Lick it And Slip it in by Demiah13

Chapter 64

Brett was right. No one stepped up to the plate and grew enough balls to race him, well except for Brett himself.

With his arm slang on the side of the door, Brett nudges his chin cockily. ” Ready to eat my dust?”

Tyler shook his head, a smirk curving on his lips. “Not if you eat mine first.” He revved his car and hears the loud yells of excitement from everyone behind.

Brett laughed.

A girl, not older than him with shorts ending just below her ass and a tight crop shirt comes between the two cars. In her hand was a red handkerchief that would set the race going.

She cock her hips, and her mascara so thick and dark makes it hard to see her eyes properly. Not that Tyler cared to see the color of her eyes.

“Ready?!” She yelled, lifting up her hand with the kerchief.

Both Tyler and Brett revved their cars and looked at each other with a smirk on their faces.

“Set!” Her screechy voice yelled.

Tyler revved louder and Brett follows suit.

“Go!”

Tyler face forward, stepping on the accelerator and pushes forward. Quickly, the thrilling feeling he usually gets when racing swamps his body.

It felt so good.

So freeing.

He listened to his engine, the vibration of the gear stick, feel the whipping of the wind against his ears, and loved it.

But then whilst meditating on those feelings and sounds….he also tasted.

And he tasted her.

Tyler breathed in a sharp breath through his nose and clumsily turned the wheel. Luckily he had time to set his hands properly and avoid a collision.

little damper had Brett speeding past him. The little fucker flipped him the

the tip of his tongue. But somehow that little action had him tasting her even more, until

Cherries.

as his fingers twitch on the wheel as if

aloud as he stepped on the

tormenting him even in his

cursing at every living thing as he tries to catch up with Brett.

that tournament. And the only reason he even accepted to race

was grateful for a friend like Brett but knew Brett would not give up a race, he’d

This was a race.

every man

skin feeling slick with sweat as images of Layla’s pink pussy lips

into his mind.

thought as he nearly slammed

with Layla, Tyler pushed through and stepped on the accelerator harder until the wind

him, but Tyler’s mind

teeth, needing to finish the

gripped the steering wheel tighter, glaring at the dirt road ahead. The finishing

hold up

his cock twitching and cursed the heavens and hell. He didn’t understand

understand what he had done for him

groaned, pressing his foot on the accelerator, and zoomed past Brett’s car. He made a

screeching.

needed something, anything to get his

be healthy to practically crave

cock to ease the slight throb. Perhaps the sucker just needed to get wet to stop acting so wild

of his cock and that proved to not have been the best

accelerator. The finishing line was clear in sight but Layla’s wet pussy

at her. She was a distraction, she was distracting him and that wasn’t

good thing.

locked his jaw and his gaze on the road. He had to focus. And not only on Layla. Not on his tormenting thoughts, but on

his focus and sped past Brett the last second before

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