Layla’s pov

How deep can his tongue go?

His tongue

I gasped, lifting one of my hands to plaster my palm over my mouth to smother the sounds that were coming out of my lips. Each second, the sounds grew a notch or two

But even my palm pressing so harshly on my lips could stop the moans from escaping my mouth. Yes they were not as loud but anyone passing close to the door would certainly hear my cries of pleasure.

Just the thought had my face burning and Tyler’s name slipping from my lips. “Tyler,”

His eyes peeled open, almost reluctantly as if annoyed that Thad disturbed his….well feasting.

Something about seeing him between my thighs was quite…..how do I put it….quite exhilarating.

And the way he stared at me…..it was like he was somehow drunk, intoxicated with the taste of me. There was nothing more arousing than seeing him so lost in the taste of me

that any little disturbance annoyed him.

“What if someone hears us?” I whispered, looking around the room as if someone would just pop out of the closets or the door leading to the bathroom.

with a groan that showed how reluctant he was to do that.

from doing such a thing in well, this

looked at me in slight disbelief. “You’re kidding right?

been moaning so loudly that I am certain Bryce heard you all the way downstairs. And it is now that you want to be wary of

but moan loudly as he ate me up. And

it. Nothing more embarrassing than knowing

even an hour ago, heard you moaning like some kind of dog in

with amusement which was odd because they still burned with desire. “You’re

made me literally burn. Honestly, since when do | blush? Blushing was for my characters, I’m not one of my fictional characters that blush at

else because truth be told, this Layla with one of her legs swung on Tyler’s Wood shoulder, while bare in front of him with

Daffodil in the house. I can assure you my walls are thick.” Tyler assured with a small

could just be

back to finishing my breakfast

he just smirks and groans. “Nevermind I

pussy and he moans instantly, closing his eyes and moaning again in

shifted his features more into one of pleasure each time. It was

all I could do was replace what I would respond to him

surely there would never. This felt too good for me to not want him to continue. And if it were

swirling with piercing heat and the clenching of my pussy walls told me that I

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