Layla’s pov

My eyes closed, the vision clear in my head. Yes, I can see my characters doing the same thing Tyler had done to me.

The way his hot breath fanned against my sensitive flesh….

I captured my lower lip between my teeth and bit it harder than thought. It stings but I welcomed the pain.

The way his hot mouth had opened over my throbbing flesh, blowing his hot breath against the wetness….

My fingers leave my neck to travel down my chest, feathering against the fabric of my shirt.

His mouth on my pussy felt so good. Better than I imagined. Better than how I wrote scenes that involved that specific act.

Oh yes, I can see it now… 

My character with his mouth open on my female lead’s pussy, suckling on the throbbing nub….

I clenched my thighs together tightly and started rubbing them until it created a bit of friction between my thighs. I sighed. It felt so good.

Not as good as having Tyler’s mouth there, but it caused a good enough friction that made me see and feel as if it was him between there. Doing exactly what he had been doing to me earlier.

The way he swirled his tongue inside me. It felt unnatural for him to do so, yet he did it so smoothly like he had no problem with swirling his tongue as deep as he can go inside me.

I had been so wet down there. So wanting and needing him. The fire that had coiled in my belly was restless and strong. I didn’t know one boy could have made me feel this kind of way

Yes I wrote erotica, but God…

experiencing it were by far different. Experiencing it

breath, somehow feeling it was Tyler who was skimming his fingers down my

didn’t care that he’d probably want more, because

have my intentions set on

bit frightened of how I’d be able to do so when I had no prior experience. But

when he saw my flicker of nerves and told me I’d get to taste

lips, gripping my phone tightly in one hand while the other continued its trail down until stopping just

with those that tormented me in my visions and I quickly lift from the bed, my phone falling on the covers as | gasped in shock. “Tyler! I didn’t

to paint my cheeks as Tyler stood in the doorway, breathing heavily with

closed the door of his car and if he

he’d slam

one who would wash his car

today?” Pierson asked when he caught the

he hadn’t celebrated that win. No, he was in

His jaw popped

Tyler?” Pierson

stiffly. “I’m doing

he? Not really. He was still in pain,

already?” He asked

“Yeah a whole thirty

Bryce wouldn’t see how desperate he was for Layla right now. It was already hard enough

was sure

spin Pierson?” Tyler suggested, nudging his chin towards his

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