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.

little damper had Brett speeding past him. The little fucker flipped him the

his teeth in annoyance and touched the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue. But somehow that little action

Cherries.

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

aloud as he

him even in his

tries to catch up with Brett. If he loses this race,

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

was grateful for a friend like Brett but knew Brett would not give up a race,

This was a race.

every man

the accelerator, his skin feeling slick with sweat as

into his mind.

was torture, he thought as he nearly slammed the

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

him, but Tyler’s mind

teeth, needing

the dirt road ahead. The finishing

can hold up

twitching and cursed the heavens and

for him to feel this

the accelerator, and zoomed

screeching.

needed something, anything to get his mind

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

slight throb. Perhaps the

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

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

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

good thing.

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

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

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