Don't Judge by A. E. Via

Author:A. E. Via [Via, A. E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Amazon: B00ZSXN7WM
Barnesnoble: B00ZSXN7WM
Goodreads: 25743416
Publisher: Via Star Wings Books
Published: 2015-06-25T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Michaels dug and pulled on Judge’s beard because it was hot to do and it really got the big man fired up. He was sucking the fuck out of his cock while jerking his own with his other hand. He was letting himself loose and Michaels wanted that. Judge went down and buried his nose in Michaels’ thick bush, his throat working the head. Michaels grunted hard, his lower back rising up off the bed at the amount of desire flooding him. Judge gagged and pulled off, looking pleased at Michaels’ spit-slicked cock. Few more seconds of this and he was going to come… explosively.

Judge moaned around the blushed head working hard at getting both of them off. Michaels didn’t want to come like this, he wanted more. His ass was just starting to feel relief and now he wanted to beat it up again. Oh hell yes. He pulled on Judge’s hair. “Enough.” He groaned.

“I want you to come.” Judge answered his voice just as sexy and husky.

“I will.” Michaels opened his legs wide, he reached his hand down and skimmed over his balls gathering some of the spit there before reaching lower. Judge gasped when Michaels pushed two fingers inside him.

The burn was immediate but welcomed. He rode his own fingers, getting lost in the friction, his eyes sliding closed. The bed shifted and Judge was gone but Michaels didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. Judge was back with the lube, hurrying out of his jeans and spreading the slick liquid on his fingers before he even got back on the bed. Someone else was just as restless as him. Michaels pulled his t-shirt all the way off, spreading his legs wider in obvious invitation.

“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 yelled. 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 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. Now this was 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. 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.

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