Chapter 111 Victory That Burns
POV Maya:
I’m not okay. I’m not okay at all. I may have played the saint, saying I didn’t know what it meant to be eaten out by someone, but hell—no one has ever done this to me. Shit. I moan loudly, feeling my legs wobble, barely able to keep me standing. Dominic doesn’t give me a second to recover. His tongue punishes me from the inside, while his lips mercilessly suck my poor clit. The brute is devouring me—he’s literally eating my pussy like a starving man. The light bites he gives make my insides clench. I’m not going to last long.
“Hellllll!” I scream, holding back my orgasm. I want more of that filthy mouth.
I turn my head away, not wanting the image of Dominic at my feet, devouring my pussy like a hungry animal—but I wasn’t prepared for what I see next. The four Moretti brothers are standing there, watching their eldest brother eat me out. Losing control and even more aroused by knowing that all five of them are somehow giving me pleasure, I grind against the brute’s face, craving my victory orgasm.
“The fingers!” I shout. “Use your fucking fingers!” I demand, panting.
Apparently, Dominic doesn’t like being given orders, because the brute shoves two fingers into me at once, stretching my pussy to accommodate his big, thick fingers. I scream and moan uncontrollably, not caring who else might be watching besides the Moretti brothers. Dominic fucks me with his fingers, pushing me to the edge of the cliff. I grab his hair the best I can—after all, Dominic’s hair is very short, making it impossible to pull the way I want to.
“Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” I beg, throwing my dignity aside. “What a fucking delicious mouth, you caveman brute.”
I grind faster. Dominic’s beard scratches my skin, making everything even more intense. His other hand slides to the middle of my ass, and for a second the shock of his boldness freezes me—but I recover quickly, arching my ass so he knows he has my consent. While his mouth sucks everything out of me and his fingers work my body, I look up at the night sky and surrender to the overwhelming orgasm.
For a few seconds, I’m lost between reality and unreality. My thoughts are scrambled, my breathing is uneven, my legs are weak, my pussy is hypersensitive. That’s why I push Dominic’s head away—I’m too sensitive to let him keep licking me. When he stands up, I see his face completely soaked with my orgasm. He’s irresistible. Without thinking, I grab his shirt and pull his large body close to mine. I rise onto my tiptoes, even in heels, and take his lips with mine. Instantly, I taste myself on his tongue, along with the scent of my arousal all over his skin.
I moan as Dominic grabs my hair. He pulls away from my lips, leaving me confused. His eyes are furious, as if what we just did wasn’t as incredible for him as it was for me.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he demands, his face enraged. “You wanted an orgasm, and I just gave you one. Now you’d better get the hell out of my sight.”
I open my mouth, shocked by his irritation.
“You—”
“I don’t want to talk. Have a good night.” He walks away from me, and I stare in disbelief as he storms off.
His brothers remain where they are, and as soon as Dominic passes them, they all turn and leave as well. It takes me a while to pull myself together, and once I feel steady enough to stand, I leave, knowing that this time the victory was theirs—not mine, even though I did get an orgasm.
Maya 1 x Moretti Brothers 1
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Lying in bed with Louis beside me, I think again about what happened in that alley, and once more I feel my panties grow damp. Every time I remember the sensation of Dominic’s mouth and fingers on me—while his brothers watched—I can’t seem to keep my panties dry. And I don’t know if I’m even capable of not getting turned on by the mere memory.
“Oh, Louis, Mommy is in trouble,” I say, but my baby doesn’t open his eyes to hear me.
Louis doesn’t like listening to my late-night confessions. His sleep is precious, just like his sunbaths. I let my baby sleep and go back to thinking about the brute with the indecent mouth. If I’m already like this without even having gone to bed with him, how am I supposed to handle it if I go further with all the Moretti brothers? What kind of grip was that? He ripped my panties like a caveman. Did he really need all that? Did he really have to ruin me right away? Ugh, I’m not ready for those brothers. I need to toughen up—or I’ll end up being the one proposing marriage, just to have those mouths all to myself.
“I need a shower. A very cold shower.”
I jump out of bed to put out my fire again. It was already my third shower since I got home.
I hate you, Dominic Moretti.
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While I’m helping Mrs. Moretti, I can’t stop thinking about her sons. What’s happening to me? I can’t keep thinking about them without even knowing whether they’re considering me as the woman they want as a bride. I already got hurt with Peter. I need to protect my heart before it’s too late and I end up alone and sad again.
“Maya, are you all right, dear?” I lift my gaze and see concern on Mrs. Moretti’s face.
“Yes, I’m sorry. I just got distracted.”
Mrs. Moretti’s eyes are sharp as she studies me, making me feel smaller than I am. I recognize that look—it’s the same one I gave Taylor when my shameless friend didn’t want to tell me about her boyfriends, thinking I’d judge her for loving and being loved by four men. I was happy for her. I don’t care who my friend is with; I care whether the people in her life make her happy and love her. That’s what most people should care about too.