Chapter 19
Layla’s POV
“I can take it inside my p***y too,” I gasped out, the words completely unbidden, born from a raw, primal need that defied every ounce of sanity I had left.
Fuck this family stuff. f**k the consequences. I just needed him.
Mateo looked down at me, a dark, dangerously pleased smile spreading across his handsome face.
He leaned down, his hot breath brushing my cheeks as his tongue swiped across my lower lip, licking his own slick pre-c*m and our shared saliva from my mouth in a slow, filthy gesture that made my core clench in a vicious spasm.
He pulled me up from the floor effortlessly, his large hands anchoring under my arms.
All I could think about, all my frantic mind could process, was the agonizing urge to feel his massive d**k burying itself deep inside
