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 me. "Fucking listen to those sounds. She's already gone."
Jacob didn't answer. Jacob's mouth had found my cunt, and he buried his face in me with a groan that I felt against my entire pussy—lips, tongue, the rough brush of his nose against my clit. He ate me like he was starving, like he'd been waiting his whole life for this taste, and the sound of it—wet, vulgar, relentless—filled the steamy bathroom.
"Uhhhn—" The noise tore out of me, raw and uncontrolled, and Simon's eyes flickered, something dark and pleased moving through them.
"That's it," he said, and his free hand dropped to his own cock, thick and flushed where it jutted from his hips. He stroked himself once, twice, his gaze fixed on my face, on the way my mouth hung open now, the fig forgotten, nothing but need coming out of me. "Let us hear you."
Chris chose that moment to press his tongue inside my ass, and I screamed. The sound bounced off the marble walls, high and broken, and Jacob redoubled his efforts between my legs, his tongue fucking into my cunt in rhythm with Chris's invasion of my hole. Two points of wet heat, working me open, making me sob into the towels.
My tits swung with every jolt of pleasure, milk dripping in fat drops onto the fabric below me, and I could smell it now—sweet cream mixing with the musk of my cunt and the vanilla still clinging to our skin. The combination was obscene, intoxicating, and I found myself pushing back against Chris's mouth even as I ground down against Jacob's face, caught between them, impaled on their tongues.
"Greedy," Simon observed, and he was stroking himself faster now, his fist tight around his girth, his thumb swiping over the wet head. "Look at you, Betty. Look at what you've become. Just a set of holes for us to fill, aren't you? Just a pretty little cow to milk and fuck and use until you can't walk straight."
I nodded, or tried to, but his grip on my chin kept me still, forced me to meet his eyes as the pleasure built and built. Chris's tongue was fucking deeper now, wet and insistent, and Jacob had found my clit, was sucking it between his lips with rhythmic, pulling pressure that made my thighs shake.
"Yes—yes—" The words came out stuttered, broken by gasps, by the slap of Jacob's mouth against my cunt. "Please—please—"
"Please what?" Simon asked, but his voice had gone rough too, the question barely more than a growl. "Tell us what you need, little cow. Tell us exactly."
"Fuck me—" I choked on the words, my hips jerking as Chris added a finger, pressing it alongside his tongue, stretching my hole until I saw stars. "Fuck me, please, I need—need your cocks—need you inside—"
Jacob lifted his head just enough to laugh, the sound vibrating against my swollen clit. "She's begging now," he said, and his breath was hot, his lips shiny with my arousal. "Fucking listen to her beg."
"She'll get what we give her," Chris said from behind me, and then his tongue was gone, replaced by two fingers pushing deep, curling, finding places inside me that made my spine arch like a bow. "When we decide. Not before."
I cried out, the sound cracking, and Simon finally released my chin—only to grab my hair instead, twisting it in his fist and pulling my head back until my throat was exposed, vulnerable, offered up to him like a sacrifice.
"Look at me," he commanded, and I did, my eyes watering, my vision blurred with tears of frustration and need. "You don't come until I say. You don't move unless we move you. You're ours right now, Betty. Every hole. Every drop. Do you understand?"
"Yes—" I whimpered, and Jacob chose that moment to slide two fingers into my cunt, curling them upward, pressing against that spot that made my vision white out at the edges. "Yes, yes, I understand—please—"
"Please what?" Simon asked again, merciless, his hand working his own cock in tight, brutal strokes now, his hips jerking slightly with the rhythm.
"Please use me—" The words spilled out, filthy and desperate, exactly what he wanted to hear. "Please fuck me, fill me, I need your cocks, need your cum, need—"
Chris's fingers in my ass twisted, scissored, and I lost the rest of the sentence to a wail that tore my throat raw. Jacob was fucking me with his hand now, three fingers deep, his thumb grinding against my clit, and I could feel it building, the orgasm coiling tight and hot in my belly, threatening to break—
"Not yet," Simon said, and his free hand came down, slapped my face—not hard, not to hurt, but to shock, to ground me, to pull me back from the edge with the sting of it. I gasped, my eyes focusing on his, my whole body trembling with denied release.
"Please—" I whispered, and I didn't recognize my own voice, broken and wet and so far gone.
"Please," Simon agreed, and he smiled, sharp and predatory. "But not like this."
He nodded, a single jerk of his chin, and then Jacob was withdrawing his fingers with a wet sound that made me moan, and Chris was pulling out of my ass, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing. I whimpered at the loss, my hips trying to follow them, but Jacob's hands were already moving me, flipping me again, arranging me on my back on the towels with my legs spread wide and my tits heaving.
They loomed over me, three shadows against the steam, three cocks thick and heavy and aimed at my waiting body. Simon knelt between my legs, his hand still wrapped around himself, the head of his cock brushing against my swollen, dripping cunt. Chris ...