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.

past him. The little fucker flipped him

mouth with the tip of his tongue. But somehow that little action had him tasting her even

Cherries.

frustration as his fingers twitch on the wheel as if in search of

it!” He growled aloud as

him even in his

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

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

not give up a race,

This was a race.

man for

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

into his mind.

he thought as

through and stepped on the accelerator harder

who yelled out something to him, but Tyler’s

his teeth, needing to

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

can hold up until

cursed the heavens

understand what he had done for him to feel

accelerator, and zoomed past Brett’s car. He made

screeching.

then he needed something, anything to get his mind

healthy to practically crave one girl so badly. Can

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

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

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

her. She was a

good thing.

and his gaze on the road. He had to focus. And not only on Layla.

focus and sped past Brett the last

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