Table of Contents

• Sucked By Her Billionaire Triplets
• Chapter 1: Milk and Honey
• Chapter 2: Lactating Lust
• Chapter 3: Milk and Musk
• Chapter 4: Milk and Submission
• Chapter 5: Lathered in Lust, Bathed in Submission

Sucked By Her Billionaire Triplets

Mia Minx

Chapter 1: Milk and Honey

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Betty, overwhelmed by desire, kneels before her triplet masters—Chris, Jacob, and Simon—as they feast on her lactating breasts, their mouths and hands driving her to ecstasy. But this is only the beginning.

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The air in the suite smelled heavy. It stank of sweat, sweet cream, and the sharp, metallic tang of raw lust. I knelt on the plush rug, my knees sinking into the fibers. The room spun slightly, the amber light from the sconces blurring at the edges.

My tits felt huge. They sat high and full on my chest, heavy weights that pulled at my shoulders. The skin was tight, hot to the touch. Blue veins traced delicate maps under the pale surface, throbbing with every beat of my heart. A single drop of creamy white milk beaded at the tip of my right nipple. It quivered there, threatening to fall.

Three men stood over me. My lovers. My triplet masters.

Chris stood to my right. He was shirtless, his chest heaving. The heavy outline of his cock strained against the denim of his jeans, a thick ridge that made my mouth water. His belt hung unbuckled. His large, calloused hands flexed at his sides.

Jacob loomed on the left. His violet eyes burned dark and hungry. His broad shoulders blocked out the light. His chest was already slick with a sheen of milk and sweat. He looked like he wanted to devour me whole.

Simon stood in the center. Sweat dripped down his forehead, rolling over his hooded eyes. His muscular frame trembled with restraint. He stared at my chest like a starving man looking at a feast.

I arched my back. I thrust my chest out. I wanted their mouths on me. I needed the pain.

"Please," I whispered. The word cracked in my throat.

Jacob didn't wait. He stepped forward and dropped to his knees. He grabbed my right breast with both hands. His grip was bruising. He squeezed the soft flesh hard.

"Look at this," Jacob growled. His voice was a low rasp. "Fucking overflowing for us."

He ducked his head. His mouth latched onto my nipple.

I gasped. "Ah!"

His tongue was rough. It scraped against the sensitive, raw skin. He sucked hard, pulling the milk out in a violent rush. The pressure shot through my chest, sharp and electric. My back bowed.

"You are so fierce, ah!" I cried out.

Simon moved in. He took the left side. He didn't grab me like Jacob did. He cradled the heavy weight of my breast in his palm. He leaned in slowly. His eyes met mine for a split second—hooded, dark, intense.

Then his tongue flicked out. He lapped at the leaking drop on my nipple. He groaned.

"Sweet," Simon murmured. "So fucking sweet."

He opened his mouth and covered my areola. He sucked rhythmically, a deep, pulling pressure that made my toes curl. His tongue swirled around the tight bud, teasing it before he sucked again.

My head fell back. My hair stuck to my neck, damp with sweat. Two mouths worked me over. They drank from me. They drained me.

Chris stayed standing. He watched his brothers feast. His hand moved to his jeans. He popped the button. The zipper hissed down. He freed his cock.

It was thick. Angry. The head was purple and weeping pre-cum. He wrapped his fist around the shaft and stroked it slowly.

"Look at that," Chris said. "Look at them taking it."

I looked down. Jacob’s cheeks were hollowed as he sucked. Simon’s eyes were closed, his brow furrowed in concentration. My milk leaked from the corners of their mouths. It ran down their chins in white rivers.

The sight made my cunt throb. I felt empty. I needed to be filled.

"Your tongue is so good, Simon," I moaned. "Don't stop."

Jacob pulled off with a wet pop. He licked the milk from his lips. His violet eyes flashed.

"You like that, you little slut?" Jacob asked. He rubbed his rough beard against my wet nipple. The friction burned. "You like us drinking from you?"

"Yes," I breathed. "Yes."

Chris stepped closer. He moved behind me. His heat pressed against my back. His cock slid against...