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.

moves his mouth from my clit with a groan that showed how reluctant he was to do that. I nearly

thing in well,

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

that I am certain Bryce heard you all the way

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

because I felt it. Nothing more

you moaning like

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

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

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

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

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

I go back to finishing my breakfast without any

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

latches back onto my pussy and he moans instantly, closing his eyes and moaning

each time. It was marvelous how I had

could do was replace what I would

do was take everything he was giving to me, there was no objection and surely there would never. 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 would want to continue this

swirling with piercing heat and the clenching of

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