Whirlwind by Bailey Bradford (reading the story of the .txt) 📕

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Dorso fisted one hand in Adal’s hair and grabbed his ass with the other. Adal squeaked in surprise. Fear reignited in him, tangling with a need to strong he could hardly think.

Dorso squeezed his butt and gave Adal’s hair a tug. Adal slithered on top of Dorso and parted his legs, framing the outer sides of Dorso’s thighs. The position aligned their cocks exquisitely and Adal’s heartbeat ratcheted up even higher as he thrust.

Dorso pushed his tongue in deeper then scraped his teeth over Adal’s lower lip. At the same time, he pushed his fingers into the seam of Adal’s ass, pressing against his hole.

Adal’s orgasm rocketed throughout his body without warning. He’d never felt anything like it, going so hot he expected to combust as rapturous pleasure washed up from his groin. Adal gasped and rutted, mindless with bliss, chasing more and more of his release.

He didn’t even care when he was rolled, when Dorso caught up one of his legs and began thrusting, driving his rigid dick over Adal’s groin. He did manage to open his eyes, because he needed to see his mate. Dorso looked absolutely fierce, teeth bared as his lips thinned, sweat coating his skin, tendons standing out in his neck as he humped against Adal.

Adal could only hold on, gripping Dorso’s forearms and moaning as his own climax dragged out longer than he’d ever experienced before.

Dorso grunted with every thrust. His hips snapped harder, and it was almost painful for Adal, yet he craved each drive, each grinding shove. He got a hand down to Dorso’s hip and held on there, curling his fingers into a bruising grip.

It spurred Dorso on. Adal was pushed up the bed by the next thrust, then Dorso bore down on him, hissing and cursing as wet heat spread between their groins.

Adal’s cock hadn’t gone soft at all. Couldn’t, not when Dorso was coming apart because of him. No one had ever been interested in him, had ever looked at him with lust. Adal’s world, in the past twenty-four hours, had truly been tipped on its axis.

And Dorso’s had, too, though he didn’t know it yet.

“Fuck,” Dorso muttered brokenly as he jerked above Adal. “What…the…fuck…” he got out between gasps. “What just happened? I don’t even know you. Fuck.” Dorso rolled off him. “My head.”

Adal’s pleasure vanished as if he’d been tossed into frigid waters. He didn’t know who or what he was more afraid of, Dorso, the conversation they were going to have, being a disappointment to his mate—everything was so uncertain.

It was something he should have been used to, as Adal had never known if he’d be allowed to live from one day to the next, and yet this fear was different, worse. If his mate rejected him, Adal didn’t know what he’d do.

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About the Author

 

 

A native Texan, Bailey spends her days spinning stories around in her head, which has contributed to more than one incident of tripping over her own feet. Evenings are reserved for pounding away at the keyboard, as are early morning hours. Sleep? Doesn’t happen much. Writing is too much fun, and there are too many characters bouncing about, tapping on Bailey’s brain demanding to be let out.

Caffeine and chocolate are permanent fixtures in Bailey’s office and are never far from hand at any given time. Removing either of those necessities from Bailey’s presence can result in what is known as A Very, Very Scary Bailey and is not advised under any circumstances.

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