Jerry's Passion: Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 6) by Chiah Wilder Page B
Authors: Chiah Wilder
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“Is that how you want it?” He pretended to be perturbed then grabbed her and tickled her stomach and sides, triggering a bout of laughter as she tried to wriggle away from his grasp. She collapsed on the ground, her eyes watery, knees bent. Then he smothered her laughs with his mouth, running his hands over her full breasts. He unzipped his jeans and placed her hand on his throbbing dick. “Hold it hard,” he murmured against her lips.
Kylie curled her fingers around his hardness tentatively then squeezed it gently. “I like it hard, baby,” he whispered in her ear.
“Won’t it hurt?”
He chuckled and hugged her. “Nah. You ever touch a cock?”
“In high school a few times. Having a dad who is president of an outlaw MC doesn’t get a girl many dates, you know?”
“What about in college?”
“No. I haven’t been that interested in anyone here.”
He was panting, his dick aching for relief. “Have you ever given a blowjob?”
“A few times.”
“Wrap your lips around my cock.”
“I don’t know if I’ll do it right.”
“I’ll tell you what I need. Right now, I need my cock in your mouth.”
Kylie opened her mouth and he put his dick inside, and she closed her lips around it. He held her head between his hands and told her to grab the base of his hardness real tight while she moved her mouth and tongue up and down. With his instructions and her willingness to comply, he came hard in her mouth. When she swallowed his seed, a weird sensation ran through him but he quickly pushed it down, not liking where it was taking him.
Stuffing his dick back into his jeans, he watched her as she discreetly took out a tissue and wiped her mouth. “That was great, babe.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think I did it right. I’ve only done it a few times.”
“The way I feel and the shit you just swallowed tells you that you did great.” Red streaked her cheeks, and he thought she looked too cute. “Next time, it’ll be better. I like that you aren’t a pro at it.” Why am I talking about ‘next time?’ I gotta end this, but she’s too—fuck! No buts. I gotta finish this. “You wanna eat something?”
“Yes. I’m starving.”
“Let’s get back to town. You pick the restaurant.”
Kylie picked up the blanket and folded it neatly then placed it in his saddle bag. Hopping on behind him, she wrapped her arms tight around his waist, her head against his shoulder. He’d never had a woman on his bike, but Kylie was the exception. She’d always be the exception for everything in his life. Turning the bike around, they took off toward Crested Peak.
At the Grizzly Saloon, Jerry watched as she scarfed down the rest of the fries they’d ordered. She was more animated than usual, and a small pang of guilt pricked him. He was responsible for her laughter and sparkling eyes, and he’d also be the one to turn her laughs to sobs and her sparkle to tears. He never denied he was a bastard, but he was sorry he had to hurt her.
“Am I talking too much?”
He shook his head. He liked hearing her voice, the way she grew excited when she told him about the things she did at school with her friends. For being raised by a hardcore outlaw biker, Jerry was surprised how sweet and innocent Kylie was. She wasn’t even rough around the edges. He never knew her mom, Grace, but he supposed it must have been due to her influence and the fact that Banger went out of his way to shield her from the darkness of the MC outlaw world.
Kylie stopped talking in mid-sentence, her eyes narrowing as she stared over his shoulder. He looked behind him and saw a guy of medium height, brown hair down to his neck, and very intense eyes approaching their table. “Who’s that?” he asked.
Before she could reply, the man was at their table. Jerry thought the guy seemed nervous, with all his fidgeting—hands at his side, hands on the table, hands back at his side. It was annoying the hell out of
“Is that how you want it?” He pretended to be perturbed then grabbed her and tickled her stomach and sides, triggering a bout of laughter as she tried to wriggle away from his grasp. She collapsed on the ground, her eyes watery, knees bent. Then he smothered her laughs with his mouth, running his hands over her full breasts. He unzipped his jeans and placed her hand on his throbbing dick. “Hold it hard,” he murmured against her lips.
Kylie curled her fingers around his hardness tentatively then squeezed it gently. “I like it hard, baby,” he whispered in her ear.
“Won’t it hurt?”
He chuckled and hugged her. “Nah. You ever touch a cock?”
“In high school a few times. Having a dad who is president of an outlaw MC doesn’t get a girl many dates, you know?”
“What about in college?”
“No. I haven’t been that interested in anyone here.”
He was panting, his dick aching for relief. “Have you ever given a blowjob?”
“A few times.”
“Wrap your lips around my cock.”
“I don’t know if I’ll do it right.”
“I’ll tell you what I need. Right now, I need my cock in your mouth.”
Kylie opened her mouth and he put his dick inside, and she closed her lips around it. He held her head between his hands and told her to grab the base of his hardness real tight while she moved her mouth and tongue up and down. With his instructions and her willingness to comply, he came hard in her mouth. When she swallowed his seed, a weird sensation ran through him but he quickly pushed it down, not liking where it was taking him.
Stuffing his dick back into his jeans, he watched her as she discreetly took out a tissue and wiped her mouth. “That was great, babe.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think I did it right. I’ve only done it a few times.”
“The way I feel and the shit you just swallowed tells you that you did great.” Red streaked her cheeks, and he thought she looked too cute. “Next time, it’ll be better. I like that you aren’t a pro at it.” Why am I talking about ‘next time?’ I gotta end this, but she’s too—fuck! No buts. I gotta finish this. “You wanna eat something?”
“Yes. I’m starving.”
“Let’s get back to town. You pick the restaurant.”
Kylie picked up the blanket and folded it neatly then placed it in his saddle bag. Hopping on behind him, she wrapped her arms tight around his waist, her head against his shoulder. He’d never had a woman on his bike, but Kylie was the exception. She’d always be the exception for everything in his life. Turning the bike around, they took off toward Crested Peak.
At the Grizzly Saloon, Jerry watched as she scarfed down the rest of the fries they’d ordered. She was more animated than usual, and a small pang of guilt pricked him. He was responsible for her laughter and sparkling eyes, and he’d also be the one to turn her laughs to sobs and her sparkle to tears. He never denied he was a bastard, but he was sorry he had to hurt her.
“Am I talking too much?”
He shook his head. He liked hearing her voice, the way she grew excited when she told him about the things she did at school with her friends. For being raised by a hardcore outlaw biker, Jerry was surprised how sweet and innocent Kylie was. She wasn’t even rough around the edges. He never knew her mom, Grace, but he supposed it must have been due to her influence and the fact that Banger went out of his way to shield her from the darkness of the MC outlaw world.
Kylie stopped talking in mid-sentence, her eyes narrowing as she stared over his shoulder. He looked behind him and saw a guy of medium height, brown hair down to his neck, and very intense eyes approaching their table. “Who’s that?” he asked.
Before she could reply, the man was at their table. Jerry thought the guy seemed nervous, with all his fidgeting—hands at his side, hands on the table, hands back at his side. It was annoying the hell out of
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