Layla’s pov

I had seen that heat in Tyler’s eyes before, in his room, in the bathroom. And I knew it must be mirroring my own, because I could literally see myself in the mirror of his eyes.

Panting. Wanting. Him.

He was too close. I need to think clearly. I need to breathe properly.

” Well a little hunger won’t hurt. “I groan, completely aware that I had lost the fight. In fact they were not much fight to begin with.

Tyler moves away from my face entirely to look down at me with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “You’d want me to go hungry little Layla?”

He cock his head to the side slightly, his eyes twinkling mischievously as the corner of his lips tug up into a grin.

He waited for my answer, so intently that every noise around us just seem to not be rattling in my ears anymore.

Everything had gone so quiet. A stilling silence that only allowed me to hear his breathing and that of my own.

But not only that, I could hear the sound of my heart hammering in my chest.

“And what if I would?” I breathed out. Because that alone can do right now, breathe. Or at least try to.

His hand was still cupping me down below, which was probably the main reason I wasn’t so focused right now

Tyler arched his brow and somehow my eyes felt the urge to drop lower, right on his lips.

Air. I need air into my lungs.

a little smile on his mouth but I knew

his mouth so close

made me arch more

I keep taking until

going to make you moan like you had done last

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enjoy dipping my tongue into your pussy. ” He groaned before taking my

he presses his lips more and roughly kissed me as if showing

he took my lips this time around. Something was different. It was like he was trying to tell me something using his mouth. Something!

against the soft wetness of my lower lip, coaxing me to open my mouth to him confirmed he

all I can do, and moan. The way his

a certain pleasure with that kiss today, something different yet lovely and hot all the same. Perhaps

trying to say to me, because his hand cupping me between my thighs move away, only to land on my waist while the other does

my legs around his waist, a bit firmly because if I didn’t I wasn’t so sure I’d not fall for how jello like my

against my mouth, his tongue teasing between my lips before sucking my bottom

still taste like goddamn cherries even after those sausages.” He groans biting my bottom lip until I felt the sting

quite liking it, a lot more

So much more.

I could only feel the heat. And

or when he had to leave. But I wanted him

him to

into his shoulder. “Take it.” |

want him to. Never did. I only tried to make him see that he wasn’t affecting me as much as he thought,

I wanted him.

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