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

Her eyes would stare at him and he’d hope, God he’d hope she would part

not give in to

needed. He found that he actually was holding

things slow with her, teach her a few things to let her get used

for thinking

few lessons wouldn’t

how you make a pretty girl get even wetter. She was

intention of sucking every last drop

blush danced on her cheeks, raving on her

the feel of her lips and just the little of her opening he was playing with. Just a little push, that would be

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

and

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

to answer and then doubted her when she replied

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

once when you wrote erotica you touched yourself?” He knew his disbelief was clouded into his voice

was ashamed

a smirk craft on his lips as he chuckled. He had never met a girl like Layla and wondered why

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

eventually locked up those thoughts too because Tyler would never want to think

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

his voice as he trail his fingers back up to her clit and lightly starts to

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