Milked By Her Billionaire Triplets
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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, Betty," Chris whispered. "What a messy girl."
"Make her offer them," Simon commanded from somewhere in front of me. "Show us what you have."
Hands grasped my wrists. They pulled my arms behind my back. Jacob held them there. He forced my shoulders back. This thrust my chest forward. My breasts were on display. Presented for their use. I felt vulnerable. I felt like a piece of meat. My cunt throbbed. I felt a pulse of wetness leak out. It ran down my thigh.
"Please," I whimpered. The word was barely a breath.
"Please what?" Simon asked. He was closer now. I could feel his breath on my face. "Tell us. Use your words."
"Please... take them," I begged. "They hurt. They're so full."
"Good girl," Jacob grunted.
Then, I felt the scratch of a beard. Rough, coarse hair against my sensitive skin. Chris. He buried his face in my cleavage. He inhaled deeply. He smelled the milk and the sweat. He groaned. The sound vibrated against my chest. Then, his mouth found my nipple. He latched on.
He sucked hard.
"Oh god!" I cried out. "Ah...ah!"
The suction was intense. It pulled at the deep tissue inside my breast. The milk let down. It flooded his mouth. I heard him swallow. Gulping noises. He drank greedily. He tugged at my nipple with his lips. His tongue flicked over the tip. It was too much. It wasn't enough. My toes curled against the stone floor.
"Your mouth is so good... ah!" I moaned. "Your tongue is so rough."
Chris didn't stop. He feasted. His hands gripped my waist, holding me steady. His beard scraped my...