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)
His man gazed down at him, that gaze tender and full of longing, as if he’d missed him so much. Judge let Michaels caress the sides of his face, paused while he gently tucked a long strand of black hair behind his ear. Judge was in love. Michaels smelled so good; he inhaled his arousal, breathed in the intoxicating smell of his desire. His thick cock was right there next to his cheek, evidence of his longing leaving a sticky trail in his beard. Judge breathed on him for a while, let him know he was there; let him know pleasure was knocking at his door. He gave Michaels just the tip of his tongue first. Then a little more. Dragged the flat of his tongue along the thick veins in his shaft.
“Come on, Judge. Don’t make me beg,” Michaels moaned, flexing his hips upwards, seeking out Judge’s mouth. His fingers were stimulating his own nipples, flicking and pinching them until they were hard nubs. Judge loved it when he did that. Sexy.
“You’ll never have to beg me,” Judge promised, right before he engulfed all of that cock. He watched what it did to his lover. Saw him fist the sheets, his legs moving restlessly along the smooth fabric. Judge’s rhythm was slow and methodic. Deep throating his man, cherishing every inch of soft skin on that hard cock. He went down to the root… stopped, flexed his throat… pulled up… sucked hard on that weeping head. Licked every salty, bitter tear that fell, then dug inside his slit for more… dove back down again… stopped, swallowed. Did it over and over until Michaels was twitching and spasms wracked his beautifully glistening body. Pulled up and sucked so hard on the head that when he pulled off there was a loud pop. He stroked his fiery detective a few times in his fist. Then Judge pulled the skin tight around the base and dove down again. Kept up that pattern until Michaels was cursing Mother Nature.
Judge reached up and fed Michaels his fingers. Pushed his middle one past those thick lips. Dragged it in and out. Michaels sucked his fingers the same way Judge was sucking him.
Judge hummed and pulled his fingers from Michaels’ mouth. They were coated with saliva and Judge wasted no time sliding his middle finger deep inside Michaels’ warmth. Damn, there was no place like home, and oh how he’d missed it. Inside his man… that was home. Judge felt the way Michaels’ back bowed off the soft mattress when he hooked his finger and teased that special spot.
“Deep. Go deeper, Judge. Harder.”
Judge pulled out and pushed back in with two fingers. Fucked him hard with them, just like he asked. With his other hand he pushed one of Michaels’ thighs outward so he could lick around his stretched hole. Judge buzzed as Michaels’ spirit exploded on his tongue. He firmly massaged at the tightness, using his teeth to give Michaels that hint of pain he knew he craved.
“Awww. Jesus. Fuck yeah,” Michaels moaned. He pushed at Judge’s shoulders. “Wait. Let me get—”
Judge stopped his licking but when Michaels turned and leaned over the edge of the bed and pulled out a drawer underneath it, Judge kept twisting and turning his fingers inside him. Michaels’ back muscles flinched and strained while he retrieved what he was looking for. He placed the bottle of lube on the mattress and a couple condoms. Judge took one and tore at the wrapper. Michaels sat up quickly and rested his hand over his, stopping him. The look in those penetrating blues stole Judge’s breath away. Go bare. Damn. He hadn’t done that since Brent. There was silent communication between them. A silent monogamous pact.
Judge tossed the condom to the side and grabbed the lube, coating his cock good. When he added more inside Michaels’ hot channel, his eyes fluttered with excitement. No barrier this time. This was his man, his partner, his lover. Judge dropped down on Michaels’ chest, again putting his full weight on him. He went in for a kiss, coaxed Michaels’ wine-flavored tongue inside his mouth, moved slowly at first, until it soon spun out of control. With their mouths still connected, Judge lined his cock up with Michaels’ waiting hole and gently thrust forward. Michaels’ mouth opened wider as he gasped. Judge made sure every part of them was touching and their eyes were locked when he pushed all way in on one long drive.
Michaels cried a beautiful sound into his face and Judge had to fight the feeling burning at his spine. “Fuckin’ love it when you cry for me like that.” His man tremored beneath him; writhed and squirmed with Judge’s cock deep inside him.
“Yes. That’s it. More.” Michaels brought his long legs up and placed his feet flat on the bed and pushed up, urging Judge to move. Regardless, he couldn’t hold back any longer. Judge slid out halfway and slammed back in, the pleasure stealing his sanity. It was so goddamn hot inside his lover, a heat he’d never get tired of. A heat that sparked the fire to a full-on blaze. Judge hooked the backs of both of Michaels’ legs, his palms flat on the bed. Michaels was splayed open for him, ready for the taking. Judge lost his mind. Powered into his man like a fool in love. Fucked him hard, fucked him until it became brutal. Michaels yelled his appreciation into the night. The truest mating call.