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)
Michaels’ eyes rolled at the feeling of being bare inside Judge that way. It felt so real, he felt loved. The moonlight shining on Judge’s dark skin. Every thrust took him closer to nirvana, but he kept his tempo steady, in no rush to reach their final destination. They rode the ride of pleasure until once again the heat became too much. Every nerve ending was frayed with fire. Michaels squeezed the back of Judge’s neck, turned his head so he could kiss him some more. Tangled his fingers in that mass of dark messy hair. He pulled on it until Judge’s throat was exposed. He sucked hard on the point above Judge’s pulse, his man was so excited for him, and it fed Michaels’ dominant ego. He snapped his hips, making Judge curse him again. Michaels’ head rushed with authority. The easy lovemaking was long gone and hard fucking was all he could do. His nails dug into Judge’s scalp. Scarred him there before he trailed down Judge’s spine, leaving long red welts behind. The marks were stunning. His personal inscription on his property. That was all it took. “I’m ‘bout to come,” he groaned.
Judge bucked and Michaels gasped as his dick was squeezed to the point of pain.
“Fuck! Austin!” Judge shouted under him, his back muscles flexing hard, his fist clenching the edge of the mattress. It only took a split second of his dick being deliciously hugged by those constricting walls to know Judge was coming apart. Coming so hard, so beautifully for him.
“Yeah, sweetheart.” Michaels pushed hard against Judge’s prostate, wrenching another strangled yell from him. Judge shook and ground his dick into the mattress, draining the last of his orgasm while Michaels stirred up to began his own.
“I’m coming. I’m coming.” Michaels rose up on his knees, gripped Judge’s hips and yanked him into him, sat him on his rod while his orgasm made its dramatic appearance. His back went ramrod straight, the rapture consuming him. Michaels came on a silent yell. His volume was lacking, but his load was heavy and deep as it flowed inside his partner. Gave Judge all his power.
“Damn. I feel you, Austin. So warm,” Judge breathed. His partner was floating beneath him. He knew exactly what Judge was feeling. That flooding of warm come, filling him up and searing him inside. Even in the outdoors, the air was thick with their combined scents. More pungent and masculine than the sweet aromas of lavender and lilies.
Michaels’ breathing labored and his heart rate slowed to a pace that allowed him to function again. He pulled out slowly, caressing Judge’s ass as he did. He rolled to his side and pulled Judge close to him. They lay in silence. Their lovemaking speaking volumes that no words could fully express. Judge turned and faced him, his slight smile in place before the quiet snores started. They were both exhausted. Michaels thought about getting up to get a cloth to clean them up. That was the last thing he remembered.
The sound of birds chirping and the sun’s heat warming his skin came next. It was morning. Judge was holding him tightly from behind. He didn’t know how they’d gotten into that position, but he loved it. He watched the light of day flicker off the lake’s surface. Bookem was back to chasing the small animals that lived beyond the dense trees, looking almost as happy and content as Michaels felt. He could’ve stayed just like that forever. Didn’t want to move and hadn’t planned on it until a lovely voice calling his name filtered through his hazy mind.
“Austin. Where are you my dear?”
“Oh, shit.” Michaels jumped up and scurried to find his pants and shirt.
Judge rose up slightly, his eyes heavy. “Where are you going? Get back in bed.”
“Austin are you in here?” his mom called out, again.
Judge’s eyes widened. “Is that your—”
“Yes,” Michaels hissed, throwing Judge’s clothes at him.
Judge groaned and got out of bed, though decidedly more slowly than Michaels had. “Don’t tell me your folks don’t know you’re gay.”
Michaels looked at Judge like he was an idiot. “What am I, fifteen? Of course they know I’m gay.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“I just don’t want my parents to see me fucked out. Any more than I want to see them in post-coital bliss.”
“Oh.” Judge plucked a sugar cane from in his pants pocket, still laughing.
Michaels shooed Judge inside. “Hurry. Go get cleaned up.”
“Why do I feel like we’re in high school and I’m one of your many boyfriends that you’re sneaking out the back door? Austin, you little slut.”
“Very funny.”
Judge stopped right at the bathroom door and turned to face him.
“What?”
Judge smiled down at him. He ran his hand through Michaels’ messy hair and leaned in to kiss his cheek. “Good morning,” he whispered seductively in his ear.