The Billionaire's Milkmaid (BBW Lactation Erotic Romance) (6 page)

Four hands, two men, and she was finding places on her she didn't know could groan.

“Please, please, more,” she whimpered.

Antonio slid his hand down her belly and she pushed her hips into it, so close already. James's hot breath warmed her ear.

She murmured, “Ah, God, I love you both.”

With a practiced hand, Antonio grabbed one breast, a shot of pleasure pouring through her like fine wine.

“You are so hot,” James hissed, his hands all over her breasts. The steady swirl on her clit, their appreciation of her, all crested the wave, her screams as she bucked and came a relief.

Antonio's scarred, tanned arms held her as she felt her own slick slide against the hand, the orgasm so intense she wanted more.

“Please, stop,” she asked, the vestiges of her climax gone, and she was breathless, with these two amazing men, naked in her bed.

Completely sated, Jessica froze.

James and Antonio were naked and staring at her.

Her first menage, ever, was staring her in the face.

And she had just had the best orgasm ever.

“I hope you're rested for the rest, Jessica,” Antonio spoke, as James grinned and put her hand on his more-than-ready, hard cock. Jessica's hand went up to James's tip, as Antonio helped her lay back, James moving with them to keep her hand there.

Sliding down with more friction, it was easier, James moaning as her thumb hit the tip again. While she touched James, Antonio situated himself on the bed, his dick ready for her mouth, and as the ready, pink flesh entered her mouth, Antonio plunged a finger in her.

She thought it was too soon and yet her pussy swelled with arousal, a strong electric shock running through her as her throat let out a sound that rumbled against Antonio's thick member as he slowly dipped his hips down for more of her lips and tongue.

She tried so hard to give each man what he wanted. Antonio's tense form gave away the fact that his wad was close.

She groaned; she wanted double penetration. Was that a possibility? Antonio and James didn't seem to want more with each other.

“Not yet!” Antonio groaned, extracting his dick from her tongue. “How about something more...grouplike?” he suggested, staring at James. James considered it. James's fingers halted, but she wanted more.

“Oh, Jessica, this is going to be so fun,” James said, resting his cock next to her cheek, while Antonio went to the couch.

James's arms reached for her, the power catching her off guard, his insistent kiss an exploration as much as it was a claim.

More hands entered the picture, cupping and squeezing, as James found a place on the couch. A new mouth, searching and licking, making her wet and eager for what was next.

James was ready and at attention for her; settling in filled her. Antonio's hands on her shoulders made filling herself with James a joy, as she stretched to accommodate him, both of them bending her to make double entry possible.

Lube and fingers stroked her ass, with Antonio getting her in shape. He rimmed her hole, teasing her, the thought colliding with the pleasure.

She shifted to some new realm of sensuality. The shock wore off as she turned into liquid.

She tightened, making James groan, as the tip of Antonio's tongue poked in.

“More!” she screamed. Having James in her was plenty, yet she craved the double sensation.

Lube covered her asshole suddenly, and Antonio loosened her, the finger stretching her, readying her for full entry with his hard cock.

As Antonio readied her, James nipped at her nipples, gently nudging up into her, making her burn slowly.

An unexpected pain shot through her, as Antonio entered her, filling her too much, as she fought within herself to make this work. She was too full, fearful, and then Antonio whispered,

“Trust us.”

Darkness. The green glow of her alarm clock. A baby's cry. She squinted. 8:22 p.m. Jesus, had she slept that long? Sofia, too? Her mouth was wet with drool and she felt drugged, throwing off the blanket and scrambling to get Sofia. Her clit throbbed and her brain felt like cotton candy. What the hell kind of dream was that?

And who the hell was
James
?

Read the rest at
The Billionaire's Milkmaid #2
.

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Milking It

When Jeff and Marcy are thrown together after a tragedy kills Marcy's boyfriend and her mother, Jeff rises to the occasion and helps her raise her 1 year old, Josh. Their mutual attraction leads to an explosive, milky climax, which rolls through three short stories that make up the lactation erotica series, all in one bundle in Milking It. Here's a sample:

Nooooooooooooo!
He could not leave me hanging like that! I was in the living room, legs spread nice and wide, wet pussy ready for some sexting (which was better than nothing!) and his fucking plane has to board now? Josh was napping, sound asleep, and now he had me wound up and wanted me to wait for him?

Fuck that. I stared at the clock. At best, Jeff would be home in five hours. I had plenty of time to take matters into my own hands and still have more than enough for him tonight.

My box of sex toys was small but mighty, you know? Where was that vibrator? Ah, here we go. The Cliterminator. Four inches in diameter, with two little tentacles that come out and wrap up or down – one for the ass, one for the clit. I checked the batteries – fresh and full.

I was already plenty wet, so no need for lube. Just a quick lock of the front door and I settled in on the couch, me, my Cliterminator, and fantasies of Jeff.

It wasn't hard getting excited, and soon I felt that familiar rush of heat, just faster – using a vibrator always helped. But now I had to be careful. Coming too soon would be unsatisfying, and make me feel rushed and harried. No one wants that – I wanted that afterglow bliss that comes from getting the much-needed release. I started stroking my nipples, pinking harder than usual, the tiny pain making my clit ache even more.

In, out, in, out – ah, the dildo part was nice and thick, filling me up as I ground into it, not so much thrusting it into me as pushing my hips toward it, the way I moved when I made love with Jeff. Heat, warmth, ecstasy – it all built up, my nub on fire from the little tentacles, and the sensation in my ass a new one, giving my entire body a full-coverage near-orgasm that I knew was going to be huge when it finally tipped over.

So I pulled back on the little tentacle on my clit, instead enjoying the fullness of the dildo, loving how my pussy walls cradled it, feeling and imagining my muscles sliding along the ridges, imagining it was Jeff in me, Jeff's hands caressing my nipples, that he was pinching and tweaking and...

The wave started to crest. Oh, Jeff, I wish you were here, fucking me and sucking and licking and touching. I slammed the big cock into me now, fingers rubbing my clit until the wave exploded, my hips thrusting up and pounding myself, screaming through gritted teeth, a small gush of fluid pouring out of me, squirting onto the couch, like an orgasm that came to life in fluid form.

What the hell was that?

Panting, I felt the flush of release fill me again as my pussy walls clamped down, hard, once more, sending the muscles in my ribs, abs, arms and legs into one big spasm, a joyful push that made me feel so alive.

And now I looked down and saw it – a small wet spot on the couch.

I had just gushed for the first time. Female ejaculation – we had read about it in human sexuality class, but I'd never thought I'd be able to do it! Only a few percent of women are capable of it, and now I learned I was one of them.

I couldn't wait to show Jeff! Holy smokes. I was glad I had learned about the anatomy of it, because if I hadn't I'd have thought I'd peed!

Instead, I felt a glorious rush of accomplishment. Then I sniffed the wet spot. It smelled like nothing. Tentatively, I leaned closer and touched it, then licked my finger. Nothing. Then I stretched my tongue out to lick the wet fabric. If anything, it had a slightly sweet taste. Like very watered-down breast milk. No ammonia or pee scent or taste.

Ah, Jeff. Get your gorgeous ass home. Now.

Getting out of the airport was the hardest part. Driving home was easy, but managing my raging boner was proving to be damn near impossible. I pulled into the driveway to a dark house. Hopefully that mean Josh was asleep and Marcy was still up! I was hot, needy, and ready to come at first sight of her!

I walked into a living room willed with lit candles and some sort of incense burning, a scent that was sultry and sensual. Without any formalities, I stripped off my coat and tie, then went in search of my Marcy.