Novel & Cerita Jock Locked High

She giggled. I pushed back the urge to suddenly cry. "Was he hurt last night?" I asked softly this time around. "Not in the way you are thinking, if we had not locked him up, believe me, it was not easy. Jet is an Alpha, we were no match for him, but he was also fighting against his beast, he would have come in here and lured using seduction. He would have seduced you into completing the mating bond but since you are not ready. and he does not want to hurt you, we decided it was agreeably for him to be locked up" She explained.

Once inside he come to a standstill just looking who was waiting for him. “You are a difficult man to track down boy.” John Warren looked at his son arms crossed over his chest. “You stole Jazz from me. I will make you pay for that, bastard.” Allan Black replied looking glass eyed, almost like he was on something. “Well now Jack you certainly know how to make an enemy for life. You just had to interfere with the most lucrative deal I had in place featuring Jazz Duncan.” Barry from London said sweetly. Jack looked at the final man, the man keeps flicking his knife. He recognizes him as the silent creep from the woods. The man said nothing just keeps looking at him.

My locker is three down from his as Thomas stands next to me, standing between Thatcher and me, and Hands stands next to Thomas. “This game was shocking. I have never seen anything like this,” Thatcher says as he walks past me after stripping his clothes and going to the shower. “Maybe you need to stop thinking about my wife and focus on the fucking game,” he says, and all my patience evaporates as I stand and look at him. “Fuck you, she’s not your wife,” I say and Thomas rests one hand on my shoulder trying to stop me as Thatcher gets in my face.

I felt how the small bundle of nerves was swelling by rubbing it with force, chasing the climax that was building between my legs. From the little I could see through the keyhole, Jack was suspended above the bed from arms and legs, his ass in a very uncomfortable position exposed to the mercy of his mates. Margo gripped Jack's hair, jerking his head backward while Ashley whipped him again in the ass. A set of smacks on slippery skin and moanings had me in trance.

Jax tried to ease my worries. Beside us, Sophie and Cage were locked in their own battle. Sophie had just knocked down seven pins, and Zharn was hyping her up like she’d won an Olympic medal. Jax stepped behind me, lowering his voice near my ear. "You need to relax your wrist. Your power is in your wrist, Scarlett." My name rolled smoothly off his tongue. I stiffened at his closeness. "I am relaxed." He chuckled. "Not with the amount of tension in your shoulders."

"Well, it's gotta have some threesome action, and I've got it in my room...let me go get it...it'll be perfect!" Sitting in the living room and watching gay p**n, the three of us were buzzed on liquid courage and horny as fuck. We sat in near silence for like ten minutes, watching this hung jock getting spit roasted in a locker room. He was moaning into a big alpha cock, and getting pounded in the ass by an equally big jock.