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.

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

mouth with the tip of his

Cherries.

fingers twitch on the wheel as if in

growled aloud as he stepped on

him even

every living thing as he tries to catch up with Brett. If he loses this race,

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

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

This was a race.

every man for

slick with sweat as

into his mind.

as he nearly slammed

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

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

teeth, needing to finish the

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

hold up until then…..surely

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

had done for him to feel this

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

screeching.

to finish this race and then he needed

be healthy to practically crave one

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

to not have been the

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

getting angry at her. She was a distraction, she was distracting him and that wasn’t

good thing.

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

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

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