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

not

He found that he actually was holding his breath before she had spoken. And if she hadn’t then his lungs wouldn’t

teach her a few things to

for thinking he could move so

a few lessons wouldn’t

you make a pretty girl get even wetter. She was literally drenching his fingers with her

intention of sucking every last drop of her essence when he

pretty blush danced on her cheeks,

the little of her opening he was playing with. Just a little push, that would be all he

to have lost the bold look she had on when she admiited that

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

knew it was absolutely ridiculous to even think

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

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

touched yourself?” He knew his disbelief was clouded into his voice

was ashamed to admit

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

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

eventually locked up those thoughts too because Tyler would never want

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

the tightness in his voice as he trail his fingers

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