Cattle Valley 28 - Second Chances by Carol Lynne Page A

away. “Coming,” he tried to warn.
“Mmm hmm,” Drake hummed.
Oggie closed his eyes and bucked, thrusting even deeper down Drake’s throat. He’d never been a quiet lover, but the string of filth that flew out of his mouth surprised even him. “Oh, shit, yeah…eat my cum, take every drop. Yeah, yeah—you wanna fuck my ass? Bury that big fat cock as deep in my ass as mine’s in your throat.”
To Drake’s credit, he did indeed swallow every drop before releasing Oggie’s cock. He waited until he climbed off the bed in search of the drugstore bag before he began to chuckle. “You kiss your momma with that mouth?”
Oggie reached for Drake the moment he slid back in bed. “I want to kiss you. Does that count?”
Drake opened to Oggie, letting him share the flavour of his own cum. “I taste good,” Oggie said, satisfied.
“Yeah, well don’t get too comfortable because your ass is mine.” Drake broke the seal on the lube and applied a generous amount to his fingers. He reached between Oggie’s spread thighs and began to circle the puckered skin of his asshole. “Been a while?”
Oggie nodded.
“More than a year?” Drake asked, sliding the tip of his finger inside.
“’Bout nineteen months, just before the shooting,” Oggie confessed.
Drake glanced away from Oggie’s hole to look him in the eyes. “Talk about pressure.”
Oggie decided to mess with Drake a little. “No pressure. Just because you’re the first person to make my dick hard since my boyfriend walked out on me two days after some gang fuck fired a shotgun at me, no pressure at all.”
”You’re laying it on a bit thick, aren’t you?” Drake asked.
Oggie gestured to Drake’s hand. “Keep going,” he reminded Drake.
Drake huffed out a breath and poured more lube down the crack of Oggie’s ass. “No wonder your head’s all screwed up.”
“Hey, pot, would you mind sticking that finger inside me sometime tonight?”
“What’re you trying to say?” Drake sank his finger as deep as it would go.
Oggie realised he’d taken the teasing too far. “Nothing, man, I was just messin’ with ya.”
Narrowing his eyes, Drake added another finger and began pumping them in and out of Oggie’s body. Oggie hissed at the burn, knowing he’d asked for it. Still, he couldn’t seem to let it go. “Two fingers. That should be more than enough to stretch me for your cock, right?”
Drake made a sound, something between a growl and a laugh and reached for a condom. “Why’re you intentionally baiting me?” he asked, sheathing himself.
“Because I want you to fuck me hard, and what better way to ensure that than to question your manhood?”
Drake positioned his cock against Oggie’s hole. “You like it hard, do ya?”
“I want to thank God that I’m still alive. Make me feel that,” Oggie said, the desire to be honest stronger than it had ever been.
Drake nodded.
Oggie wrapped his legs as high around Drake’s torso as possible and stared up into his eyes. The tenderness in Drake’s expression was in direct contrast to the way he pushed inside Oggie’s body.
“Feel me,” Drake whispered.
Oggie was grateful when he felt Drake’s balls slap against his ass. He hated to take back what he’d asked Drake to do, but he doubted he could’ve taken another inch. He swallowed the cry of pain as his body struggled to adjust, hoping the burn would ease into pleasure sooner rather than later.
“Feel me,” Drake said again.
“I think maybe my throat feels you.”
Drake smiled. “That was the plan, right?”
Oggie’s eyes drifted shut as the burn faded. “No, that was the dream.” He realised what he’d said and groaned. “Fuck, Drake, you turning me into some kind of damn woman or what?”
Drake reached between them and wrapped his hand around Oggie’s cock as his thrusts increased in speed. “There’s not a damn thing womanly about you.”
Feeling better about his slip of the tongue, Oggie relaxed and shrouded himself in the ecstasy