“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. Michaels”