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 fucker flipped him the middle finger as

the tip of his tongue.

Cherries.

twitch on the wheel as if in search

as he stepped on the

even

it hurt, cursing at every living thing as he tries to catch up with Brett. If he loses this race, he’d not go

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

Brett would not give up a race,

This was a race.

man

accelerator, his skin feeling slick with sweat as images of Layla’s pink

into his mind.

he thought as he

mind corrupted with Layla, Tyler pushed through and stepped on the accelerator harder until the wind whipping against

but Tyler’s mind was a bit focused on

needing to finish

glaring at the dirt road

hold up until

the familiar feeling of his cock twitching and cursed the heavens and hell. He didn’t understand why his

he had done for him to feel this kind

zoomed past Brett’s car. He made

screeching.

to finish this race and then he needed something, anything to get his mind off of

surely cannot be healthy to practically crave

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

his seat from the discomfort of his cock and that proved to not have been the best idea since that had

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

angry at her. She was a distraction, she was distracting him and

good thing.

He had to focus. And not only

road, Tyler steeled his focus and sped

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255