Page 71 of Here Comes the Judge

Moments later, he had her in the grass. She looked up at the rolling clouds, the sky blue, gray, and white. He shoved her panties aside to expose her flower. She moaned when he stroked his tongue against her core. Gripped her hips, he made a meal of her, lapping at her juices. The sounds of their lovemaking echoed all around them. She came quietly, a hushed roller coaster of building orgasms—back arched, blurred vision as he kept on until he’d swallowed her final drop.

He sat up and rocked back on his knees. His dick bobbed up and down, calling to her. He took a fistful of her hair while she enveloped his nature in an oral embrace. The slurping and sucking turned her on and giving this man head made her impossibly wetter. She reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy while he growled, delivering shallow jabs. His hips compressed each time he thrust his rock-hard cock into her mouth.

“You better stop before it’s too late,” he warned with a weak smile, pulling slowly out of her mouth. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, swallowing his precum. “Come here.”

Soon, he had her back on her feet. He picked her up, making her squeal, and positioned himself just so, her legs wrapped around his waist. “Lock your ankles around me, baby.”

She did as told.

“Mmmm!” Biting into his lower lip, he entered her with a swift blow.

“Ahhh… Jude…”

He held onto the globes of her ass as they kissed and groaned and fell apart against one another. Jockeying her up and down his thick shaft, she looked into his eyes and fell in love harder than she’d ever dreamed possible. His propelling dick spread her open as he made love to her with reckless abandon.

“I gotcha now, baby. Soon, you’re gonna walk down that there aisle in a pretty dress, to get married to a son of a bitch like me.” She laughed at his words. “You’ve made me so happy this morning, Iris.”

“You made me happy, too, Jude. I ain’t think I was going to get married again, but you definitely changed my mind. I love you so much.” Her chest swelled with warmth as the emotions threatened to take her down.

“I can’t wait to call you my wife, pretty lady. Folks used to joke about me not being the marryin’ type, but I definitely am. I finally met the right lady. I can’t imagine a better job than being your husband, and the father of your children.” He grunted as he moved faster and harder inside of her, his thrusts deep and all-consuming. “I can’t wait to put a baby in you, too.”

She held on tight, her cries driving the birds away as she climaxed. She shook in his grip, breathless, damn near boneless as she turned to putty against him. She loved the warmth of his strong, hard body against hers, and the harsh, choppy way he was breathing as he neared his release. Gripping his face, she started to orgasm again.

The wind brushed against the trees and the birds chirped, the perfect soundtrack as the warm rush of seed filled her core. Loud grunts emitted from him as he closed his eyes and kept the pace of fast thrusts until he was finally at his destination.

He throbbed between her spasming walls; her sugary nectar flowed from her as they wrapped their bodies around each other. He held onto her like his life depended upon it, and she held on to him as if he alone were in charge of her next breath.

She begrudgingly pulled away; the warmth of his embrace replaced with a cool breeze that made her nipples stand on end. Back in the truck, they cleaned up with wet wipes and put their clothes back on. He turned on the stereo, and Chris Kasper’s, ‘A Letter to You’ was playing at that moment. Meanwhile, she checked her cellphone for any missed calls or text messages, debating whether or not to tell the whole damn world she was now engaged.

She decided to send Aunt Blue a text, and call Mama later. She couldn’t hold it in.

Jude kept his eyes on the rocky path as she reached for his hand, and squeezed it. When they arrived at a clearing, she noticed people strolling by a variety of moms and pops shops, smelled the distinct aroma of pancakes and the sound of music drifting out of several establishments. He slowed down and parked once again, then helped her out of the truck. Perhaps he wanted to walk around? Do a bit of shopping? He told her to stay put while he walked up to some man dressed in red and white stripes resembling a candy cane. The guy sported a beard so plush, like Santa’s, it looked like a few birds could be happy nesting in it. The two conversed for a while. The man nodded and smiled at some things Jude said, showing his missing teeth, then finally sauntered off.

“Jude, what are you doing?”

Jude held up his finger, signaling for her to wait a moment.

Soon the old man returned, driving a two-horse carriage aglow in white and pink soft lights. One beautiful horse was dark brown, the other white, with a long, silky mane.I see what he did here… Gettin’ horses that look like us. He thinks he’s funny.On the side was a sash that read, ‘She Said Yes.’Oh my God… HE PLANNED THIS!

“Come on girl! Take this ride with me!” Jude laughed and grabbed her in his arms as she turned into a puddle again. The old man handed her a tissue after Jude got her settled in the seat beside him, under the big, pretty canopy. A tray sat on the side laden with two hot cocoas, mini marshmallows floating at the top in a heart shape. A small silver pillow read, ‘Future Mrs.’

“You’ve gone and thought of everything! I think I’ve cried more today than even the day I was born, Jude! Oh, my goodness!”

“Tears of joy is okay with me.” He leaned close, placing his lips briefly on her cheek.

Strangers walked around them, enjoying themselves, chatting, buying fruit and nuts from a few stands. The old man turned on some music. ‘Willow,’ by Taylor Swift, was the first song to play. And there she was, crying again. And, being kissed and held by her man.

“I know you expect some sort of reward for all of this romance. I guess you want me to make you some biscuits and gravy tonight?” She laughed.

“I imagine so.” He leaned close, placing his lips briefly on her cheek. “I’m sure I’m up for some biscuits and gravy. I want some more of you know what, too. Soon as we get back home, I’d like to take a bite out of you.”

She playfully jabbed him with her elbow as he leaned in for a kiss.

“Ask Eli, I make the best damn biscuits in town.”

“I’ll be the judge.” They both burst out laughing, then sealed their joy with yet another kiss…

Jude snuffed hiscigarette while the beats of ‘Shaved Buckley,’ by Connan Mockasin, traveled to him at full volume from a nearby bar. It was an odd song, yet catchy at the same time. Leaning against his Ferrari, he crossed his arms and looked across the street at one of his properties, cellphone to his ear.

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