Layla’s pov

I felt his fingers lightly brushing between my lips that throbbed and dance with the slickness of my wetness.

I heard him pull in one of the sharpest of breaths when he found the evidence of my arousal. The raw desire in his eyes were intense and doing things to my body I wouldn’t want to admit outloud.

But then his words somehow flicked a switch in me. Or perhaps it wasn’t his words at all and perhaps was the sound of his voice that somehow caused me to shiver slightly.

“How about here Layla? What do feel here. Is it hot now?” He whispered hoarsely.

And maybe it was the way he said it or it was his question entirely that made me breathlessly utter my honesty.

* No. It’s blazing.”

I was truly and utterly embarrassed that I admitted that I wanted his touch on my throbbing core.

But I would be stupid to deny that I wasn’t affected when he had no doubt felt the evidence of my need.

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” No. It’s blazing.”

Tyler suddenly gulped the huge lump that caused his throat to suddenly feel so parched.

He didn’t know that those words would make him feel a sudden urge, almost wildish urge to just remove the barrier of the lace and just slip his cock in.

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he was sure she was tight. Her eyes would stare at him and he’d hope, God he’d hope she would part her

lot of restraint, much to his embarrassment to not give in to those urges that was nearly primal to

that he actually was holding his breath before she had spoken. And if she hadn’t then his lungs

teach her a few things to let her get used

for thinking he could move

lessons wouldn’t be

And like that ladies and gentlemen, that’s how you make a pretty

was complaining. No not one bit. In fact he had every intention

her cheeks, raving on her entire face when he literally burned her

feel of her lips and just the little of her opening he was playing with. Just a little push, that would be all

bold look she had on when she admiited that she

of her answer and

it was absolutely ridiculous to even

and then doubted her when

no way she wouldn’t have felt aroused during her writing. She

“Not once when you wrote erotica you touched yourself?” He knew his disbelief was clouded into his voice which is probably why Layla’s jaw

was ashamed

a smirk craft on his lips as he chuckled. He had never met a

hard to not notice the girl with glasses and messy hair who always answers questions

in his head and eventually locked up those thoughts too because Tyler would never want

Layla let out

in his voice as he trail his fingers back up to her clit and lightly starts to rub circles over the

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