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 fucker flipped him the middle finger as

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

Cherries.

as his fingers twitch on the

it!” He growled aloud as he stepped on

tormenting him even in his

tries to catch up

reason he even accepted to race with Tyler was that if

for a friend like Brett but knew Brett would not

This was a race.

man for

his skin feeling slick with sweat as images

into his mind.

he thought as he nearly slammed

mind corrupted with Layla, Tyler pushed through and stepped on

Tyler’s mind was a bit focused on something

needing

the dirt road ahead. The finishing

can hold up

cursed the heavens and hell. He didn’t understand why his body

he had done for him to feel

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

screeching.

to finish this race and then he needed something, anything to get his mind off

healthy to practically crave

hand twitched to rub his cock to ease the slight throb. Perhaps the sucker

to not have been the best idea since that had

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

her. She was a distraction, she was

good thing.

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

glare on the road, Tyler steeled his focus and sped past Brett the last

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