Kickin It Jerry Novels & Stories

Aren nodded confidently, his tone gentle as he said, "Absolutely. You're all experienced tech professionals. You're exactly what Jefferson Corp needs." "As long as you're willing, Jefferson Corp's doors are always open to you," Aren emphasized again, speaking earnestly. "That's amazing! Mr. Jefferson, we're in! We want to join Jefferson Corp!" Danny was the first to respond, jumping to his feet with excitement.

Uncle Jerry said, pushing Adam forward so we could get a better look at him. "Seriously Rage, I'm not that new, I've won a few matches," Adam said, a huge grin on his face. Rage was Uncle Jerry's fighter name, but I don't think it fits him because Uncle Jerry is usually as calm as a puppy, unless you offend him, his family or friends. "Kid, you're just getting started, a few wins don't mean shit, so get off your high horse," Jackson said with a strained smile, I could sense a little hostility between them, maybe I'll ask uncle Jerry what's up with them later.

The metallic bands around their foreheads hummed faintly, the only sound betraying the deathtrap concealed within. Jerry paced the room, his boots clanking against the concrete floor as he barked orders to his underlings. “Clip their tongues,” he snarled, his voice sharp and commanding. “Make sure they can’t bite down and die on their terms. These bastards don’t deserve an easy way out.” A sinister grin played on his lips as he turned back toward the men. Their battered faces showed defiance even in their broken state. Jerry liked it when they resisted—it made breaking them all the more satisfying.

The sheriff's car felt like a pressure cooker on the verge of blowing up. Fred and Jerry gazed at the microphone as if it were a live grenade. Tension permeated the air, and the weight of their unsaid anxieties increased with every second that went by. Jerry suddenly pushed the door open and jumped out. Furious, he snatched up the microphone, threw it on the gravel, and trampled relentlessly on it. The damage did little to calm the insanity roiling in his mind, but each strike sent bits flying.

"I never liked your brother Riley. I thought he needed to be taught a lesson." "What did you do?!" I screamed. Aaron lunged forward towards Jack like a madman. And there was the sound of two gunshots. Reflex. That's what I'd call it. One bullet had been shot from my gun, the other from Flint’s gun. Aaron's body hit the floor; he made some gurgling sounds. Flint's bullet was lodged into his neck making his death slow and painful. A puddle of blood began forming on the floor. I started to move towards Jack but he shook his head. "House zero-seven-four. Your brother's there."

Well, he might appear like a fucking flirt but Jerry is just a very straightforward person. “Thanks” I sighed and he leaned in and study me for a while. “Anyway, are you hurt anyway- “Right Tina” I turned abruptly to the back and saw Tina struggling to her feet. I reached for her and throw her arms over my neck helping her to her feet but Jerry suddenly lowered next to her and shove her into his arms in a bridal style earning a yelp from Tina since she wasn’t expecting it. “Help the Luna to the boat” He instructed one of his guys who almost did the same to him.

She was suddenly startled at the loud sound of his voice that the coffee she was holding almost fell and pour on her simple yellow dress. I have a name you jerk! she murmured to herself. "yes! coming!" she answered She was enjoying a little chit-chat time with Jake, Ace's male assistant and driver, her co-worker and a friend. He just nods his head signaling her to go upstairs. "Go on, baby boy needs you." He said smiling while teasing her in a low voice avoiding the maids to hear them talking about their boss in such manner. She rushed upstairs and knocked on the door before entering the room.

{Ace} “What the fuck, bro!” Jerry slaps my forearm and digs his crusty long fingers into my skin. He chokes, “Let…go!” I grip a chunk of his hair with my other hand. “Have you forgotten that I am your big bro? Respect me!” “I do!” he coughs. “That’s why I said I learned from the best.” “That was an insult! And you know it.” I tighten the headlock. Jerry grabs my right leg and pulls it in. My foot slips off the floor. We both fall to the side. He elbows me in the belly. Then sinks his teeth into my arm.

"You ignored me, huh? Let me show you what it means to be rude!” At those words, he gave Dicky a hard kick to the leg. Dicky clenched his teeth, but didn’t make a sound. "Oh! You have balls, don't you?" Jerry snorted. He turned to pick up the trash can nearby and shoved it down Dicky's head. Dicky had always been a clean freak, and the revolting odors inside the trash can almost left him vomiting. Jerry became even more smug at that, and laughed out loud when he saw Dicky's fair face now absolutely filthy after taking off the trash can. "Call me daddy! Promise you won't beat me in any other event, and I’ll let you go!"

"Oh yeah, she's good." Jerry admitted moaning as he rubbed his balls. He needed to cum soon. He felt like he was ready to explode. Ted could tell he was getting close, he wanted her to ride him, feel her cum all over his dick. "Ride me." he told her as he pulled his cock out of her pussy. Lying down he grabbed her and pulled her over on top of him, "that's it." he moaned as she sank down on his cock. Fuck, she was still as tight as when they had first met. Reaching for her tits, he grabbed them and pinched her nipples hard, he knew she loved a bit of pain. "That's it ride your Daddy." he said looking up at her. They did love to play rough at times but he knew he would never hurt her.