Layla’s P.O.V
As soon as we stepped into the hotel room, Miles pulled me in and kissed me roughly. I whimpered, feeling the excitement between my thighs grow with his lips against me. I have never had a man turn me on as quickly as he can. I pulled away, stepping back and waggling my finger at him.
“Layla,” He groaned, “My c**k is so f*****g hard for you; why did you pull away?” He added, petting his lip me.
“And I plan on sorting him out with my mouth,” I smirked.
“Then why pull away?” He asked.
“Because I got some new lingerie baby boy. I was going to give you a show first.” I purred, tugging my lower lip between my teeth.
“Mmm, you did baby girl?” He asked, his eyes dark, and I nodded, “Then I don’t mind waiting.” He added.
The lust and want in his eyes every time that he looked
