Kickin It Jerry Novels & Stories

"What's with the panting, where you running a marathon or what?" "More like I was trying to get away from all my workmates before they decide to mob up and have me murdered." I replied with a frown and Erik burst out laughing. "Oh God! How very dramatic." He said as his wannabe Mafia driver hastily opened up the door for him and threw me a hard stare as if I even wanted to be there in the first place. Seriously, I felt like I needed to let these people know that I had no desire whatsoever to be anywhere near Mr Graham. But then something told me that, they probably wouldn't understand that point even if I were to stand on top of some podium and shout that out through the biggest mega phone e

I was going to become a gem all on my own. Just then, Queenie suddenly yanked the strap of my shoulder bag. The medical journal Mom left me fell straight to the ground, pages flying everywhere. Rage surged through me. I didn't know where the strength came from, but I raised my arm and slapped Queenie hard across the face. She stumbled backward and let out a dramatic cry. "Nigel! Save me!" Nigel's expression changed in an instant. He rushed to catch her in his arms and then turned around and kicked me in the stomach.

My voice cracked with tension. Clarke smirked and jabbed me in the ribs. “Sure you are, Jerry. You really need to get laid, bro." I froze. My díck twitched. Hard. Clarke noticed. His eyes dropped to my boxers. “Shít. Did you…?” “Don’t fúcking say it,” I said, laughing too hard, too nervous. “You started it.” He leaned in, eyes half-lidded. “So what’s the kinkiest thing you’ve done?”

Jerry moaned and his knee’s sagged slightly as he milked the rest of his cum onto her face. “Oh shit that was good!” he gasped, pushing the sticky head of his cock insistently against Brandi’s closed mouth, forcing her reluctant lips open and shoving his cock inside. “Oh God, that’s it, suck me clean!” he ordered her, pushing his cock in to the root between her full red lips. Brandi gagged slightly at his sudden oral invasion, but obediently started to suck on his cock, drinking the last drops of his semen, she was supposed to be his prison bitch after all. “Oh yeah, that’s it bitch,” murmured Jerry, leaning back on his heels and closing his eyes as Brandi slurped at his cock, cleaning his c

I began my warm ups half-assing my movements. "Pick it up, Stradmore," he yelled. "Kiss my ass, Jerry." He ignored me, so I pressed it. "You have another wannabe for me to partner up with today? The bitch you had yesterday is spilling her guts to the media. No telling what lies she's telling about your tennis darling." Jerry came closer. I backed up when he got in my face. Not because he scared me. Brack's training had me naturally staying out of Jerry's reach.

Naara is too cute to let go. "I left all those traces. So that anyone who sees it will know if you already have the owner," explains the man casually. "YOU ARE MINE!" says Aderaldo full of emphasis. Naara opens her mouth and her eyes turn round hearing all that. Indeed, the nickname JERK deserves to be pinned on the name Aderaldo. "FUCK! YOU'RE JERK!" curses Naara, annoyed as she goes into her room leaving Aderaldo who smiles proudly there.

I tried to stop him. Mustering all my strength, I pushed him away and shouted at the top of my voice, "Just leave me alone, Jerry! I've had enough of you already. I can't possibly live like this anymore." Jerry then did something I never thought he would do in public. He walked straight up to me and landed me a hot loud slap to my cheeks. The impact of the slap traveled across the lobby, sounding in everyone's ears. I held my cheeks and stared pathetically at him, tears filling my eyes.

Jerry looked at me and grinned “You up to join them in the circle?” “Anything you have for me mate.” I replied. Jerry grinned and said “I have just the thing for you.” Mudding was fun. It always was for me. I loved the rush of adrenaline when the other cars aimed for each other and I had to swerve to avoid being hit. But today I was aiming to get hit. Jerry took us to a garage where a couple of battered cars stood. One specific car caught my attention. It wasn’t a car per-se; it was a truck, with massive tyres and shiny exterior.

I also turned around when Jerry came out holding his neck and had scars on his forehead. "Hey!" he shouted while walking towards us. "Are you losing your mind, huh?! If you want to kill yourself, don't come here. You're a stupid woman!" he said while spitting me. "You..." said sir, as if his head immediately got hot when he saw jerry. the boy was slightly surprised to meet the teacher. later he was about to run but sir immediately followed him and swaddled him before punching him.

Instead, it lodged itself in the tree beside her, the bark splintering from the impact. “So, to break you, I need to hurt her. That sounds... interesting,” Jerry whispered into Grayson’s ear, his voice dripping with venom. “And I’ll gladly do that.” Grayson’s eyes flashed with fury, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “I’ll kill you if you lay a hand on her.” Jerry’s laughter grew louder, a twisted sound that filled the air. With a sharp, childish stomp of his foot, he kicked the ground, his frustration palpable. The sound echoed, almost like a petulant child throwing a tantrum.