Page 90 of Beyond the Bright Lights

“More.”

“More, what?”

Ugh why is he so frustrating?

“Fuck you,” I say, and I'm rewarded with another slap, this one landing on my exposed pussy. I cry out, not expecting the harsh stimulation of my most sensitive area.

He plunges a finger inside me.

“You’re soaked and ready, aren’t you?”

I nod, biting my lip as Mylan slowly pushes in and out of me.

“You want to come?”

“God yes.”

“No.”

He stops fucking me with his fingers to rub the burning skin of my ass, soothing his punishment. It feels so fucking good.

He does that a few more seconds before picking me up off his lap and shoving me onto my back on the bed. He starts stripping—toeing off his boots, taking off his shirt, his pants, and his briefs. I appreciate his body, blanketing my gaze over his defined shoulders, the muscular chest, and down to his six-pack abs—abs that I’m drooling to touch. My eyes trail further down to find his dick, long and thick and pointing right at me.

He strokes himself and smiles, seeing my hunger for him. Then he’s on the bed, crawling to me. Once close enough, he takes hold of my hair, tightening his grip, so he has full control of me. He kneels and brings my head down to his cock.

“Open.”

I part my lips and he shoves his dick inside. I relax my throat, letting him go deep. He groans at how welcoming I am for him.

“I love the way your lips feel around my cock.”

Then he fucks my mouth, rough and frantic and it makes my eyes water. I dig my nails into his thighs, breathing through my nose and swallowing so my throat constricts around him.

I move one hand to cup and massage his balls, and they lurch at my touch, tightening.

He's close, which surprises me when he pulls out. He lets go of my hair, and I savor the burn of how hard he was gripping the strands.

“Get on your stomach,” Mylan orders and I do, loving this commanding side. Though, I can tell he’s holding back. Not that I mind. I wanted a taste of domineering Mylan. Next time, I'll order the whole meal.

The moment I flip over, Mylan positions me so my head and chest are flat on the mattress, and my ass is in the air. The thick head of his dick nudges my entrance. He rubs it up and down, coating it with my arousal.

Then he slams into me, pushing my face into the mattress.

“Fuck, Mylan,” I wheeze because it feels amazing at this angle.

He grips my ass, taking a handful like it’s a handlebar, and he pounds into me. I'm moaning and screaming, reveling in the sound of our bodies clashing together. Mylan’s palm claps down across my left cheek and I arch in response, not expecting that sudden pain.

“Your cunt is choking my cock so good right now, donut.”

He smacks my right cheek this time, harder than the left side. He doesn’t slow down. He finds a rhythm, punishing me then massaging the burning skin then spanking me again until my ass is on fire and I’m exactly as he predicted: soaked and begging for more.

He reaches an arm around my waist to rub my clit, keeping his thrusts ample, not relenting.

I buck at the rough touch and see stars as my orgasm explodes. Mylan pumps through my pussy walls tightening around him until he’s coming too. Only then does he slow down.

He stays seated in me as we both catch our breath. He kisses my back, up the tattooed symbols along my spine. When he pulls out of me, I can feel his cum run down my leg. He cleans it up with his finger and puts it back inside of me.

Mylan collapses onto my bed on his back and I do the same, snuggling up against his side.

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