Page 37 of Beyond the Bright Lights

I let out a shuddering sigh. “Please fuck me with your fingers.”

Mylan’s pulling my panties down before I can utter the last word. He crouches before me, and I step out of the fabric. Mylan balls it up and tucks it in his pocket.

He stares up at me, fluttering his long, dark lashes at me. “Lift your dress, baby.”

I squeeze my thighs together at his command—and him calling me baby. Something I should hate being called but don’t. I do what he says and lift the hem of my dress.

His hand moves up the inside of my legs, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “I need you to open these,” he demands, and my heart beats faster.

When I spread my legs, Mylan sucks in a sharp breath.

“So beautiful.”

His palm skims higher, all the way up my thigh until he’s cupping my cunt. I shiver violently and this pleases Mylan as a deep rumble vibrates from his throat. He traces my slick opening with his fingertip, teasing me.

“Soaked and ready. All for me?”

“Mhm.”

Mylan stands, still cupping me, and threads the fingers of his other hand through my hair at the nape of my neck. He tugs roughly to force my head back, so I only see him. My pussy clenches and my arousal thickens.

Holy shit that was hot.

“Show me what my touch does to you.”

He plunges a finger inside me without warning. I gasp and drop the hem of my dress to hold on to him. One hand wraps around Mylan’s upper arm, and I feel the muscles moving like waves as his fingers work miracles. My other hand fists the fabric of his shirt at his side.

He draws his finger out then pushes back in, slow and tormenting. Once he’s a knuckle deep, he curls the tip up to reach a spot I thought no man would ever find.

He responds to my moan with something similar to a growl. “I love the way your cunt latches on to my finger. So goddamn greedy, like your kisses.”

He picks up speed, adding another finger and rubbing my walls perfectly. When he presses his thumb on my clit and massages, I scream, a guttural fucking scream and lean into his thrusting. I need more.

“Yes. Keep screaming, baby. I want to hear what my touch does to you.”

“Mylan,” I wheeze, gripping his arm so hard, I'm certain there will be bruises later. I’m certain I’ll leave my mark as my nails dig in.

He grinds his palm on my clit while his fingers fuck me frantically, and it’s too much; his rough thrusting, the pressure against those sensitive nerves that went untouched by a man far too long, his words of appreciation.

I close my eyes.

“Open them. I want you to see my face when I make you come undone.”

That puts me over the edge. I somehow manage to keep my eyes open as my orgasm explodes. Mylan bites his lower lip, nostrils flaring while he keeps working me, even as my pussy latches onto his fingers. I scream so fucking loud while tugging on his t-shirt hard enough it could tear at any moment. My fingernails dig deeper into Mylan’s arm. If it hurts, he doesn’t say a word.

He lets my shaking body calm before removing his fingers. I watch as he raises them to his mouth, sucking my release off each one.

“You taste as delicious as a donut.” He grins ear to ear. “My donut.”

“Asshole.” I push him away, which makes him smile louder. That damn unbearably sexy smile. I curse the fluttering in my stomach. “Give me my underwear back.”

“Not a chance.”

“Don’t be a creep.”

“But I’m your creep.”

I step to him, and I cup the bulge of his straining erection. He hisses, not expecting me to grope him, and without breaking eye contact, I fish my panties out of the pocket he stuffed them in.

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