Upright Jerker Novels & Stories

The emergency arm jerked lifting the ruined platform upward toward the rooftop. Toward Harrison. Toward the final confrontation. Got it.

He raised an eyebrow, walked over to his desk, and leaned against it, watching me like I was the most amusing thing he’d seen all day. “First of all its Mr Salvatore and are you saying you find the terms unreasonable?” “I’m saying I find them insane!” I said, breathing hard. “You want an assistant or a barista-slash-emotional support dog?!” Julian took another calm sip of his drink. “You forgot ‘efficient.’” I blinked at him. Once. Twice. “Are you being serious right now” He smiled, slow and maddening. “Just making sure you’re as ‘competent’ as your file claims.”

The next thing I know, I saw that JERK's face in front of me. He's wearing a white shirt which is fitted to his body. He's also wearing a black cap, and he only have his phone placed above the table. When I look at his face, the usual, no emotion can be read at all. He is handsome, that's a given. He has a tanned skin, a mid-messy hair, a clean face, no visible pores or any pimple marks or what, and he has a very good looking nose. But, no matter how handsome he might be, the fact that he made me waited for a long time is a big deal to me.

He goes to throw the ball, then BOOM! Jeremy has a hypnic jerk and wakes up scared, grabbing his elbow and knee, sweating profusely, and deep breathing. Jeremy starts waking up while realizing that he just had a nightmare about the hit that ended his career, and that has never happened before to him. He gets in the shower to rinse off the sweat; while he's in the shower, Jeremy tries to figure out why he had the nightmare of the hit. It's been over three years since it happened, and now the nightmare that seemed like it just happened. Jeremy cooks a classic English breakfast without the blood pudding, along with an Irish coffee. He sat down and ate his breakfast, checking emails and reviewin

Jake was the last to leave, promising to stay nearby, embracing me tightly, and pledging to intervene if Jerick lost control again. Jerick ran his hand through his hair and gazed at the sky, his eyes closed. He muttered a few curses before turning to me. "Just the thought of what might happen once you enter that room sickens me and makes me lose control," Jerick confessed, his voice filled with despair. "Let's face it, Jerick. We're not in a position to make demands or oppose them," I replied, attempting to rationalize our situation.

What a jerk. To be continued…

he asked conversationally, as if they were discussing the weather. Jerica said nothing. She kept her chin up even though she was trembling. Her heart pounded a defiant rhythm in her chest. He twirled the mallet, watched her for a long moment, then brought it down on her hand. CRACK. Two of her fingers shattered. Jerica swallowed her scream, the sound raw and guttural. But still, she didn’t speak and she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

with her shaking legs, keeping her head down, and when she uplifts her head, his jerky angry face makes her forget her name. “G-g-good morning, sir,” she somehow manages to say, but he just keeps looking at her. Her palm is sweating just by seeing his face. “Huh, what a lucky day, Judy!” She keeps cursing herself under her teeth. “I-I-I’m sorry, sir, I thought it was someone—” “Shut up!” He shouts at her, making her flinch. “What did you say? Harvard Jerk!” “I think I have to lie; enough of my good girl attitude; life always sucks if it’s about me.” “I’m sorry, sir, it was just a slip of the tongue; I wanted to say Harvard Jer- sorry, Harvard sir, but it became jerk; it was not intentional.

she asked directly. "Well... I see." Kairav stood up from his chair and plopped down on the sofa, next to Camilla. "I almost cracked my head open." Camilla flashed a big smile. "You did a great job, Darling," she praised encouragingly. She took the initiative to gently massage the man's shoulder. Kairav let his shoulders be massaged. He just needed to release this stress. "Juju, I think your speech was too short," Camilla opined.

He pulls my hand from my pussy and grabs each of my thighs in a strong palm as he dives in. My back arches off the bed when he licks all the way from my opening to my clit. The intensity of the act beats and ripples inside me, and I attempt to escape, even temporarily. I’m not ready for what he does next. Jeremy physically jerks me upward so that my back is bent and I’m half hanging in the air as he eats me out. The position is awkward at best, and I slam my palms on the headboard and the wall to get some semblance of balance.