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.

past him. The little fucker flipped him the middle finger as he races

annoyance and touched the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. But somehow that little action had him tasting

Cherries.

as his fingers twitch on the

it!” He growled aloud as he

him even in

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

tournament. And the only reason he even accepted to

Brett would not give up

This was a race.

every man for

the accelerator, his skin feeling slick with sweat as

into his mind.

thought as

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

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

ground his teeth, needing to finish the

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

up until then…..surely

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

didn’t understand what he had done for him to feel this kind of

his foot on the accelerator, and zoomed past

screeching.

this race and then he needed something, anything

cannot be healthy to practically crave

to ease the slight throb. Perhaps the sucker

that proved to not have

line was clear in sight but Layla’s wet pussy was

this girl.” He cursed, now getting angry at her. She was a distraction, she was distracting him and that

good thing.

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

a darkening glare on the road, Tyler steeled his focus and sped past

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