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.

could picture it

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

to not give in to those urges that was

expected her to admit and somehow her admission was somewhat much needed. He found that he actually was holding his breath before she had spoken. And if she hadn’t then his lungs wouldn’t have

take things slow with her, teach her a few things to

a damn fool for thinking he could move

a few lessons

pretty girl get even wetter. She

every intention of

as a pretty blush danced on her cheeks, raving on her entire face when he literally burned

lets out, referring to the feel of her lips and just the little of her opening he was playing with. Just a little push,

away, seeming to have lost the bold look she had on when she admiited that she wanted him there. Not exactly in

me Layla. Have you ever touched yourself?” Tyler found himself curious of her answer and somehow he was also finding himself to feel a tinge of jealousy

ridiculous to even think that way but

then doubted her when

wrote erotica, there was no way she wouldn’t have felt aroused during her writing. She

erotica you touched yourself?” He knew his disbelief was

ashamed to

he chuckled. He had never met a girl like Layla and wondered why he had

her in some of his classes. It was hard to not notice the girl with glasses and messy hair who always answers

and eventually locked up those thoughts too

Layla let out one

He asked huskily, fighting the tightness in his voice as he trail his fingers back

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