Don't Judge Quotes

“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”
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“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”
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“His heart wept with joy on the inside and his throat dislodged the lump that had been there for days, just long enough for him to whisper back, “I love you too, Judge. I do.” Judge”
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“I love you Austin, and I’m not gonna stop begging until you tell me you love me too.” Michaels”
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“Can I speak to you?” “I’m going to make myself some dinner. I’m starved. You can talk. Can’t guarantee I’ll listen, though.” Michaels saw the hurt on Judge’s face. Good. Let him swim in rejection for a while. Let the tides of broken hearts rise and drown him, too. Michaels wanted Judge to feel the hurt he’d felt a million times over. His head swirling with wanting to do right and wanting revenge. He”
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“Judge spoke in a pained whisper. “I fucked up, Duke. I tossed him aside like he meant nothing. Now he wouldn’t take me back if I begged.” “You sure?” Duke exhaled a cloud of smoke. “Have you even tried?” Judge steepled his hands in front of him and listened to what Duke had to say.”
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“It’s not you. It’s me. Well, not me. It’s someone... I just can’t do this with you.” Judge sounded like an idiot. “Since when?” Duke frowned. Since I fell in love and was too stupid to notice before I threw it away. “Judge.” Duke walked up to him, pulling his fist from out of his hair. “There’s someone else.” Judge didn’t answer. Duke took his silence for what it was. He looked hurt at first, then he looked surprised. He backed up from him and sat back in his own chair. “This guy must be amazing.”
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“But Judge’s lonesomeness was no longer comforting; it was horrific and painful. Judge”
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“Michaels’ voice caught in his throat, and Day squeezed him harder. “I promise you, Austin. Judge will be back.” After”
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“I’m so sorry, Austin. I know it hurts,” Day whispered in his ear. “But trust me this once, if you never trust me for anything else. That man will be back.” Michaels”
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“You fell in love with him, didn’t you?” Day asked quietly, moving closer. Michaels”
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“What’s the point? Modern medicine can’t cure a broken heart.”
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“He was still breathing heavily when Judge went to flip him over onto his stomach. Michaels was ready for that big cock but not in this position. Not this time. He put up his forearm, stopping Judge from maneuvering him. “What’s wrong?” Judge’s voice was so rough and sexy where he was, skirting the edge of overwhelming need. Michaels”
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“Judge sucked harder, starting a fast rhythm. Michaels couldn’t help but close his eyes and pant through the exhilaration. As soon as Judge slipped his thick digit deep inside him, Michaels yelled out his bliss, not caring who could hear him. “Judge! Fuck!” That finger shoved in as deep as he could get it and Michaels’ come exploded up his shaft, shooting onto his chest. Judge growled, rubbing Michaels’ seed into his skin. Aggressively massaging the pearly liquid into his strained pecs. He”
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“Judge lapped at the thick, flushed head, digging for any trace of Michaels’ fluid. “I can’t help it. You taste so good.” Judge cupped his hands under Michaels’ ass and used it to push his dick deep down his throat. Michaels arched his back. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”
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“Yes, show me, Judge. Take it all.” Judge had almost all of him in his mouth and Michaels thrust up, feeding Judge the last couple inches. He reached down and ran his fingertips around the base of his dick, feeling Judge’s mouth stretched so wide around him. “Holy shit.” Judge pulled off again and took in a gulp of breath. “Fuck, you’re big.” “Keep”
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“The right side of his face was sore, the left side tender with beard burn. Regardless that smiling made his face ache; he couldn’t stop it when he thought about his and Judge’s kiss. That mind-consuming-all-encompassing-soul-searching kiss. And did Judge say that Michaels was his?”
