Don't Judge Quotes

“Michaels placed the sweetest, most delicate kisses against his jaw while he rubbed his body against him. “I want inside you so damn bad, babe. More than I’ve ever wanted anything.” Michaels emphasized his want with a firm thrust against Judge’s ass. Judge gasped and pushed back into it. Hopefully that was enough and Michaels would get the hint. ”
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“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. What was Michaels saying? Did he know what he was saying? He sounded almost drunk, his words muffled and slurred as those wonderful sentiments were spoken against his ass. Judge’s eyes rolled behind his closed lids as Michaels relaxed his hole in the best way. That tongue was long and thick but he needed more, he wanted more. For the first time in so very long his ass felt hollow and empty, needing so badly to be filled. A fierce shudder racked his body when Michaels buried in as deep as he could, Judge unconsciously pushed his ass back, seeking out at least one more inch. Michaels slapped his damp ass and squeezed it aggressively, rumbling while he ate the hell out of him. Judge was trying hard not to ride that gorgeous face, but it was difficult. A blunt thumb probed at his ass and pushed in right along with Michaels’ tongue and Judge knew he was about to blow. “Ugh. I’ma’ come. Fuck! I’m ‘bout to come!” Michaels pulled back and gripped Judge’s balls at the same time he clamped his fingers around his cock, fending off his orgasm. Judge shook again as his brain caught up and his orgasm receded back into hiding, waiting to be forced out again. Michaels”
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“Judge thought Michaels was done, satisfied; but he was so wrong. That skillful tongue zeroed right back in on his hole, spearing and stabbing at it until it gave in and allowed him full access. Michaels spit, growled, bit, licked at his lower half like his body held sustenance. “Man you taste so fuckin’ good. You taste so rich and powerful, you taste like you’re mine.” Oh”
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“Judge’s eyes slid closed. Michaels was the beautiful one. So beautiful for doing this to him, making him feel so desired. His cock was grabbed from between his legs and pulled back, right into Michaels’ hungry mouth. He sucked hard on his thick head while rubbing his hole with the pad of his thumb. Judge’s balls were drawing up, his stomach clenched tight and his eyes squeezed shut, preparing for the climax of his life. He didn’t know if Michaels sensed it or not but the base of his dick was squeezed tightly and Michaels’ mouth popped off. His orgasm had been simmering so close to the surface.”
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“Feels good, babe. Do you like it?” Michaels moaned, enjoying his kiss. Not seeming too concerned with Judge replying. Judge couldn’t have answered anyway. His mind was all fucked up. He hadn’t had anyone taste him there in…. “Jesus!” Judge grunted when he felt that hot, slick tongue flick his hole. His leg trembled and he wanted to stop it but he could only focus on one body part right now, and at the moment he was trying to keep his dick from exploding. Michaels spread him wider and used his entire tongue, not just the tip, and dragged it slowly up his seam, pressing harder when he got to the tightly wrinkled skin around his hole, continuing all the way up. “So fuckin’ dark and beautiful,” Michaels murmured against him. Judge’s”
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“Michaels ran the flat of his tongue over the back of Judge’s balls, stopping right before he got to his hole. “Yessss. Let me hear you. I could look at your fine ass all night, Judge, but I’m making myself crazy with want. Damn, I fuckin’ want you bad, man.” Michaels’ hands were roughly kneading and rubbing Judge’s ass cheeks. “I’m gonna slick all this sexy hair down with my spit.” Michaels moaned and licked Judge again before he took a mouthful of his flesh and sucked on it hard enough to leave a mark. Judge’s cock was so hard he could’ve drilled a hole through the counter. Michaels really was turned on by him, by his ass… by his hair. Judge released the air that had built up in his lungs and tried to relax. Michaels did exactly what he said he was going to do. Judge’s cock jerked and leaked precome down the cabinet every time he felt Michaels’ warm spit hit his ass. “Fuck,” he hissed. “Feels”
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“Judge clenched his fist as he waited for Michaels to make his move. Right now all he was doing was kneeling behind him and staring. It felt weird. On display. He wasn’t a buff, blond hunk with product controlling his immaculate hair or perfectly arched eyebrows. Judge was just a man. Did Michaels not like what he saw? Was his ass too much of an ugly, hairy thing? Had he changed his mind and was trying to think of a way to back… “Ohhhh gaaawd.” Michaels”
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“Judge really underestimated how fucking smart the damn detective was. He had set his own self up, falling for Michaels’ charm, his intoxicating eyes and seductive smile as he let himself get swindled in a deal. But Judge never ever went back on his word. Now he was bent over a counter, legs spread and ass open. Judge”
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“Michaels pushed against the center of Judge’s back, urging him to bend forward as he dropped to his knees pulling the towel off that round ass. “W-what are you doing?” Judge stuttered. “Getting my kiss.” “Wait a minute. Not… not there,” Judge argued, still not pulling away. “Are you going back on your word, Judge?” Michaels tsked again. “That’s not like you.” “I never go back on my word. I will kiss you.” “Unh unh unh. I said I wanted to kiss you. I said you didn’t even have to kiss me back remember?” Michaels ran his tongue over the silky black hairs on Judge’s ass. “I’m gonna kiss you right here until I’m as satisfied as you were with your dinner.” Judge snarled, “You sneaky bastard.” Michaels smiled and feasted his eyes on his dessert.”
