Jack Kickin It Novels & Stories

"Mmmmm It's.... It's.... Ohhh Fuck! It's... Hold it right there, Jack. Don't move it. It's making me cum already! Stop! Turn them off. I want to switch them. The egg vibrates too much or I'm too sensitive or something. Quick, Jack. Switch them around."

London says. I frown. She knows I don't like it already, the fuck game is she playing right now? "If your dick ass man don't want you to come have some fun, well, you can leave him, baby, we are more fun anyway. And for three men to do you good? I bet you wouldn't see that coming," Jack says and his two goons sends laughing emojis to come with it. There is no reply from London and as I stand from the booth, walking towards the club.

Jack hailed loudly as he got up from where he sat down. “And with his lady." Another of them teased "Damn it? Wasn't she the prom queen you posted on your grams?" Alias poked at me. “Come on, guys. Get off with it.” I snapped the very moment I got close to them. But then, Jack wouldn't give up yet. He chuckled as he pulled me in for a warm hug, then he looked at Alicia. “Welcome to the family.” He said as he poured a shot of tequila and handed it over to Alicia.

Jack taunted seemingly unfazed by Jordan's injury. Jordan suddenly let out a breathless laugh that sounded a bit like a cough and then just as quickly kicked a foot out sweeping Jack's legs out from underneath him landing him flat on his back, the air in his lungs flew out with an audible hiss, especially when Jordan pounced on him and pinned him down. "Old age huh? I'm what a whole nine months older than you?" Jordan taunted back. "Ten," Jack gasped out. I gave a little giggle catching their attention and unfortunately distracting Jordan enough that Jack was able to toss Jordan off him and over his head where he landed with a thud on the ground next to him. They both laid still for a moment

I regain my composure and manage to say something that I was surprised it came out as strong as it did. “Your right mom, you are a miracle worker, and I know you can fix anything with your eyes closed and one hand tied behind your back.” Jackie looks shocked to not get any sort of rise out of me, all she manages to do is huff out a breath turn on her heels and stomp out of the store.

Jake said throwing a chair onto the wall, it came crashing onto the ground. Fatima had tears streaming down her cheeks "oh my God she is going to kill him" I stood up "No we won't let that happen, I promise!" I said, reassuring her, and all of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. My legs immediately gave out, but Jake was faster. "I have got you, my Queen," he said, carrying me, but the pain was too much. I felt as if something was trying to rip my stomach open...

Jack's men are already in place in front of him to safeguard him. "Don't just stand there! Bring those punks down! I want to see what that fart can do without them and his walkie-talkie that I've just destroyed!" He issues a cold order! "Yes, master!" In voices like roaring thunders, they answer and charge at Jacob's guards. "Come on, boys, don't just stand there! Immediately help my namesake's boxers so the fight is easy!" Jack Ville doesn't delay and also issues a cold order!

And this time, it ended faster than she expected. As they walked on the sidewalk, looking for a taxi, a man slapped Jade's butt. He had an evil smirk on his face as he eyed Jade lustfully. Placing his hand on her hair, he brazenly asked her to name her price. Shawn wanted to fight him but Jade told him not to. She simply brushed off his hand and walked away.

We burst into laughter again before something came to my mind. "Holy fuck! I don't think they just come together to cook, I think they also come together to—" "Twerk?" Chelsea completed. She was sitting beside me. I quickly gave her a high-five like we always did when we spoke each other's minds. "So, the men get together to also learn how to twerk," Brianna said with wide eyes, "that'll explain why Jacky twerked my sanity away on our last date." "Picture this," I made my hands into a camera, "seven heavily built men; half bouncers, half wrestlers in one room, shaking their hot hard bootys…" I trailed off as I pictured the scene.

I told her. She stared at me, speechless, lips trembling, mouth gaping. "That's a giant ass rock," she finally spat out, making me chuckle. I took her shaking hand, trying to still her as she bounced up and down on the same spot. When I finally got her to stand still, I looked her in the eye, steeled my nerves and said, “Jack’s going to stand in for me. Kumicho. Ill Padrino. Whatever the fuck they need to call him. He'll be Chance Winston. He’s already agreed. No one outside the inner circle will know it’s not me. Meanwhile, you and I will go back to our normal lives. What do you say?"