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

a lot of restraint, much to his embarrassment to not give in

actually was holding

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

damn fool for thinking he could move

a few lessons wouldn’t be so

that’s how you make a pretty girl get even wetter. She was literally drenching

fact he had every intention of sucking

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

referring to the feel of her lips and just the little of her opening he was playing with. Just a little push,

she admiited that she wanted him there. Not exactly in those words, but it

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

to even think that way

and then doubted her

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

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

She was ashamed

had never met a girl like Layla and wondered why he had never spoken to

of his classes. It was hard to not notice the girl with glasses and messy

He admitted in his head and eventually locked up those thoughts too because Tyler would never want to think such a

thoughts by playing with her pulsing lips that made Layla let out one of the most prettiest of moans he had

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

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