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“Michaels dropped his fork when Judge stepped out of the bathroom. Goddamn. He tracked Judge’s every movement. He still wore nothing but that dang-blasted towel, all that slick black chest hair on full display. Michaels’ mouth watered and it had nothing to do with the perfectly cooked steak he’d been eating. Judge got his plate and a bottle of water out of the fridge and came to sit down across from Michaels, completely unaware of his inner agony. “Wow. This looks really good. I’ll gladly suffer later if this tastes half as good as it looks,” Judge said, cutting a big chunk of his steak. Michaels frowned. “Suffer. What do you mean?” “I usually don’t eat late. Especially a big meal. It sits on my stomach like lead and I feel so sluggish in the morning.” Judge shrugged. “Side-effect of being old.” Michaels scoffed. “You’re not old, Judge. What are you… thirty-five, thirty-seven?”
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“Judge was clipping the stray ends of his beard when there was light tapping at the door, then it was cracked open. Judge stopped and looked into Michaels’ radiant blue eyes. “The food is ready,” he said. Judge turned back to the mirror. “I’ll be out in a second.” “Okay,” Michaels said, not moving. He met Judge’s gaze in the mirror, making him slightly self-conscious. “What?” Judge asked regretfully, thinking Michaels would say something fucked up like “You should cut off your beard; it might make you look younger.” “I was just watching.” He turned to leave, but stopped and looked back at him in the mirror. “Don’t trim too much; I like it thick with a little length on it. And don’t you dare touch those grays.” Judge was slack-mouthed as Michaels closed the door and left him to finish grooming. More warmth spread through Judge’s core, but doubt was quick on its heels. Could he really like Judge’s beard and his sprinkled in grays? It made no sense. Especially with Michaels being so young. Judge rinsed off his scissors and threw them back into his bag. He was sick of second-guessing himself all of a sudden. That wasn’t like him. Judge was who he was, take it, or leave it. He couldn’t care less what the hotshot dick thought… he desperately tried to convince himself.”
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“Seeing Michaels treat his dog like that was the equivalent of watching how a new love interest interacted with your kids. He was amazing with Bookem and it was obvious Book liked him right back. It pulled at Judge’s heart. Food wasn’t the quickest way to his heart, although it helped, but Bookem was. Most men feared him and didn’t want him anywhere around. Judge would simply fuck them quickly and send them on their way. Michaels was not the norm. He was partner material. Judge turned on the taps and grimaced at his next thought. Michaels was going to make some man very happy one day. Judge”
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“He wasn’t partner material though, in the work or life sense. He was old and set in his grouchy ways. Michaels might play with him while they were on the road, get his itch scratched—and Judge would enjoy it immensely—but when the gorgeous young stud got back to his real life and a fresh, young blond stallion walked by with a trim body, perfectly groomed hair with not a strand of gray in it, Judge would be yesterday’s trash. Judge coughed, startled by the annoyance he felt at that assumption. It”
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“Michaels went upstairs to start cooking while Judge walked and catered to his dog. It felt oddly domestic. He smiled without even realizing it. Maybe he did like the idea of settling down, just had to have the right guy put those thoughts there. Judge chewed on his cane.”
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“What did you call in?” “I just let Syn know we were on the run and if they had anything to hold Riggs on, now would be the time. I’m pretty sure those assholes had a shitload of unregistered weapons on them. If God could discretely send a few units over to catch ‘em, that should get them out of our way.” So damn smart. There’s no way he’d meet the same fate as Brett. Maybe Pop was right.”
