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)
Judge’s back was hunched over while he dug in as deep as he could. Sweat poured off him, the night air doing nothing to cool the inferno burning inside him. Michaels clenched tight around him and Judge thought he was coming, but he was caught off guard; his spirited bottom was yanking his orgasm from him. Set him a few degrees past burning. Judge buried as deep as he could, his cock throbbed angrily, and his balls drew up close to him. He threw his head back and roared as he came so far up inside Michaels’ body, making him his forever.
“Fuuuck. Mark that hole, babe.” Michaels was pushing his ass up into Judge but there wasn’t another inch available, every part of him that could fit was inside Michaels already. His sexy partner moaned while Judge rode out the last shivers of his orgasm.
Judge fell to the side, arms thrown over his head, his heart beating so fast he thought he’d pass out. Michaels chuckled next to him. Leaned over and kissed, laughed, swam in the moment. Michaels buried his nose in Judge’s armpit, inhaled him a while before he licked around the fury patch in the center, slicking down the fine hairs with his spit. Judge held Michaels’ head in place, moaning the more Michaels bathed him. “Feels good,” Judge whispered. It was absolutely the most erotic thing in the world. Judge’s eyes opened back up and he saw right before he felt that Michaels was still hard as stone. “You didn’t come.”
“Nope,” Michaels said, pushing until Judge was on his stomach.
Oh fuck yeah. My power top.
Chapter Forty-Two
It took every ounce of will power Michaels had to not come while Judge fucked him like a madman. Took him to heaven and back again. It was sweet torture, but now he’d have his revenge. He wanted his turn at Judge’s ass with his bare cock. Needed to breed that fine hairy ass, relish the power of owning it. Michaels was drunk with control. He slapped Judge’s ass and the big man rumbled a sexy laugh into the damp sheets. Michaels growled, parting Judge’s ass, opening him up. He spat on the tight star and delved down to steal a few licks. “Dark pretty fuckin’ hole,” he murmured, to himself.
“This ass is mine. Only I get it. I will take this ass any time I want it and any way I want it. And I want it right fuckin’ now.”
Judge moaned and rose up to his knees in answer. Michaels gripped the base of his dick. “Oh my god. Look at you.” Michaels put his tongue deep inside Judge’s cavern, stabbing it in and out without mercy. Judge’s sensual moans spurred him on, had him overwhelmed with wanting him. Michaels quickly spread some lube down his length. Holding on to Judge’s shoulder with one hand, he parted one fuzzy cheek with the other and slid his lubed cock up and down that dark crevice. Driving both of them mad.
“Fuck me. Austin.”
Michaels grunted at the first couple inches of penetration. Judge hissed a satisfied, “Yes.” Michaels plunged in until his balls nestled against the soft fur on Judge’s ass. Michaels moaned low, his voice raw and rough. His pace didn’t match his dirty talk. The in and out tempo was slow and easy. Michaels used Judge’s thick shoulder to drive in deeper each time. He angled to the right, his dick had already mapped out Judge’s erogenous zones, and Michaels hit one every time.
“Goddamnit,” Judge rumbled, beneath him.
“I love you.” Michaels sighed over the moist skin at the base of Judge’s neck.
“Do I feel good, babe?” Michaels whispered, his lips moving against Judge’s temple, his tongue licking out to claim the beads of sweat that slid across his brow.
“Austin, fuck. Yeah. Right. There. Like. That,” Judge said, between deep-seated thrusts.
“Mmm, yes,” Michaels whispered. He spread his legs and flexed his hips harder, pulling more words from Judge. “I remember when you wouldn’t talk for me. Made me fuck the hell out of you to hear you moan my name. Now listen to those pretty fuckin’ words. All for me.” Michaels pried Judge’s mouth open wider, pulling the thick hairs on his chin. He speared his tongue in Judge’s sexy mouth. “Louder. Yell louder,” Michaels demanded. He pulled out to the tip, slammed back into Judge’s ass, and Judge called out into the night air. His moans floated away on the breezes drifting off the lake. Michaels pistoned his hips four, five more times and then slowed his movements back down. Let Judge catch his breath.
“Oh, my fuckin’ god,” Judge panted.
“That’s what I like. Talk to me, lover.” He eased his hands under Judge’s body, resting his splayed palms over Judge’s hard pecs. He squeezed them, smashed Judge to him while he rested his cheek on Judge’s spine. His hips just barely moving up and down, wanting to stay connected. He pinched Judge’s nipples and bit his neck. Seduced Judge every way he knew how.