Copyright 2014
Bailey Bradford
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Axel knew what sheer terror was. It was having a child bang on the bedroom door while his brother drove you into a mind-shattering orgasm. He wanted to crawl under the bed and hide. Maybe that would be the best thing to do, considering he still had his dick hanging out. “Cover up,” West mumbled, wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand. “Hang on, Case!” West shouted at the door. He looked at Axel. “I know it’s him. He always tries to beat...
Published on December 08, 2014 21:35