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“Judge watched him drop down into the shallow bank and he followed without question. It’d be impossible to see them there and their assailants wouldn’t think they’d gone that way. Michaels led them to a small opening under the bridge and stood between two large stone posts that held the bridge’s support. Judge came and squeezed in behind him, the small gap in the posts barely giving them enough room. Judge stood behind Michaels, his chest right up against his back. There was no other way they could both fit. Michael still had his phone to his ear and his gun up and ready to fire as he snuck quick glances around the pillar. It was brilliant. If the thugs did see them double back and come down the bank they couldn’t get to them without Michaels taking out each one as they approached. With them behind the large concrete columns it would be impossible to fire and hit them. He almost wanted to lean in and kiss the man’s sweaty neck for thinking fast. Judge”
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“Judge watched as five guys jumped out the disabled vehicle and headed in their direction. “Fuck,” Judge bit out. Michaels stood his ground, eyeing the men like he was looking forward to taking them all on. The wild detective reached in his back pocket and with the other hand simultaneously pressed the button on the side of the handgrip, releasing the clip out of his nine like he was Will Smith in Bad Boys, efficiently replacing it with a full one and cocking the chamber. Crazy bastard.”
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“In a flash, he was on his feet, running towards Michaels. But the hotshot cop had fired three perfect shots, strategically hitting both rear tires and taking out the back window. A sniper. The truck swerved in the street and hit the guardrail hard. Judge”
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“Judge rolled the thought over in his mind. Something sounded off about this deal, but he couldn’t pinpoint what it was through his euphoric delirium. The thought of Michaels’ mouth on him. Holy hell. Could he kiss those stunningly soft-looking lips and not lose his mind… or worse… his heart? Before he could think better of it, he replied with a simple, “Okay.” His voice was surprisingly shaky. “Okay?” Michaels’ smile was radiant and slightly devious. “Now?” Judge asked, his heart beating wildly at the idea. His ego swelling that Michaels would make a deal like that with him. Was kissing him really that important to the hot detective? “Not now.” Michaels ducked under Judge’s big arm. “Later.” “Here,”
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“Haven’t seen the Navigator yet,” Michaels said, standing next to the window. “Fine. They’re probably parked on the other side,” Judge suggested from directly behind Michaels. He didn’t have to stand that close and there were other windows, but he was drawn to Michaels’ flame like a moth. “I’m starving,” Michaels said, out of the blue. “Me, too.” “We’ll”
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“Michaels writhed and twisted underneath Judge’s weight. He let him soothe him a few more moments before he unclenched his ass and breathed in deep. This time Judge didn’t ram his way back in, he took his time and eased back through his channel, and Michaels felt every ridge and vein in his cock. “Is that better?” Judged breathed. “Was that too much dick for you before?” Oh, man. The terms of endearment, the sweet nasty talk. What was going on? It felt intimate as hell. Loving, even. Judge’s pace was slow and sensual. They were connected all over, so close he could feel Judge’s powerful heartbeat. “S’good, s’good,” Judge murmured in his ear. One big arm around his chest, his thumb tenderly stroking Michaels’ nipple. “Yeah, babe. It’s good.” Michaels turned and whispered against Judge’s cheek. Loving the way he turned into the touch, just a little. It wasn’t a kiss but they were getting closer and closer. Neither one of them said anymore. Only moans and whimpers could be heard as they gave each other what they both needed. Judge sensed that Michaels’ body wasn’t wanting fast and punishing. He needed relaxing and reassuring, and that’s exactly what Judge gave him. Until the sun came up and reminded them they were there to do a job and split… not fall in love.”
