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…

it were by far different. Experiencing it was better. Way way

go down. I held my breath, somehow feeling

because I wanted more. I wanted

did have my intentions set on doing

I wasn’t a bit frightened of how I’d be able to do so when I had no prior experience. But

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

tightly in one hand while the other continued its

the door suddenly opens. My eyes connected 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.

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

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

he’d slam

one who would wash his car clean so his

asked when he caught

but for the first time, he hadn’t celebrated that win. No,

like that.” His jaw popped and Pierson noticed right

okay Tyler?”

stiffly. “I’m doing

really. He was still in

already?” He asked when Pierson reached

nods. “Yeah a whole thirty

wouldn’t see how desperate he was for Layla right now. It was already hard enough trying to act normal

he was sure he was

for a spin Pierson?” Tyler suggested, nudging

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