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

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

not give in to those urges that

was somewhat much needed. He found that he actually was holding his breath before she had

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

for thinking he could move so

lessons wouldn’t be

how you make a pretty girl get even

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

a pretty blush danced on her cheeks, raving on

little of her opening he was playing with. Just a little push, that would be all he would need to feel her wrapped

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

curious of her answer and somehow he was also finding himself to feel a

absolutely ridiculous to even think that way but he couldn’t

waited for her to answer and then doubted her when she replied with a shy

she wouldn’t have felt aroused during her

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

She was ashamed to admit

He had never met a girl like Layla and wondered why

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

head and eventually locked

lips that made Layla

his voice as he trail his fingers back

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