Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

I want to sleep right here...

\*\*ROMANY\*\*

"Jesus Christ," Alex moans, and I feel him twitching inside of me, stilling himself as if he can't bear to move an inch.

My center is so full, so stretched, and the feeling _so_ intense that my hands claw the sheets and my body trembles with pleasure. I'm going to come again and I'm going to come again soon._

"Oh my God," I cry out and Tiny continue to plunge inside of me, stroking something deep, and forbidden at my core. "Fuck yes!" I scream as another wave of all consuming pleasure hits me and I shiver and quake between two men.

My whimper of desire causes a frenzy of movement. Alex begins to thrust in and out of my ring, barreling me toward and explosion of starlight. Tiny jerks beneath me, growling out his climax as he pumps his final thrusts. His hands go into my hair and he pulls my mouth onto his, kissing me deeply and moaning against my tongue. "Fuck baby girl. You're so fucking perfect," he rasps.

Mickey steps forward next, his sharp green gaze bright with heat. Obsessive hunger burns in his gaze as he watches me. Approaching the head of the bed and taking Damien's place at my mouth, he slides his hands forward under my body, squeezing my breasts roughly.

"Open up, doll," he orders. "I want you to taste me."

And I do...

All four men worship me equally, gifting me orgasm after orgasm before I finally collapse in a heap of sweat. My body quivers with the aftermath of the best damned sex I've ever had and although it was everything I never thought I wanted, I don't know if I could ever handle something like it again. It was an extreme overload of erotic sensations. Paramount bliss. But it was also fucking tiring, and I'm going

shared myself so

ever

want to watch myself tomorrow. I want to see

finds me in the darkness of my stupor. "What makes

you did because you're Alex DeMarco and _you_

I should feel

right? Did you

not for anyone but us. No one else will ever

I mumble. "I like the sound

room and I soon find myself on the

_loved every single little thing they did to me in this room and I refuse to regret a single moment of it. These men are perfect and the way they regard me is somewhere between fantasy and love... And I can deal with that. In fact, it

whisper, my eyes

ear as Damien stretches out next to me. "Anything for you, baby." His good arm shifts beneath my frame and I don't even notice when he lifts me into his arms and washes me with a warm rag he got from God knows where. The rest of them scurry around the room, changing out the bedding. Exhaustion weighs on my eyes, they are so heavy that I can hardly even see. Suddenly, the black walls around me make a bit more sense. They create a dominant atmosphere, pushing me toward sleep. Pushing me toward relaxation and bliss. When Damien lays me back down, the covers are fresh and dry and heavy with the scent of lavender detergent. The bed dips on all sides as my princes surround me, draping me in