Don't Judge Quotes

“Michaels, is it our turn to take a fuck break?” Day shone that shit-eating grin he was famous for. “I mean that sounded like fun up there… I want a turn too. I worked hard today.”
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“Day barked a humorless laugh. “Like… did you just say like? Judge you are way beyond me not liking you. You’re not even standing close to the word like. You’re standing two blocks from the corner of despise and hate.”
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“Let me ask you something.” Day propped himself up on the corner of God’s desk, leaning in when he spoke. “Did you suck the heart and soul out of my best friend for sport, or did you receive some kind of nourishment from it?” Judge”
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“Holy hell. All Michaels saw was a tall, walking Adonis. Decked out in leather except for the tight, black shirt hugging his thick chest. As he got closer his eyes appeared dark and mysterious, he seemed to keep his eyes on target but take in everything around him too. People watched him, but didn’t engage him. It was obvious he wasn’t a criminal because of the gold badge hanging around his neck, but damn he looked like he was on his way to kick someone’s ass. Moving through the precinct like he was the Captain. Confident and sure. He wasn’t frowning but he damn sure wasn’t smiling or giving off an approachable vibe. Michaels stood and swallowed hard. Jesus. The man had to be six-foot-three, maybe -four. Taller than his own six one. It was all the hair. Oh, my damn. That beard, that looked course but possibly soft to touch. Damn, he hoped so. Trimmed neatly with a smattering of grays, at least five to six inches of hair beneath his chin. Enough to pull. Shit. “We all thought you loved yourself, Michaels,” Day said, out of nowhere, watching along with everyone else as the bounty hunter approached. Michaels frowned at his Lieutenant. It really was not the fuckin’ time.  Day’s eyes bugged and Michaels turned back just in time to see what everyone else did as Judge reached for the door. Day leaned toward God and hissed, “Why the fuck is he bringing a horse into our office?”
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“Judge, Curtis is also Green and Ruxs’ adopted son, but he belongs to me now,” Genesis said, smugly. “I”
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“Knew his apology was genuine. If Judge hurt him again then.... Michaels squeezed his eyes shut. “You leveled me, Judge. I… I couldn’t even function.” Judge nodded his head like he understood. “I know. I know I did. But I’m asking you to trust me.” Michaels’ voice was stern. “One more.” Judge smiled at him. “One more chance is all I need.” Judge claimed Michaels’ mouth, swallowed any and all possible rejection and savored only his acceptance. The kiss was intense and full of what Judge was promising. When he pulled back, Judge cupped both of Michaels’ scratchy cheeks and whispered into his mouth. “God, you’re beautiful. What the fuck was I thinking?” They”
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“He couldn’t fuck Duke and close his eyes, pretending it was Austin. It was cheating, even though they weren’t actually a couple, but he was surely cheating himself and he’d never disrespect Duke like that. “It’s”
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“Judge tilted Michaels chin up. “You can’t have both. My lover and my work partner. You can’t be both. It’s impossible. I can’t do it.” “Fine. Then I won’t. I’ll only be one.” Judge slowly released the towel and stepped back from Michaels’ sexy heat. “Okay.” He sighed, feeling emotionally exhausted and tired himself. “Work partners.” “You misunderstood.” Michaels took the towel off his hips and let it drop to the floor. “I meant I’ll only be your lover.” Judge”
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“Judge was stunned. “You cook?” “Yes. I dabble a little.” Michaels grinned slyly. “Mmm,” Judge groaned, leaning in closer. “I’ll do anything not to have to eat takeout.” “Anything?” Michaels emphasized. “Yes,” Judge whispered against Michaels’ ear. Michaels turned boldly, standing right on top of him. “I want a kiss.” “W-what?” Judge stammered. “You heard me just fine. I said I want a kiss. I’ll cook you dinner, maybe even breakfast. But I want something from you. I want to kiss you.” Michaels winked. “You don’t even have to kiss me back.” Judge”
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“When he climbed back on the bed, Michaels was abruptly flipped over onto his stomach. “Yes,” he breathed. 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 sexiness of 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. This is 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 Judge. 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”
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“Austin. Interesting you were able to make it. I was just talking to Justin about you the other day. He said he hadn’t seen you in months.” Not since I’d fucked his brains out and he left my apartment almost wearing a goddamn disguise. Fuckin’ thirty-one-year-old closet case.”
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“Maybe after seeing what God and Day had, Ruxs and Green, Syn and Furi, shit even young Curtis was in a relationship. If a young man like him could keep a three point eight GPA and still hold on to a man who will be the number five draft pick in the NFL this year, then surely Michaels could manage to find someone. On”
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“Every time Michaels spoke to or looked at him like Judge was the stars and moon, every time Austin accepted him inside of his body, all Judge’s inhibitions went out the window.”
