Celia has two more days to pay her rent or she's out on the streets. Fortunately for her, the landlord has a proposition that will make all her problems go away:
Entertain the billionaires at the Alpha Club and nick a fifty-thousand dollar pearl necklace that's up for auction. Sounds easy enough… But when things don't go as planned, Celia finds herself at the mercy of the billionaires.
This standalone short contains spanking, exhibitionism, elements of BDSM, and more.
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“Just let go, darlin'," he urged, clamping his mouth over my shoulder.
Pleasure ricocheted through me as he tweaked my nipples, then pinched down hard. Creamy liquid squirted out of my breasts and hit Liam in front of me, taking him completely by surprise.
“Oh my god,” he said, staring at the splatter of white on his chest. He ran his finger across the liquid and brought it to his mouth. “Is this milk?” he asked, sucking the liquid from his fingers.
“It's milk,” a stranger said with an amused smile. “That explains why her breasts are so bloated.”
I flushed red with embarrassment, though there was little I could do with Zach still pumping my breasts, his inexperience making only small drips leak from the tips.
“Let me try,” Liam offered, prying his friend's hands away.
Zach took a step back. Without him pressing against my body, I shivered, suddenly cold.
“What're you doing?” I asked. Instead of grabbing my breasts with his hands, he lowered his head and captured my pebbled nipple in his lips. Stars exploded behind my eyelids and I shuddered when he lowered his free hand between my legs.
He parted my folds and inserted two fingers into my sweet heat, the juices lubricating his way in easily. My muscles clenched around him and the tightness inside me built until it exploded in a stream of creamy milk from my breasts.
