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 was better. Way way

down. I held my breath, somehow feeling

that he’d probably want more, because I wanted more. I wanted him down there and it wasn’t his mouth alone I

I did have my intentions set on

I’d be able to do so when I had no prior experience. But the need for me to taste him was overpowering all my senses that I’d do it no matter

flicker of nerves and told me I’d get to taste

phone tightly in one hand while the other continued its trail down until stopping just

me in my visions and I quickly lift from the bed, my phone falling on the covers

heat of a blush kissing my neck and tickling up to paint my cheeks as Tyler stood in the doorway, breathing heavily with his hand still on the door handle. When he

closed the door of his car and if he wasn’t fond

thing he’d slam

was the one who would wash his

asked when he

He won but for the first time, he hadn’t celebrated that win. No, he was in pain

jaw popped and

okay Tyler?”

stiffly. “I’m doing just

really. He was still in pain, especially with having to

Bryce leave already?” He asked when Pierson

nods. “Yeah a whole thirty minutes

nods, somehow feeling relieved that Bryce wouldn’t see how desperate he was for Layla right now.

course, he was sure he was failing

go for a spin Pierson?” Tyler suggested, nudging his chin towards his now dirty

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