The Billionaire's Milkmaid (BBW Lactation Erotic Romance) Read Online Free PDF

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    Antonio drank from her, gulping, hands sliding on the thickening milk that covered her, his enjoyment and his taking of this precious gift from her making her swell with pride. What could she possibly give a billionaire, a man so famous he was chased by paparazzi and who traveled by private jet and helicopter wherever he went?
    This, it turned out. This .
    And oh, how he took it. “I want you on top,” he murmured, his mouth still on her as he sat up, elegantly offering one hand to assist her in sitting up. A strange sound came from her skin as she sat up, unsticking herself from the veneer top of the conference table, and she cringed. He shook his head slowly, a smile of sensuality so strong she forgot any sense of being self-conscious, and he stretched out, gloriously naked, on the conference table, his face covered with an expression of absolute confidence.
    “Get on and fuck me, Jessica. I want to watch your face as I make you come,” he demanded, hands rough and imploring as he reached for her hips. She obeyed, straddling him, her slick, tired clit rapidly recovered and eager for more, her aching pussy finally getting what it wanted as she centered the tip of his cock at her passage, angling her hips just so to ride down his pole slowly, savoring each inch until the base was met, their lower abdomens touching, his flat and muscled, covered by a thick patch of black hair.
    “You are so much more than you think, Jessica,” he crooned as he thrust up, making her gasp, her body stretched up and back arched slightly as her hands splayed over his thick pecs. Tiny movements as she rotated her hips made them both grit their teeth and tighten. She reveled in making him feel more, more, more than she imagined any other woman had made him feel, and then her breasts started again, this time letting go of her hind milk, the creamy, thick, fat-laden breast milk her body produced for nourishment.
    “Feed me,” he gasped, his hands pulling on her shoulders and guiding one breast to his mouth, forcing her to change the angle of her hips and – ahhhhh , finding some spot inside her pink flesh that altered all perception, beads of sweat springing to her body and, to her shock, his. He felt it, too, but soldiered on to suckle her milk, pulling his knees up to give her ass more support, her anus sliding against one of his thighs as she moved, the effect electrifying, blending with his drinking from her and the feel of his thick cock sliding in and out, pulling something from her that she needed to give.
    She pulled back and Antonio popped off, a look of hurt and betrayal on his face. Without warning she found herself flipped and her feet on the ground, his hand in her hair, the other around her waist, hot breath in her ear.
    “Do not do that again. You do as I tell you. I am the one who knows what you need, Jessica. Only me,” he warned. She faced the wall of glass, poised at the edge of the table and his knee pushed against her inner knees, splitting her legs suddenly as he bent her top half onto the table top, breasts smashed hard and her hair pushed to one side of her neck, his face nuzzing her as he entered her, slowly, from behind. One of his hands reached under her breast and began to hurt the nipple on purpose, while the other hand slid around to the front and teased her clit. He thrust from behind, hitching up slightly, pushing her against the table and the wetness from her breasts lending lubed-up friction to her movements.
    Still stunned by the violent control he'd exhibited, and even more horrified by her excitement at being manhandled like this, Jessica's entire body flitted into a grey world of warmth and sweat and hot fucking as Antonio murmured, “You love this, don't you? Admit it, Jessica. Let yourself go.”
    His fingers were relentless, pinching her nipple hard and then finally letting go, the hand moving to her hair to grasp it with just enough pressure and roughness to seem less from anger and more from