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.

said with a little smile on his mouth but I knew he was not amused. No, he was

mouth so close to my

slightly which made me

wait. I take. And I keep taking until I’m satisfied.” He groaned,

to make you moan

(Lv. 1

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

brush until he presses his lips more and roughly kissed

lips this time around. Something was different. It was like he was trying to tell me something using his mouth. Something! couldn’t seem to

soft wetness of my lower lip, coaxing me to open my mouth to him confirmed he was really trying to tell

his mouth, because that was all I can do, and moan. The way his tongue brushed against

something different

to think of what he was trying to say to me, because his hand cupping me between my thighs move away, only

waist, a bit firmly because if I didn’t I wasn’t so sure I’d not fall for how

tongue teasing between

He groans biting my bottom lip until I

find myself quite liking it, a lot more

So much more.

me into the door, his hardness brushing against my core. I could only feel the

know how long we had left until Daff wakes up or when he had to leave. But I wanted

him to quench

into his shoulder. “Take it.” | groaned when he bit into my lip again and

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

I wanted him.

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