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 do that. I

bit into my lower lip to stop myself from doing such a thing in well, this atmosphere where

up, and the dazzling green swirls looked at

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

me up. And if he was indeed correct, which he wasn’t,

in horror, well because I felt it.

ago, heard you moaning like

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

since when do | blush? Blushing was for my characters, I’m not one of my fictional characters that blush at

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

you. There’s only Bryce and Daffodil in

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

back to finishing my breakfast without any disturbance?” He

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

latches back onto my pussy and he

pleasure each time. It was marvelous how I had

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

good for me to not want him to continue. And if it

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

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