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.

have to take it,” Tyler said with a little smile on his mouth but I knew he was not amused. No, he was completely

mouth

slightly which made me

wait. I take. And I keep taking until

make you moan like you

(Lv. 1

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

more and roughly kissed me as if showing me that

was different. It was like he was trying to tell me something using his mouth. Something! couldn’t

when his tongue swiped against the soft wetness of my lower lip, coaxing me to open my mouth to him confirmed

and moan. The way his tongue brushed against mine, so slow then rough then

a certain pleasure with that kiss today, something different yet lovely

to think of what he was 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 the same. And then

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 legs currently feels at the

want. “Tyler rasped against my mouth, his tongue teasing between my lips before sucking my bottom lip

after those sausages.” He groans biting my

it, a lot more than I thought

So much more.

feel the heat. And it was

But

wanted him to quench

it.” | moaned, my nails digging into his shoulder. “Take it.” | groaned when he bit

I simply didn’t want him to. Never did. I only tried to make him see that he wasn’t affecting me as much as he thought, but of course it

I wanted him.

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