Milkman X Reader Novels & Stories

'Warning- Hi, so I'm the author and I've come with a warning dear readers. This is in Jaxon's view, and you all know him to be a Mafia, which means this chapter will have discussions on illegal things. Things like rape, to trafficking and other things like that. I'm putting this warning for those who are sensitive to those stuff. So, beware…' Jaxon had to resist looking back to stare at her before finally turning the corners. How could one woman be so intriguing?

No one called it a revolution anymore, but in every glass of milk, in every loaf, there was the undeniable tang of refusal. On Sundays, when no one expected them to work, Xander liked to lie on the roof with Carolina and watch the clouds. He would read to her—sometimes poetry, sometimes old technical manuals, once, memorably, the entire illustrated guide to Sicilian cheeses that she’d rescued from a dumpster. She’d mock him, but never more than a page or two before falling asleep with her head heavy on his chest. The heat from her skin always made him feel both invincible and as breakable as bread.

Now it gaped slightly, wrecked. I walked up behind him. Dropped to one knee. Grabbed both cheeks, spread him rough. He whimpered. “Fuck,” I breathed. “Look at this sloppy cunt. They stretched my boy wide open, didn’t they? Fucked you raw till you couldn’t even clench anymore.” “Milo… please…” I dragged my thumb over his rim. He jerked hard, hissed through his teeth. “Still leaks though,” I muttered. “Still hungry. Even after all that dick.” I pushed my thumb inside—no resistance. Just wet heat swallowing me to the knuckle.

“I believe you, but how do you know all the things you’re saying? Virgins are supposed to be naive. Or did Vlad spoil you that fast?” ​“Mmmm… great,” I whispered, ignoring his naughty question. His milk tasted warm and salty in my mouth. I licked my fingers hungrily and reached down to cup a second handful, desperate for more. But he caught my wrist, stopping me mid-motion. ​“Answer me first. I don't like being ignored,” he stood up, pulling me from the floor with him. ​“I've read a lot of sex stories, Rurik,” I mumbled, my body trembling as I stood beside him in the dark, his warm milk dripping slowly down my thighs, a messy reminder of what we’d just done.

Elara's POV I’m in bed in my room at home, the TV serving as background noise while I read the book Victor had lent me. I was so immersed in the story, I was in the chapter where the mmc is going down on her. The way he describes her pussy, how much he loves her taste surprisingly is making all turned on and wet. I'm breathing harder as I took in the words and turned page after page, that I didn’t even register my bedroom door opening until my grandmother’s voice cut through the silence.

~Bianca Miller leaned over my head, his thick cock hovering just inches from my lips. "Open up, B. Take my cock in your filthy mouth." I opened my mouth, and he slid back. At the same time, I felt Jax’s massive hands grab my knees, shoving them back toward my shoulders. He didn't use any lube; he didn't need to. I was already wet and slippery with anticipation. He lined himself up and pushed. "Your pussy is so fucking good, B."

Right in front of me. Finally, I force myself to pull back. The blouse clings transparently to my swollen, reddened nipple. Milk continues to drip in slow, heavy drops. Knox stares at me with glassy, fever-bright eyes, his lips glossy and coated. “More,” he whispers, voice hoarse but stronger than it's been all day. His gaunt hand rises to grip my breast possessively, squeezing another gushing spray of milk onto his face and into his open mouth. “Please... Mia.”

“The baby” “I know where my baby is,” Damien growled, but he adjusted slightly, keeping the thrusts deep but more controlled. He pressed his face between her tits, licking and sucking both nipples in turn, getting messier by the second. Milk covered his face, dripped down his neck, soaked the bed. Raven came suddenly, violently, without warning. Her whole body seized up, pussy gushing around his cock as she wailed. Damien kept sucking through it, drinking her milk while she squirted and cried.

They could hear the faint creak of the crib Mark stirring for a second, then settling again. They didn’t stop. Marcus pulled off her breast with a wet pop, milk running down his chin, and carried her to the living-room rug. He lay on his back and pulled her on top so she faced him, belly pressed between them like a warm shelf. Jax straddled her face again, cock sliding deep into her throat while Marcus guided her hips. She bounced slowly at first, careful with her body, but the men kept her moving Marcus’s hands squeezing her swinging tits, pinching the nipples until more thick milk squirted straight into Jax’s open mouth.

Monstrous Love is not a sequel of Billionaire's Madness but it's only a story of Hunter knight's life. You can directly read that story but yeah there will be a use of these characters. Happy Reading ahead. Also do give a try to my other stories as well. Spread the purple heart.