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“You wanna be mine?” Judge paused and sucked hard on Michaels tongue, then spoke into his hot mouth. “Then you’ll do what I say.” Michaels”
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“You wanna be my lover, Austin?” Judge whispered, tracing his tongue around the shell of Michaels’ ear. “Yes. Fuck, yes,” Michaels whispered and moaned at the same time. Judge”
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“I’m so fucked,” Judge groaned, letting the hot water beat on his deliciously tender ass. His cock was already plumping again as he remembered the way Michaels had taken him. The way he talked dirty to him, with a sexy confidence Judge hadn’t gotten from his other quick fucks. Michaels honed in on exactly where and how to fill him up. Tapped into Judge’s needs, fulfilling every one of them and some he didn’t know were there. This”
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“He’d bottomed, that’s what had happened. Michaels had made him feel things he hadn’t felt in years. Fucked him until he barely knew where he was and why he was there. So, not only was the hotshot detective a wild, slutty, take it like a champ bottom, he also knew how to drive that fat cock of his. Rode him like a champion lover. Then, after Judge had come hard enough to tear the sheets with his bare hands, Michaels had chased his own orgasm with the ferocity of a lion, using Judge’s asshole as the net. And when he did come… hard and deep inside… “Ahhhh fuuck.” Judge squeezed the base of his sensitive cock “I’m”
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“A power top! My detective is a fuckin’ make your toes curl, pound your ass into wreckage power top! Judge”
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“Michaels heard his name whispered so tenderly from Judge’s mouth. It was as if he was in some kind of euphoric trance. That carnal sound threw him over the edge faster than he could ready himself to fall. Buried balls deep, he ground his pelvis against Judge’s furry ass and jerked spastically; plastered against him as come shot from him, filling the tip of the condom. He purred and moaned Judge’s name while he rode it out. Milking every drop. With his arm still around Judge’s chest, Michaels held him close to him; trying to level out his breathing, but lingering shudders hit him as his cock deflated inside Judge’s warm channel. Michaels kissed the back of Judge’s neck. I’m ruined. He”
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“Judge’s arms was stretched out the entire width of the bed, as if his body were being offered up for sacrifice. His fists clenched the sides of the mattress as his orgasm burst out of hiding, barreling to the surface. His body locked up tight, every muscle flexed and taut. Judge grimaced and groaned at the intense pleasure. “Fuck. I feel you, Judge. Come with me, come with me,” Michaels crooned. Rubbing Judge everywhere he could reach. “Your body is so gorgeous.” “Austin,” Judge whispered shakily, when lightning shot through his balls and the first jet of come made him jerk hard enough to almost knock Michaels off him. Heat spread beneath him, soaking through the sheets and probably into the mattress. He shook violently with each release, his orgasm riding him as hard as Michaels was. “Fuck.”
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“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”
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“Uhn huh. You want it… ask for it. Tell me how you want me to fuck you, Judge and I promise I’ll blow your mind,” Michaels said, so sensually. Judge clawed at Michaels’ hip, pushing his ass into him. He wasn’t used to this. Asking to be fucked into unconsciousness. He was usually the aggressor; he didn’t trust those one-offs to fuck him, no way. Why did he have to talk? Just pound already. Judge shook with pent-up need, his ass clenching tight with anticipation. “Mmm,” Michaels moaned. “It’s alright. I can feel you, babe. I hear your body talking.” Judge might not be much of a dirty talker, but Michaels was damn pro. Judge’s cock leaked heavily, trapped beneath him; which was a good thing because if he touched it, this erotic rhumba would be over. Michaels slid both his arms underneath Judge’s armpits and hooked his shoulders for leverage. “You ready?” Judge”
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“Come out, babe. Let me see you.” Michaels cupped Judge’s cheek and turned his face to the side and leaned in and licked his parted lips. “That’s better. Taste so good… everywhere.” Michaels rubbed his own stubble against Judge’s beard and pulled out halfway, only to slam back in. His pace was smooth and steady, enough to drive Judge insane. Still biting his tongue, he reached back with one hand and gripped one side of Michaels’ hips, urging him to move faster. But it had the reverse effect. Michaels practically stopped. “Uhn”
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“Judge’s body burned as Michaels pressed inside of him. His cock was so goddamn hard, like a pipe drilling into him. Judge was so wet and slick down there, the glide was effortless. After the head was in, Judge gasped as Michaels drove in until his pelvis was snug against his ass. “Ohhhh, my god. Ahhhh, you’re fuckin’ bottomless, babe,” Michaels moaned against him. Judge could feel that lithe chest beating rapidly against his back. Michaels swallowed breaths gusting over his damp skin, raising chill bumps all over him.  Judge smothered his face into the pillow, not wanting Michaels to see the expressions he was making. They couldn’t have looked sexy. He could feel the deep frown in his forehead; his eyes now open wide in shock, his mouth a firm line to keep from screaming out, “Fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked before.” “Judge. Don’t hide from me.” Michaels pressed in deep and rotated his hips, and Judge clenched the sheets, his back arching up. “Oh god.” It was said too low for Michaels to hear. “Come”
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“Michaels lay back over him, massaging his back, his shoulders, kissing across the tense blades, his mouth lingering and warm. “You are so sexy, Judge. Everything about you calls to me.” Michaels lined his cock up as he spoke soothingly into Judge’s ear. “From the time I saw you walk into my department, I wanted to claim you.” Judge’s”
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“Look at you. Opening right up for me,” Michaels said, softly, his fingers twisting and burying as deep as he could. He could feel Michaels’ other fingers pressing against his flesh while the two inside him probed for depth. When Michaels picked up speed, his fingers jabbing in and out of him, Judge grunted and fisted the sheets. As soon as those fingers were gone, Judge felt an unbelievable void. He pumped his hips against the soft sheets, needing the friction, anything to take his mind off of feeling empty inside. He”
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