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

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

needed. He found that he actually was holding his breath before

her, teach her a few things to let her get used to things. Let her

fool for thinking he

a few lessons wouldn’t

you make a pretty girl get even wetter. She was literally drenching

complaining. No not one bit. In fact he had every intention of sucking every last drop of

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

out, referring to the feel of her lips and just the little of her opening he was

lost the bold look she had on when she admiited that she wanted him there. Not exactly in those words, but it was

curious of her answer and somehow he was also finding himself to feel a tinge of jealousy if she said

knew it was absolutely ridiculous to even think that

then doubted her when she

felt aroused during her writing. She would’ve definitely touched herself, there was

brow, eyeing her suspiciously. “Not once when you wrote erotica you touched yourself?” He knew his

was ashamed to

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

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

would be unforgettable. He admitted in his head and eventually locked up those thoughts too because Tyler would never want

playing with her pulsing lips that made Layla let out one of

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

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