Tyler had been counting down every second until she had finished her breakfast. He hadn’t wanted to hassle her into hurrying because something told him Layla had lied about eating before coming here.

Especially when his suspicion was answered with the low rumble of her belly every minute or two.

She needed every bit of that breakfast so he let her gobble it down, finding great pleasure in knowing she ate every piece until the plate was empty.

There was just something about seeing her satisfied and well fed that made him satisfied as well.

But then she brought that glass of blackcurrant juice to her lips and that also drew in his attention to her luscious looking lips.

Damn it. He thought as he tried to pull his eyes away from the temptation of her mouth.

But the urge was too strong and he found himself counting down the minutes until she was done with the juice so he could bring her upstairs and taste those lips. Perhaps if she let him, both of her lips. The one tucked between her legs.

And when she was done, he nearly celebrated aloud but decided to be more of a gentleman…..by tugging her away

from the kitchen with lies of giving her a tour of the house.

He just wanted a taste of her badly before he go to his races. And if he was being entirely honest, he’d admit that seeing Layla smile so radiant towards Bryce made him slightly upset.

By slightly he meant a lot, he was jealous. Plain and simple.

He wanted that smile all for himself. No one else, which was a very odd way for Tyler to think.

Layla’s pov

I found myself gulping the little saliva I had on my tongue, but now my entire mouth felt dry by his words.

He must’ve noticed he had

click of the door closing behind me, that is when my mind finally got back to normal,

did we not…finish last night?” I stammered out, a

just something about his eyes that

grumbles and I’m completely aware of

but of course, my back touched the surface of the wood, stopping me

lift an arm to plaster his hand just above my head,

his lips inches away from my skin. “It doesn’t count because I didn’t get to see you cum. I want to see you cum. I need it.” He stressed out the words want and need, which

feathered against my heated skin. My mind was already on the verge of getting foggy the moment he mentioned about

take a miracle to move me off the course of being trapped by his

whispered, looking up at him beneath

still sparked with a fire beneath them. A fire I knew as heated

supposed to be here for Daffodil, nothing else.” || breathed out,

for christ sake, whatever he wanted he gets it. And he

is still asleep and usually wakes up exactly eight thirty or nine on

lower lip into my mouth, shivering slightly at the intensity

my skin until it feathers on the

at me like that, it

“Tas-te me?”

to see me cum,

Lv.1

mentioned tasting me.

on his lips as he chuckled lowly. He definitely knew what his words were doing

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