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

roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. But somehow that little action

Cherries.

fuck? Tyler thought with frustration as his fingers twitch on the

growled aloud as he stepped on the

him even in his

his teeth until it hurt, cursing at every living thing as he tries to catch up with Brett. If he loses this

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

Brett would not give up a race, he’d want Tyler to fight for his

This was a race.

every man for

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

into his mind.

thought as he

stepped on the accelerator

something to him, but Tyler’s mind

teeth, needing

at the dirt road

up until

and cursed the heavens and hell. He didn’t

he had done for him to

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

screeching.

this race and then he needed

healthy to practically crave one girl so badly. Can

ease the slight throb. Perhaps the sucker just

proved to not have been the best idea since that had Brett speeding past

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

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

good thing.

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

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

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