Page 89 of Beyond the Bright Lights

My heart kicks into action and my nipples rise.

What the fuck? Why the hell was that so hot?

“Oops,” Mylan muses.

He’s on me before I can curse him out for ruining my dress. His mouth claims a breast, sucking on my aching nipple. He loves my breasts. He laps his tongue and grazes his teeth over and over until I'm panting and wet.

Mylan’s hand moves down my body, over all my stomach folds until he’s slipping two fingers inside me.

I cry out, arching against him again. He pumps viciously, grinding his palm into my clit. He switches to my other breast, biting at my nipple before soothing it with his tongue. It’s too much and not enough as my cunt clamps down on his fingers. I’m about to come.

He pulls out.

“No,” I cry at the sudden absence. My pussy pulses, begging for something to grip on to.

“You’ll come when I let you.”

Oh. Okay he’s that type of dominant?

He shoves his fingers in my mouth, the same ones that were just inside me.

“Suck.”

Mylan groans when I do as he demands.

“See how good you taste, my little donut?”

He removes his fingers and takes my arm, pulling me away from the door. He walks us to my bed and stands me at the side. He lies down in front of me, leaning back on his elbows.

“Touch yourself.”

I squeeze my legs together and Mylan tsks, tapping my ankles with the tip of his boot. “Keep those open. I want to see it dripping down your leg.”

“Yes, sir,” I taunt with a smirk.

“Donut,” he warns.

Something comes over me and I start swaying my hips, despite there being no music. My hands are all over my body, my neck, my breast, twisting my nipples then moving my palms down my sides and over my stomach. I'm dancing for him, a personal dance like one you’d receive at a strip club. Except, I have no clothes to strip. Mylan knew I was braless and not wearing panties. He knew the only thing between him and my naked body was my dress.

So, he tore it to shreds.

Mylan’s eyes ignite with need, with want, as he watches me. He bites his lip, then sweeps his tongue over the swollen bottom lip as I move my fingers down to my trimmed bush. I push them inside me and lock eyes with Mylan while I fuck myself. I use my other hand to keep caressing my body.

I pump faster but I need more, so I massage my clit while pinching my nipple harder. My orgasm builds from the friction and pressure. I'm on the edge of coming when Mylan stops me again.

“Not yet. I want to be the one to make you come.”

“Brat,” I murmur.

He heard me. I wanted him to hear me. I knew the moment I said the word he hates the most, he would explode. He leans forward to grab me by my arms and tosses me over his lap. How he’s strong enough to hold me in place is beyond me, but he does.

I scream from the sting of his hand coming down on my bare ass.

“My bad little donut,” he whispers on the top of my head. And he spanks me again and again, harder and harder with each whip of his hand. I moan and squirm and pant. “You like that?”

“Yes, please.”

“Please, what, Lana?”

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