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

his embarrassment to not give in to

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

teach her a few things to let her get used to things. Let her open up to him

damn fool for

few lessons

and gentlemen, that’s how you make a pretty girl get even wetter. She was

had every intention of sucking every last drop of her essence when he was done with

her in sharp fascination as a pretty blush danced on her cheeks, raving on her entire

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

when she admiited that

answer and somehow he

to even think that way but

and then doubted her when she replied

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

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

She was ashamed to

had never met a girl like Layla and wondered why

knew she existed because he saw her in some of his classes. It was hard to not notice the girl with glasses and messy hair who always answers questions like some kind of

and eventually locked up those thoughts too because Tyler would never

Layla let out one

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

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