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 yelled. Michaels thrusts were so powerful, that blunt cock-head punching his gland with a force so insane it made him see stars. Judge was arching his back again, this time raising both of them up. “Ahhhh. Fuck! Fuck!”
“Yeah, babe. God. That’s. Good. Ahhh. Nice and tight,” Michaels said, after each thrust. “Shit. I’m ‘bout to come.”
Judge’s arms was stretched out the entire width of the bed, as if his body were being offered up for sacrifice. His fists clenched the sides of the mattress as his orgasm burst out of hiding, barreling to the surface. His body locked up tight, every muscle flexed and taut. Judge grimaced and groaned at the intense pleasure.
“Fuck. I feel you, Judge. Come with me, come with me,” Michaels crooned. Rubbing Judge everywhere he could reach. “Your body is so gorgeous.”
“Austin,” Judge whispered shakily, when lightning shot through his balls and the first jet of come made him jerk hard enough to almost knock Michaels off him. Heat spread beneath him, soaking through the sheets and probably into the mattress. He shook violently with each release, his orgasm riding him as hard as Michaels was. “Fuck.”
Chapter Thirty
Michaels heard his name whispered so tenderly from Judge’s mouth. It was as if he was in some kind of euphoric trance. That carnal sound threw him over the edge faster than he could ready himself to fall.
Buried balls deep, he ground his pelvis against Judge’s furry ass and jerked spastically; plastered against him as come shot from him, filling the tip of the condom. He purred and moaned Judge’s name while he rode it out. Milking every drop. With his arm still around Judge’s chest, Michaels held him close to him; trying to level out his breathing, but lingering shudders hit him as his cock deflated inside Judge’s warm channel. Michaels kissed the back of Judge’s neck. I’m ruined.
He tried to gauge how Judge was feeling. The man in question remained quiet and frighteningly unmoving, only the slight rise and fall of his chest could be felt since Michaels remained on top of him, not quite ready to get off yet. He ran his hands through Judge’s wet hair. “You good?” Michaels asked.
After a few seconds, Judge shifted beneath him. “Yeah. Just need a fuckin’ cigarette.”
Michaels chuckled, relieved that Judge wasn’t wigging out on him. He gripped the condom and eased out of Judge. He rolled over to the side, quickly checking the monitor to see if their target was still stationary and after noting that she was, he threw out the condom, flopping back down on the pillow. He watched Judge get up and go into the bathroom. Watched his firm backside and strong back muscles flex with every step he took. Yes. Judge was the man for him. Such a complicated, stubborn bottom, making Michaels work his ass off like that. Well, he wasn’t afraid of hard work. Only thing left now was convincing Judge that they worked well together. When he heard the shower turn on again, Michaels took a deep breath and slid further down onto the mattress, utilizing the time to think of a plan to win Judge over. He knew it wouldn’t be easy. Judge’s father had said as much. The man was set in his ways and used to being alone. Just because they’d had a couple of good romps didn’t mean Judge felt the same connection Michaels did.
Michaels turned and looked at the tracker on the monitor again and saw their red dot was moving. He checked the time. It was after two in the morning. He jumped up and ran to the window, noting all the lights were off in her home, like she was gonna be out for a while. Fuck. This is it. Michaels threw on his pants, almost falling on his face as he stumbled to the bathroom.
A power top! My detective is a fuckin’ make your toes curl, pound your ass into wreckage power top!
Judge twisted his hand in his hair, pulling hard on the long strands and trying to wrap his head around what the fuck had occurred in that bed. He’d bottomed, that’s what had happened. Michaels had made him feel things he hadn’t felt in years. Fucked him until he barely knew where he was and why he was there. So, not only was the hotshot detective a wild, slutty, take it like a champ bottom, he also knew how to drive that fat cock of his. Rode him like a champion lover. Then, after Judge had come hard enough to tear the sheets with his bare hands, Michaels had chased his own orgasm with the ferocity of a lion, using Judge’s asshole as the net. And when he did come… hard and deep inside… “Ahhhh fuuck.” Judge squeezed the base of his sensitive cock