“Judge clasped his hands over Michaels’ and nodded once. Michaels barely withdrew a few inches before he slammed back into Judge’s wanting ass. Over and over, rapid sharp thrusts, deeper than Judge could process. Judge twisted and grunted, growling against the sheets. “Still being stubborn, huh? Why won’t you let me hear you? That deep sexy voice of yours.” Michaels panted in his ear. “I can make you talk, babe.” “Fuck you,” Judge muttered. Thinking Michaels didn’t hear him… but he was wrong. Michaels chuckled low and demonically, and Judge knew he’d fucked up. “Better, but not quite what I had in mind.” Michaels’ body was shifting over of him, turning so that his legs straddled his right thigh and both his arms were on his left side braced on the mattress. Oh fuck. Michaels was getting ready to fuck him at an entirely different angle. An angle that was gonna have him pile-driving his prostate. “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”