Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” Judge whispered; his eyes on Michaels’ stretched hole. He rolled a condom down his long shaft and slicked himself up good.
When he climbed back on the bed, Michaels was abruptly flipped over onto his stomach. “Yes,” he breathed. He was so used to doing the handling himself, he didn’t mind Judge taking over for a while. He heard Judge spit against his hole and aggressively rub it in, pushing his thick middle finger in, working his walls. He spit again and Michaels’ dick jerked at the sexiness of the vulgar sound and then the way Judge rubbed his saliva into his skin. He had the lube… why was he spitting on him? Oh my god. This is new. Judge was into spit, huh? Oh, very nice. Michaels wasn’t against that in the least. He imagined Judge fucking him face to face, Michaels opening his mouth begging for his spit….
“I’m ready. I’m fuckin’ ready.” Michaels hurried Judge. His cock was about to bust and he wasn’t even touching it. He reached his hand behind him and rubbed the warm moisture against his hole, spreading it onto his ass, and showing Judge that he liked this, liked bathing in his spit, liked it a lot. He heard Judge groan and swear behind him.
Michaels’ thoughts spiraled out of control. Judge was everything he’d wanted in a man… in a partner. His big, hairy, kinky ass. Damnit. He’d only have him for a short time; he tried to not think about the inevitable yet. He went down on his forearms, his face pressed into Judge’s pillow, breathing in his strong, masculine scent. His ass poised and ready for the taking.
Judge thighs were pressed against the backs of his. Those wiry hairs tickling against his own. He shamelessly rubbed his ass along Judge’s shaft, the spit and lube running hotly down his crease. Judge gripped Michaels’ hip and nudged his aching hole first, warning him he was coming in. He was patient and let Judge go at his pace, and he was glad he did; it was the right thing.
He heard Judge spit against his ass one more time and then he was pressing inside him, those stout hips unrelenting. He drove forward slowly, still mindful of his size, but pushed in non-stop.
“Holy fuck,” Michaels gasped. He couldn’t even yell. He was too full. Was it like this earlier? Damn. Maybe he’d been so wired and worried about proving himself that he’d not been completely conscious of Judge’s size… but he was now.
Judge came down over him, pressing that hard, hairy chest against his smooth back. His mouth was pressed against Michaels’ ear, that thick tongue flicking out and driving him crazy. Judge’s gravelly voice was straight out of a porno film. “Mmm. Take it, Michaels. I know you can. Take all of it.”
Judge stilled and gripped Michaels’ hips in those huge hands and pulled him back onto the last few inches of his dick. Michaels arched, moaning in pleasure and anguish.
“Ahhh, yes. Tight fuckin’ hole.” Judge didn’t give Michaels time to adjust, he pulled out to the tip and pounded back in, swift and solid.
“Fuck!”
Michaels felt his walls being lusciously scraped when Judge withdrew all those inches. Knowing Judge was about to power-drive back in, Michaels’ clamped up. His legs shook and sweat broke out all over him as he all but refused Judge entry.
“You’re still fighting me sweetheart,” Judge whispered. His big hands were all over him, rubbing him, caressing him… relaxing him. Judge rocked his cock back and forth, only pushing in the couple inches that Michaels let him. “I’m coming in Michaels, so open up. You need this… trust me.”
Michaels writhed and twisted underneath Judge’s weight. He let him soothe him a few more moments before he unclenched his ass and breathed in deep. This time Judge didn’t ram his way back in, he took his time and eased back through his channel, and Michaels felt every ridge and vein in his cock. “Is that better?” Judged breathed. “Was that too much dick for you before?”
Oh, man. The terms of endearment, the sweet nasty talk. What was going on? It felt intimate as hell. Loving, even. Judge’s pace was slow and sensual. They were connected all over, so close he could feel Judge’s powerful heartbeat.
“S’good, s’good,” Judge murmured in his ear. One big arm around his chest, his thumb tenderly stroking Michaels’ nipple.
“Yeah, babe. It’s good.” Michaels turned and whispered against Judge’s cheek. Loving the way he turned into the touch, just a little. It wasn’t a kiss but they were getting closer and closer.
Neither one of them said anymore. Only moans and whimpers could be heard as they gave each other what they both needed. Judge sensed that Michaels’ body wasn’t wanting fast and punishing. He needed relaxing and reassuring, and that’s exactly what Judge gave him. Until the sun came up and reminded them they were there to do a job and split… not fall in love.