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.

had Brett speeding past him. The little fucker flipped

and touched the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. But somehow that little action had him

Cherries.

twitch on the wheel as

growled aloud as he stepped

even

thing as he tries to catch up with Brett. If he loses this race, he’d not go

how much Tyler wanted to race in that tournament. And the only reason he even accepted to race with

Brett would not give up a

This was a race.

man for

stepped on the accelerator, his skin feeling slick with sweat as images of Layla’s

into his mind.

was torture, he thought as he nearly slammed

stepped on the accelerator harder until the wind

to him, but Tyler’s mind was a bit focused on something else

needing

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

can hold up until then…..surely he

familiar feeling of his cock twitching and cursed the heavens

he had done for him to feel this kind

zoomed past Brett’s

screeching.

then he needed something, anything to get his mind off

healthy to practically crave one girl so badly.

slight throb. Perhaps the sucker just needed to

shifted in his seat from the discomfort of his cock and that proved to not have been the best idea since that had Brett speeding past him

was clear in sight but Layla’s wet pussy was also in sight too. In

He cursed, now getting angry at her. She was a distraction, she was distracting him

good thing.

road. He had to focus. And not

focus and sped past Brett

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