Chapter 27
Lick it And Slip it in
Good. They will be perfect wrapped around him.
When his eyes snaked back up, still slowly drinking in the sight of her, he felt his breath catch.
She didnât have her glasses on, in spite of the fact she was glaring, her eyes, heâd never seen them
without the frame of her glasses.
Layla was cute with glasses but without, something was different and he wasnât really sure what exactly.
âDo you have any manners?!â
Tyler knew she was most likely angry he just barged in without waiting for her response. He wasnât used
to girls not wanting him to act so brutely, especially since they liked when he act this way. Gave them a
rush of excitement.
They liked when he was impatient.
But Layla clearly didnât appreciate it and he didnât know if to smile at that or laugh. He settled to do none.
He didnât want to give her the wrong impression that this could be anything more than sex.
One smile that reached his eyes and girls thought theyâd finally scored his heart. He wanted to snort at
that thoughtâ¦
He didnât want to spoil this before it even began because he really, really, really wanted to fuck her.
The admission was quite shocking but he knew it was the truth and wouldnât waste his time arguing with
himself over it in his head.
He had more pressing matter to attend to which was seducing her soon so heâd stop dreaming about her
lips at night.
From yesterday, after he dropped her off, Tyler had been daydreaming of touching his lips with hers
again until even when nighttime came, he dreamed of kissing her.
And Tyler never dreams of kissing anyone. He never ever dreams of kissing anyone.
But that thought made his eyes fall to her lips and Tyler was doomed.
Now he, really, really, really wanted to kiss her.
âArenât you even going to apologize for just barging in?!â
He saw her lips move but it wasnât the only thing moving. His feet had stamped him before her in a
matter of seconds. She twists her body to face his, her fingers blindly reaching for her glasses on the
countertop.
His hands clamped around her wrist quickly, stopping her. He liked those huge brown swirls, they were
quiteâ¦.chocolatey. He didnât fancy chocolate as much but now, now he really did.
âDonât put them on as yet. â He told her and he was surprised by how groggy his voice had turned.
She looks at him a little startled and he didnât blame her. He was acting a bit strange.
âWhat?â She whispered and Tyler detected the lace of confusion in her tone. He wasnât surprised by it, in
fact, he was expecting it.
He steps a little closer until his front was nearly pressing against her. He was itching to just pull her
against him and actually make her feel the hardness of his cock against her belly. But Tyler didnât want to
scare her.
With Layla, despite needing to bury himself inside her, he wanted to take things slow as he promised her.
Not too slow like a slug because surely heâd not last that long.
He just needs to show her a few things to get her ready. She had no idea what she had signed up for.
âTheyâre really brown,â Tyler found himself saying after staring into eyes that resemble melted chocolate.
But as he stared deeper, he saw little flecks of light gold swirling with that brown.
Those glasses hid so much of the beauty of her eyes.
âI didnât know they were so brown,â Tyler admitted and also admitted he might be losing it.
Since when does he care about the color of a girlâs eyes? He cared only what they could give him
between their legs. Eye color did not matter especially since he rarely look at them while he fucks them.
He found it too intimate and didnât want them to think he wanted more than sex.
The color of their eyes never mattered, well until now since he couldnât bring his gaze to move out of the
swirls of chocolate.
âTyler?â Layla whispered and that broke him out of his thoughts, but landed him in more trouble when his
gaze fall to her moving lips.
Now the urge to kiss her nearly set him ablaze.
He sucks in a rush of air. âLesson number two.â He whispered, already dipping his head because the
urge was too strong now to resist.
His hand comes behind her head and heâs pleased that she doesnât try to move away.
With his lips a breath away from her he whispers. âFrench kiss.â
âI don
Any protest she had on the tip of her tongue dies out when Tyler captures her mouth with his.
This time Tyler didnât brush his lips against hers like some kind of fragile doll like yesterday. He said heâd
go slow but not too slow like a slug. Now he was really going to show her how two people kiss.
He felt her shocked breath before he heard it. Tyler angled his head slightly, his bottom lip sliding up
against hers, his tongue darting to the corner of her mouth before he teased it at the seam of her lips.
âOpen.â He commanded.
He felt her reluctance a little, probably a little frightened to embark on this new territory. But Tyler wasnât
having it, he needed her desperately to loosen up and teach her quickly because right now he wasnât
sure heâd go slow as he promised her
In fact, he wasnât sure if heâd promise her anything.
âOpen your mouth, Layla.â His demand sounded desperate now and Tyler didnât like that he sounded
desperate. So he pulled her head closer, arching her head up so heâd be able to dip his tongue in easier.
But before he could try to persuade her again, her lips part slowly until he could already taste her breath
on his tongue.
And he dived right in.
He felt her shudder when his tongue touched hers. And everything Tyler thought sheâd taste like, didnât
quite live up to what she actually did taste like He wondered if she truly ate sweets before coming here,
or perhaps had drank something sweet
Because surely, someone couldnât taste so sweet?
Tyler dove his tongue in deeper because right now, the sweetness of her mouth somehow drugged him:
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