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.

his mouth from my clit with a groan that showed how reluctant

doing such a thing in well, this atmosphere

green swirls looked at me in slight

lifted in a small quirky grin. “You’ve 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

did all but moan loudly as he ate me up. And if he was indeed correct,

horror, well because I felt it.

ago, heard you moaning like some kind of dog in

they still burned with desire. “You’re

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

until our arrangement was done, I’d pretend I was someone 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 his tongue deep inside her moments ago, was not the same Layla from

no one has heard you. There’s only Bryce and Daffodil in

unsure if to believe him or not. He could just be saying

go back to finishing my breakfast

groans. “Nevermind I don’t need your answer I’ll just take what I want as I

did. His mouth latches back onto my pussy and he moans instantly, closing his eyes and moaning again

enjoying himself, every suck he gave shifted his features more into one of pleasure each time. It was marvelous how I

replace what I would respond to him with,

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

lower stomach swirling with piercing heat and the clenching of my pussy walls told me that I was so

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