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

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

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

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

with her, teach her a few things

for thinking he

a few lessons wouldn’t be so

ladies and gentlemen, that’s how you make a pretty girl get even

bit. In fact he had every intention

cheeks, raving on her entire

lets out, referring to the feel of her lips and just the little of her opening he was playing with. Just a little push, that would be all he would need to feel her wrapped

lost the bold look she had on when she admiited

answer and

it was absolutely ridiculous to even think that way but

answer and then doubted her when she

felt aroused during her writing. She would’ve definitely touched herself, there was no truly innocent

touched yourself?” He knew his disbelief was clouded into his voice which is

was ashamed to admit

craft on his lips as he chuckled. He had never met a girl like Layla and wondered why he had never spoken to her

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

who would be unforgettable. He admitted in his head and eventually locked up

pulsing lips that made Layla let

never touched here?” He asked huskily, fighting the tightness in his voice as he trail his fingers back up to her clit and lightly starts to rub circles over the hardening

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