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.

him. The little fucker flipped him

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

He growled aloud as he stepped on the

tormenting him even

as he tries to catch up with Brett. If

only reason he even accepted to race with Tyler was that if no one did, then Tyler would have been

was grateful for a friend like Brett but knew Brett would not give up a race, he’d want Tyler to fight for his

This was a race.

every man

stepped on the accelerator, his skin feeling slick with

into his mind.

thought as he nearly

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

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

his teeth, needing

dirt road ahead. The finishing line

hold up until then…..surely he

of his cock twitching and cursed the heavens

had done for him to

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

screeching.

then he needed something,

cannot be healthy to practically crave one girl so badly. Can

throb. Perhaps the

his cock and that proved to

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

She was

good thing.

not only on Layla. Not on his tormenting thoughts, but on the road, on

and sped past Brett the last second before they got to

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