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“Cashel… will you marry me?”     The”
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“I love you, babe.” Warmth spread through him like sunshine in the morning. He had to stop grinning long enough to type a reply. “I love you back.”
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“Judge leaned back in the passenger seat of Michaels’ truck, content as could be. They’d stayed at the cabin an entire week, after Judge fully convinced Michaels’ Lieutenants that they needed the time together. They learned more of each other, physically, but especially emotionally. They were compatible on so many levels. Both men as simple as the days. Relationships were scary and took work, but Judge believed theirs would come easily. Why he’d had such negative thoughts in the beginning was a mystery to him. He knew Michaels loved him, really loved him. Nothing was guaranteed, life didn’t promise tomorrow. Michaels was a cop, he had a dangerous job, so Judge would have to learn to trust in his partner’s instincts and believe in him. Believe he knew what he was doing and he’d come home to him every night. They”
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“I’m gonna lose the parents then I’m gonna fuck that hot ass again in every room before we leave.” “Yeah,”
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“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”
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“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”
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“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”
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“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”
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“Fuck me. Austin.” Michaels grunted at the first couple inches of penetration. Judge hissed a satisfied, “Yes.” Michaels plunged in until his balls nestled against the soft fur on Judge’s ass. Michaels moaned low, his voice raw and rough. His pace didn’t match his dirty talk. The in and out tempo was slow and easy. Michaels used Judge’s thick shoulder to drive in deeper each time. He angled to the right, his dick had already mapped out Judge’s erogenous zones, and Michaels hit one every time. “Goddamnit,” Judge rumbled, beneath him. “I love you.” Michaels sighed over the moist skin at the base of Judge’s neck. “Do I feel good, babe?” Michaels whispered, his lips moving against Judge’s temple, his tongue licking out to claim the beads of sweat that slid across his brow. “Austin,”
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“Judge moaned and rose up to his knees in answer. Michaels gripped the base of his dick. “Oh my god. Look at you.” Michaels put his tongue deep inside Judge’s cavern, stabbing it in and out without mercy. Judge’s sensual moans spurred him on, had him overwhelmed with wanting him. Michaels quickly spread some lube down his length. Holding on to Judge’s shoulder with one hand, he parted one fuzzy cheek with the other and slid his lubed cock up and down that dark crevice. Driving both of them mad. “Fuck me. Austin.” Michaels”
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“It took every ounce of will power Michaels had to not come while Judge fucked him like a madman. Took him to heaven and back again. It was sweet torture, but now he’d have his revenge. He wanted his turn at Judge’s ass with his bare cock. Needed to breed that fine hairy ass, relish the power of owning it. Michaels was drunk with control. He slapped Judge’s ass and the big man rumbled a sexy laugh into the damp sheets. Michaels growled, parting Judge’s ass, opening him up. He spat on the tight star and delved down to steal a few licks. “Dark pretty fuckin’ hole,” he murmured, to himself. “This ass is mine. Only I get it. I will take this ass any time I want it and any way I want it. And I want it right fuckin’ now.” Judge”
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“Oh fuck yeah. My power top.”
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“Fuuuck. Mark that hole, babe.” Michaels was pushing his ass up into Judge but there wasn’t another inch available, every part of him that could fit was inside Michaels already. His sexy partner moaned while Judge rode out the last shivers of his orgasm. Judge fell to the side, arms thrown over his head, his heart beating so fast he thought he’d pass out. Michaels chuckled next to him. Leaned over and kissed, laughed, swam in the moment. Michaels buried his nose in Judge’s armpit, inhaled him a while before he licked around the fury patch in the center, slicking down the fine hairs with his spit. Judge held Michaels’ head in place, moaning the more Michaels bathed him. “Feels good,” Judge whispered. It was absolutely the most erotic thing in the world. Judge’s eyes opened back up and he saw right before he felt that Michaels was still hard as stone. “You didn’t come.” “Nope,” Michaels said, pushing until Judge was on his stomach. Oh”
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“Judge’s back was hunched over while he dug in as deep as he could. Sweat poured off him, the night air doing nothing to cool the inferno burning inside him. Michaels clenched tight around him and Judge thought he was coming, but he was caught off guard; his spirited bottom was yanking his orgasm from him. Set him a few degrees past burning. Judge buried as deep as he could, his cock throbbed angrily, and his balls drew up close to him. He threw his head back and roared as he came so far up inside Michaels’ body, making him his forever. “Fuuuck.”
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“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. ”
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“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”
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“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.”
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