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.

his mouth from my clit with a groan that showed how reluctant

myself from doing such a thing in well, this atmosphere where it wouldn’t be appropriate

dazzling green swirls looked

small quirky grin. “You’ve been moaning so loudly that I am certain Bryce heard you all

could see where he 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

shift in horror, well because I felt it. Nothing

moaning like some kind of

with desire. “You’re so flushed you’d be mistaken as one

words made me literally burn. Honestly, since when do | blush? Blushing was for my 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

Bryce and Daffodil in the house. I can

could just be saying this

back to finishing my breakfast without any disturbance?” He arched his brow again

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 as

and he moans instantly, closing his eyes and moaning again

seems to be enjoying himself, every suck he gave shifted his features more into one of pleasure each time. It was marvelous how I

I could do was replace what I would respond to

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

of my lower stomach swirling with piercing heat and the clenching of my

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