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.

a groan that showed how reluctant he was to

such a thing in well, this atmosphere where it wouldn’t be appropriate to smile

the dazzling green swirls looked at me in slight disbelief. “You’re kidding

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

as he ate me up. And if he was indeed correct, which he wasn’t, God I hope he wasn’t….. Bryce would

felt it. Nothing more embarrassing than knowing someone

ago, heard you moaning like

eyes twinkling with amusement which was odd because they still burned with desire. “You’re so flushed you’d be

for my characters, I’m not one of my fictional characters that blush at every glance the male characters have given

this Layla with one of her legs swung on Tyler’s Wood shoulder,

heard you. There’s only Bryce and Daffodil in the house.

bit unsure if to believe him or not. He could just be saying this to not have me panic and stop him from eating

finishing my breakfast without

mouth to reply to him but he just smirks and groans. “Nevermind I

latches back onto my pussy and he moans instantly, closing

gave shifted his features more into one of pleasure each time. It was marvelous how I had the Tyler Wood on his knees,

could do was replace what I would respond to

And if it were up to me and if my pussy wasn’t clenching on the verge

feeling of my lower stomach swirling with piercing heat and the clenching of my pussy walls

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