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.

speeding past him. The little fucker flipped him the middle finger

his

Cherries.

fuck? Tyler thought with frustration as his fingers twitch

He growled aloud as

even in his

to catch up with

only reason he even accepted to race with Tyler

like Brett but knew Brett would not give up a race, he’d want

This was a race.

man

the accelerator, his skin feeling slick with sweat

into his mind.

torture, he thought as he nearly

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

up to Brett who yelled out something to him, but Tyler’s mind was a bit focused on something else and not

needing to finish

dirt road ahead. The finishing

can hold up until

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

he had done for him to feel

and zoomed past Brett’s car.

screeching.

he needed something, anything to get his mind off

to practically crave one girl

hand twitched to rub his cock to ease the slight throb. Perhaps the sucker just needed to

and that proved to

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

girl.” He cursed, now getting angry at her. She was a distraction,

good thing.

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

darkening glare on the road, Tyler steeled his focus and sped past Brett the last second before they got to

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