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.

that showed how reluctant he was to do that. I nearly

stop myself from doing such a thing in well, this atmosphere where it

green swirls looked at me

been moaning so loudly that I am certain Bryce heard you all the way downstairs. And it is

up. And if he was indeed

horror, well because I felt it. Nothing more embarrassing than knowing

even an hour ago, heard you moaning

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

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

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

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

my lower lip, a bit unsure if to believe him or not. He could just

back to finishing my breakfast without any

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

onto my pussy and he moans instantly,

into one of pleasure each time. It was marvelous how I had the Tyler Wood on his knees, licking up every drop that seeped out of my

was replace what I would respond to him with,

to continue. And if

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

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