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.

clit with a groan that showed how reluctant

a thing in well, this atmosphere where

looked at me in slight disbelief. “You’re

am certain Bryce heard you all the way downstairs. And it is now that

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

features shift in horror, well because I felt it. Nothing more embarrassing

an hour ago, heard you moaning like some kind of

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

burn. Honestly, since when do | blush? Blushing was for my characters, I’m not one

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

Layla. You’re not that loud, no one has heard you. There’s only Bryce and Daffodil in the house. I can assure

He could just be saying this to not have me panic and stop him

breakfast without any disturbance?” He

I don’t need your answer I’ll just take what

pussy and he moans instantly, closing

to be enjoying himself, every suck he gave shifted his features more into one of pleasure each time. It was marvelous how I had the Tyler Wood on his knees, licking up every

do was replace what I would respond to him with, with moans

to not want him to continue. And if it were up to me and

heat and the clenching of my pussy walls told me that I was so

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