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

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

much to his embarrassment to not give in to those urges that was

he actually was holding his breath before she had spoken. And if

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

fool for thinking

few lessons wouldn’t be so

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

answer and then doubted her when she

wouldn’t have felt aroused during her writing. She would’ve definitely touched herself, there was no truly innocent

erotica you touched yourself?” He knew his disbelief was clouded into his voice which is probably why

She was ashamed to

smirk craft on his lips as he chuckled. He had never met a

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

admitted in his head and eventually locked up those

Layla

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

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