Licked By Her Billionaire Triplets: A Billionaire Milk Play Romance (Taboo Extreme Lactation Erotica 3)
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Licked By Her Three Billionaires
Mia Minx
Chapter 1
Betty is held captive by Jacob, Simon, and Chris in a steamy bathroom, her body exposed and vulnerable. Simon feeds her a fig, his touch possessive, while Chris's tongue teases her most intimate places. Jacob joins, his mouth hungry and relentless. They push Betty to the edge, denying her release, …
The marble bit into my hipbones for one breath, two—then Jacob's hands clamped around my waist and flipped me like I weighed nothing. My cheek hit the towels, my knees scraped against the cool stone, and my tits swung forward with a heavy slap, milk already beading fresh at the nipples from the friction. I gasped, the sound half-swallowed by the steam still rising from the tub nearby, and before I could push myself up on my elbows, Jacob had wrenched my hips higher. My ass lifted into the air, exposed and vulnerable, the cool bathroom air kissing my cunt and my hole alike.
"Fuck," I breathed into the terrycloth, my fingers curling into the fabric.
Simon was already moving. I heard his knees hit the marble in front of me, felt his shadow block the dim light, and then his hand—broad, scarred, impossibly warm—closed around my chin and forced my head back. My neck arched. My eyes met his, gray and steady and hungry, and I saw the fig in his other hand. Peeled, glistening, the flesh soft and yielding where his thumb pressed into it.
"Eat," he said.
Not a request. An order, delivered in that low rumble that vibrated somewhere in my chest. He pressed the fig against my lips, and I opened for him automatically, my mouth accepting the sweet, musky fruit. The taste burst across my tongue—honeyed, almost fermented, clinging to the roof of my mouth—and as I bit down, juice spilled down my chin. Simon didn't let me wipe it away. His thumb dragged upward, smearing the sticky wetness across my lower lip, pressing it into the skin until I could feel the mark of him there.
"Messy girl," he murmured, and his eyes dropped to my mouth, watching me chew, watching me swallow. "Look at you. Already dripping and we haven't even started."
I wanted to answer, wanted to say something filthy or pleading or both, but then Chris's hands spread my ass cheeks wide and every thought evaporated.
His breath hit my hole first—hot, damp, deliberate. I felt the puff of air against my most private flesh and my whole body tightened, my toes curling against the marble, my hands fisting harder into the towels. He didn't touch me yet. Just breathed. Let me feel the intimacy of it, the obscene closeness of his face to where I was already clenching and unclenching with need.
"Gonna lick every fucking drop out of you," Chris said, and his voice was rough, wrecked already, like the words cost him something. "Milk, cream, juice—" His thumbs dug deeper, spreading me wider, and I felt the stretch of it, the exposure. "Then fill you up till you're dripping again."
I moaned around the last bite of fig, and Simon's grip on my chin tightened, holding me still for his inspection as Chris's tongue finally, finally made contact.
It started at my taint. A long, flat drag upward, gathering the mess of my own arousal and the residual bathwater still clinging to my skin. His tongue was hot and wet and impossibly soft, and I bucked against Jacob's hold on my hips, trying to get more, trying to get closer. But Jacob had me pinned, his fingers digging bruises into my flesh, keeping me exactly where they wanted me.
"Stay still," Jacob growled, and then his mouth was on my inner thigh, lapping at the trail Chris's tongue had missed. He worked upward with messy, open-mouthed kisses, his stubble scraping the sensitive skin, his saliva mixing with my sweat and the last traces of lavender soap. I could hear him—could hear the wet sounds of his mouth working, the greedy little noises he made as he got closer to my cunt.
Chris's tongue circled my hole, teasing, pressing just enough to make me whine high in my throat. Simon still held my chin, his thumb now resting against my swollen lower lip, feeling my breath come faster and faster.
"Listen to her," Simon said, and he wasn't talking to...