Chapter 45
Lick it And Slip it in
Laylaâs pov
âIâm going to only cum together with you tonight Layla. So make those fingers dance for me on your
pretty little pussy.â
And they did.
My fingers, so slick with my juices coating them, played with my tingling pussy lips. They throbbed. I
moaned, biting into my bottom lip at the burning pleasure that was trying to consume me.
Tylerâs breathing is so rough in my ears, yetâ¦..it sounded so satisfying, so pleasing, and it was no doubt
one of the reasons tingles were currently scouring through my entire being.
It was quiteâ¦â¦thrilling.
âAre your fingers wet with your juices? Are they soaked?â He asked and lets out a slight trem bling
groan.
My fingers danced around my opening, picturing, feeling it was his fingers and not my own. I whimper.
âYes.â
âI remember how warm you felt. How soft. How wet.â
His words had my heart hammering like that of a hammer knocking down on a nail.
âI had wanted to taste the essence of you earlier, bury my face between your thighs and lick up every last
drop of your juices off your pretty little pussy.â He groaned, his words having me arch my back and press
my fingers more firmly on the soft flesh of my pussy.
âCan you imagine my tongue trailing between your lips, wetting your nub, pushing into your opening? He
uttered softly and something told me he was as much lost as I was in his own mind, clouded by the
image of my pussy with his tongue indeed pushing into my opening.
I trembled.
Such pleasure by just his words and a few barely tickling touches of my fingers on my puls ing needing
cunt should not have me soâ¦..
Wanting
Needing
Craving
Yearning
âCan you just imagine Layla? Just imagine my tongue drowning in the taste of you, so deep that youâd be
trembling uncontrollably Begging me to let you cum.â He groaned.
âDo you think Iâd let you curn?â He asked
gasped, my fingers feathering up to my nub again to roll around the hardening flesh. âWould
you? Would you make me cum?â I moaned.
I was far too gone in my own little state of mind where I cared little for how | sounded nor what I was
saying. Honestly, if it comes to be, Iâd just pretend I was drunk and knew nothing of what I was saying or
doing.
Yes drunk in desire.
But something told me, Tyler would never buy my excuse, he was too damn smart to
* Hmmmm.â Tyler hummed, âI donât think Iâd like to answer that question as yet.â He whis
pered,
âNot until you keep rubbing that tender spot between your thighs. Not until you moan more than I can
count.â He groaned into my ear, like a beast knowing his prey was about to fall into his trap.
This was a good way to describe Tyler and I. He was the beast and I was the prey. His prey.
My back arches off the bed, my covers sticking to my sweaty skin. It was fascinating how hot my body
felt, oddly like I was burning up with a fever.
âMoan for me Layla while your fingers dance on your pussy thatâs begging for my mouth, my tongue, my
cock. He utterly huskily,
âMoan for me.â He groaned and his voice sounded like my own personal song that would drive me
forward. A song I got lost in as he kept groaningâ¦â¦. grunting
He was doing something
He wasâ¦â¦
Touching himself.
While listening to meâ¦..
My teeth trapped my lower lip harshly until I swore I tasted the copper of my blood. I swept it into my
mouth, licking the tender spot I had surely bitten into.
I released my lip, gasping as my fingers danced on my throbbing pussy just like he wanted me to. And
itâ¦.
Wasnât enough
I needed something
Something else
Something that can push me or pull me to the edge.
I cared little of how Iâd fall.
I cared of little of how Iâd end up
As long as I could get what I wanted, I cared little of the other things,
Little of how desperate | sounded as I asked him. âWhat are you doing Tyler? Are
youâ¦..touching yourself too?â
Heat padded into my cheeks as I registered my words. It was too late to take them back now. And if I
was being completely honest with myself, I was intrigued to know his answer.
Would he say no?
Would he say yes?
Or would he not answer me at all?
And then his voice came, just like how Iâd imagine a sweet tune would sound like. âYou want to know if
Iâm touching my cock while listening to you?â
gasped lowly and then breathed out. âYes.â
â Those fingers that had been on your wet pussy earlier, dancing between your lips. Those fingers that
wanted to bury inside you. Theyâre now wrapped around my hard cock that had been straining painfully
even before you answered the phone Layla.â Tyler breathed out throatily.
I sucked in a breath sharply. Utterly speechless yet wanting to know more as I felt myself be come even
wetter than I was just seconds ago.
It was crazy how fast I could get so wet. Just by his voice, his wordsâ¦.
Tyler was doing things to my body I couldnât quite comprehend as yet.
âAnd you want to know what exactly those fingers are doing around my cock Layla?â He said gruffly.
Had I said that outloud or did he just have a feeling that I wanted to hear more. Desperately wanted to
hear more.
âYes.â
My admissions came so easily to me now. It was like I didnât care how desperate Iâd sound and
honestlyâ¦.. I didnât.
âTheyâre tightly wrapped around my cock and with the warmth of my palm, itâs easy to imag ine my hand
being your pussy. Iâm fisting myself while imagining Iâm inside your wet pussy Layla.â He groaned and let
out a slight curse.
I started to pant harshly, because suddenly his words were what I needed to bring me closer to that
edge. The words that told me exactly what he was doing to himself while listening to me.
You want to know more?â He groaned.
âYes.â I almost said please but bit my tongue before I could. I didnât need him to know how desperate I
was to hear his words.
His voice grows low, so low and gruff that it sent a powerful shiver down my spine as if it were a light
feather trailing down the middle of my back
Iâm running my hand up and down the length of my cock while imagining Iâm thrusting into you over and
over while your voice grow rough from all the screams that leave your pretty little mouth,
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