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.

groan that showed how reluctant he was to

lip to stop myself from doing such a thing in well, this atmosphere where it wouldn’t be appropriate to smile at

swirls looked at me

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

was coming from, I did all but moan loudly as he ate me up. And if he was indeed correct, which he wasn’t, God I hope he wasn’t….. Bryce would have

well because I felt it. Nothing more embarrassing

an hour ago, heard you moaning

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

characters, I’m not

for now 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 a few days ago before

heard you. There’s only Bryce and Daffodil in the house. I can assure you my walls are thick.”

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

back to finishing my breakfast without

to him but he just smirks and groans. “Nevermind I don’t need your answer I’ll

onto my pussy and he moans instantly, closing

into one of pleasure each time. It

could do was replace what I would respond

This felt too good for me to not want him to continue. And if it were up to me and if my pussy wasn’t clenching on the verge of throbbing to completion I

unfortunately, the feeling of my lower stomach swirling with piercing heat and the clenching of my

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