Free Krewe Daddy by Margie Church Page B

cock and came up for a tongue-twisting kiss.
    "Do you have one? A rubber? Damn it, I'm not wearing anything I own."
    With a smile, Blair produced one from his back pocket.
    Grinning, Drew took the foil packet from him. "Bless you, my son."
    He kissed Blair again, tasting the remnants of his musk in Blair's mouth.
    Blair pulled back. His dark eyes smoldered. "Do you want to fuck me in these babies?" He pointed to the leather chaps.
    "That would rock." Drew helped Blair take off his boots and pants. The sight of Blair's chiseled ass in those black chaps made his cock drool.
    Blair looked over his shoulder. "How's it look? Good enough to fuck?"
    "More than good enough."
    Drew's dick throbbed in his hand while he slid on the condom. Then he hugged Blair from behind, savoring his masculine strength, and the scent of new leather, horses, and men.

    "I love the way you smell. Damn, you could make a dead man horny. Bend over.
    I want you tight around me."
    "I was starting to wonder how long it was going to take you."
    "Pull on that gorgeous dick of yours while I fuck you." He spit on his fingers and spread Blair's ass cheeks.
    "You don't need to ask twice . . . ah . . . ."
    With two fingers, Drew opened the tight muscle. "How long as it been? You're tight as a virgin."
    "Too long, and I was waiting for you. I could have killed you last night when you took off on me. My dick was so hard I could have shoed a horse with it."
    Leaning forward, Drew kissed Blair's back. "I'm sorry. Obviously, I wasn't thinking straight. How could I turn this down?"
    "Cock, please. We're going to be late for the afternoon session."
    After spitting on his hand again, Drew rubbed Blair's asshole, then pressed his dick in.
    "Oh, fuck, you feel amazing." He started to stroke, slowly, and a little deeper with each penetration.
    Blair's breath left him with each pump forward. "Harder, I want all of you."
    Drew widened his stance and complied. "Are you working that dick? I bet it's soaking wet."
    "And so hard. Damn, wreck my ass. You own me."
    Holding tightly to Blair's hips, Drew gave up control. He stroked inside Blair's tight muscle, sometimes pulling all the way out, and then slapping his firm butt cheek before diving back in. He concentrated on hitting the sweet spot inside Blair.
    "Right there." Blair's voice was a mix of agony and ecstasy. "That's it. Oh, shit, I'm coming. Fuck me hard, now!"
    Sweat dripped down the sides of Drew's face. The nearby cattle could have charged toward them, and he wouldn't have heard them coming, been able to stop. His vision blurred as the first burst of cum left his body.

    Blair shuddered beneath him, hollering out monosyllabic words.
    Pulses of cold heat radiated from Drew's spine through his cock. He couldn't remember the last time he'd orgasmed this hard. When the fog cleared from his vision, he pulled out of Blair's ass. His legs still trembled.
    Blair stood and faced him, winded and covered in a glorious shade of red. He spoke between gasps for air. "I thought I was going to pass out."
    Barely able to swallow his own spit, Drew nodded. "You're not the only one."
    He pulled off the condom and tied it shut before stuffing it back in the foil package as best he could. Then, he spread his jacket on the ground.
    "Sapphire is going to have a fit, but come here and relax for a few minutes."
    Blair settled alongside him.
    Drew kissed along Blair's shoulder and neck. "Why did you come after me?"
    "I didn't like the way things ended last night, and you were obviously upset this morning." Blair rested his head on Drew's shoulder. His voice sounded groggy. "You wanted me last night as much as I wanted you. There's no reason for this sanctimonious bullshit. We're good together."
    "You got that right."
    "I know you have to work things out with Luis once and for all, but I've been thinking about you a lot lately." He pulled Drew's arm tighter to his chest and kissed Drew's knuckles. "If you finally give up on him, come to