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“Michaels felt his walls being lusciously scraped when Judge withdrew all those inches. Knowing Judge was about to power-drive back in, Michaels’ clamped up. His legs shook and sweat broke out all over him as he all but refused Judge entry. “You’re still fighting me sweetheart,” Judge whispered. His big hands were all over him, rubbing him, caressing him… relaxing him. Judge rocked his cock back and forth, only pushing in the couple inches that Michaels let him. “I’m coming in Michaels, so open up. You need this… trust me.” Michaels”
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“He heard Judge spit against his ass one more time and then he was pressing inside him, those stout hips unrelenting. He drove forward slowly, still mindful of his size, but pushed in non-stop. “Holy fuck,” Michaels gasped. He couldn’t even yell. He was too full. Was it like this earlier? Damn. Maybe he’d been so wired and worried about proving himself that he’d not been completely conscious of Judge’s size… but he was now. Judge came down over him, pressing that hard, hairy chest against his smooth back. His mouth was pressed against Michaels’ ear, that thick tongue flicking out and driving him crazy. Judge’s gravelly voice was straight out of a porno film. “Mmm. Take it, Michaels. I know you can. Take all of it.” Judge stilled and gripped Michaels’ hips in those huge hands and pulled him back onto the last few inches of his dick. Michaels arched, moaning in pleasure and anguish. “Ahhh, yes. Tight fuckin’ hole.” Judge didn’t give Michaels time to adjust, he pulled out to the tip and pounded back in, swift and solid. “Fuck!” Michaels”
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“Michaels’ thoughts spiraled out of control. Judge was everything he’d wanted in a man… in a partner. His big, hairy, kinky ass. Damnit. He’d only have him for a short time; he tried to not think about the inevitable yet. He went down on his forearms, his face pressed into Judge’s pillow, breathing in his strong, masculine scent. His ass poised and ready for the taking. Judge thighs were pressed against the backs of his. Those wiry hairs tickling against his own. He shamelessly rubbed his ass along Judge’s shaft, the spit and lube running hotly down his crease. Judge gripped Michaels’ hip and nudged his aching hole first, warning him he was coming in. He was patient and let Judge go at his pace, and he was glad he did; it was the right thing. He”
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“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 he was. 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”
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“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 forced up off the bed by 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 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, reaching lower. Judge gasped when Michaels pushed two fingers inside himself. The”
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“Judge.” A whimper. Damn, that sounded sexy as shit. Judge slurped and sucked until Michaels had a steady chant going that consisted of several curse words, a threat, a promise and of course: Judge’s name. Judge’s eyes had been closed, enjoying the act just as much as the recipient, when he felt a light caress start at the top of his brow and traveled soothingly down his temple to the corner of his mouth. With his lips stretched wide, he looked up Michaels’ rippled torso and saw that he was watching him intently. His mouth was parted slightly, his lips pinker than usual, as if he’d been biting on them. Those gun-toting, calloused fingers danced around on his beard before the touch became more aggressive. Michaels was touching him just the way he loved to be touched. Stroking and digging his blunt nails into his beard. Those gorgeous, keen eyes looked at Judge like he’d hung the moon tonight just for him. Judge had to watch, couldn’t tear his eyes away as he kept sucking and pulling on that wide shaft. Damn if Michaels was lying because he sure as shit tasted delicious.”
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“Michaels was already shimmying out of his briefs and sweats. His full cock springing free and slapping his abdomen. Judge took it in his hand and jerked it a few times, listening to Michaels curse and arch up into his fist. So damn sexy. Judge licked all around the shaft; light, teasing strokes with the tip of his tongue that weren’t nearly enough satisfaction for his impetuous detective. When Michaels put his hand on his head, silently begging for more, he himself didn’t have the power to keep resisting. He opened his mouth wide enough to take in the swollen head, hollowing his cheeks and sucking him hard. “Yes,” Michaels groaned, his head turning to the side, burrowing into the plush pillow. He was inhaling deeply. Is he smelling where I slept? That had Judge turning up the enthusiasm. He went down halfway, his fist closed tightly around the bottom half as he sucked and jerked in tandem, every few seconds going down as far as he could, his nose just brushing those prickly pubes. “Judge.”
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“Sexy fucker. Judge wanted to refuse, but he would only be cheating himself. He wanted that hard, heavy shaft ramming down his throat more than anything right then. Spreading his mouth wide to take it all down his throat while he gagged on the length. Oh my god. Judge wanted Michaels to come down his throat. Shit. Judge’s own cock pulsed behind his jeans, loving every word and image he’d just thought. Michaels”
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“Michaels pushed up into Judge’s groin, seeking out his harness. “It’s a little after four,” he rasped. Judge gave Michaels what he sought. Both of them moaning at the sensation of their erections grinding together. He needed to get up and take watch. Michaels gripped his waist and pulled on him harder. What the hell, they had a little time. No one was doing anything at four in the morning. Judge leaned in and went for Michaels’ neck with his mouth, still not able to kiss those luscious lips. He licked across that lump in the center of his throat with the flat of his tongue, tasting the cleanness. “You taste so good,” he moaned, pushing his erection into the hard thigh he was straddling. “Then take a real taste,” Michaels dared. Did Michaels really want to kiss him? Judge was seriously considering it. He hadn’t kissed anyone in years; maybe he wasn’t even good at it anymore. He braced himself on his forearms, hovering over Michaels’ face, his lips so close. Michaels grinned at him and brought a hand up to press down on his shoulder. Pressing and pressing until Judge finally got the hint. “A real taste.” Michaels smirked. Asshole. He wasn’t talking about a kiss at all. He wanted Judge’s mouth further down. Judge quirked his eyebrow at the ballsy request. “Suck it, Judge. It’ll taste good. I promise you.” Michaels flirted, tucking one arm behind his head while the other grazed back and forth over his own nipples. Sexy”
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