Her Billionaire Triplets Trilogy Box Set: Taboo Lactation Play (Books 1 to 3)
Her Billionaire Triplets Trilogy
Mia Minx
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Table of Contents
Milked By Her Billionaire Triplets
Sucked By Her Billionaire Triplets
Licked By Her Billionaire Triplets
Milked By Her Billionaire Triplets
Mia Minx
Chapter 1
The stone bit into my knees. It was cold, sharp, and unforgiving. I knelt there, the rough texture grinding against my skin. A thick velvet blindfold cut off my sight. Darkness wrapped around me. The air conditioning hummed a low, steady note somewhere in the distance. The room smelled like expensive cologne and musk. It smelled like them. My breath hitched in my throat. My heart hammered against my ribs. I waited. The silence stretched, heavy and thick.
Then, I heard it. The scuff of a boot on the floor. Then another. Three distinct sets of footsteps. They circled me. Predators stalking prey. I couldn't see them, but I felt their heat. I felt their eyes burning into my naked flesh. My skin prickled. Goosebumps rose on my arms. My skin flushed darker under the scrutiny. I was exposed. Completely at their mercy. The thought made my stomach clench. A wet heat bloomed between my legs.
"Look at her," a voice rumbled. Jacob. It was deep, rough, and commanding. "Fucking waiting for it."
"She's trembling," another voice said. Chris. Softer, but still laced with hunger. "Are you cold, Betty? Or just excited?"
I didn't answer. I couldn't. My throat was dry. I just knelt there, pushing my chest out slightly. An invitation. My breasts felt heavy. They ached with a dull, throbbing pressure. The milk was there. Waiting. Demanding to be let out. The weight of them pulled at my shoulders. My nipples were already hard, pebbled against the cool air. They were sensitive, raw from earlier touches. A single bead of milk gathered at the tip of my right nipple. I could feel it. A heavy, wet drop. It threatened to fall.
"Silence," Simon said. His voice was smooth, elegant. "Her body speaks for her."
A hand touched my shoulder. It was large, hot, and calloused. Jacob. He gripped me hard. His fingers dug into my flesh. He trailed his hand down my arm. Then, his hand moved to my chest. He cupped my heavy breast. He weighed it in his palm. He squeezed. A sharp gasp tore from my lips. The pressure forced another drop of milk out. It trickled down my skin.
"So full," Jacob growled. "These udders are fucking bursting."
He twisted my nipple. Pain shot through me, sharp and bright. It mixed with pleasure. My back arched. I pushed my breast into his hand. I wanted more. I needed the pain. I needed the release.
Another hand joined in. Chris. He stroked my other breast. His touch was lighter, almost reverent. He ran his thumb over the distended tip. He smeared the leaking milk across my skin. It felt slick and hot.
"You're leaking everywhere,...