All Chapters of Hockey Boyfriend For Pay: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I usually like to drag out my orgasms, take my time with them, play with the edge until I'm practically begging for it, but I don't do that this time. There's no patience in me right now, no teasing, no strategy.My body is screaming for release, loud and urgent and impossible to ignore, so I continue bouncing up and down on Bram's cock, taking all of it, chasing that peak like I need it to survive, my eyes starting to roll back very soon as everything begins to blur into pure sensation."Fuck, fuck, fuck," he moans, lifting both of his hands to my tits like he needs something to hold onto, something to ground him while I completely wreck him, "Don't stop, baby, don't—I'm about to come.""Yes, come," I encourage without hesitation, my voice breathy and desperate, my pussy clamping up his dick as if my body already knows what's about to happen before I even say it. I'm clearly about to come as well, every nerve ending lighting up at once, "I want you to give me your cum. Fill me up.""

The last time I went running was… never. So, unsurprisingly, Bram’s brilliant idea to take me running backfires on him almost immediately. He takes me to a really cute park with tree-lined paths, soft morning light, people who look like they actually enjoy physical activity. There’s even a couple walking a dog that looks happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life. I should’ve known I was in trouble. We get to a clear spot, and Bram immediately slips into Coach Mode, which is both impressive and annoying. Turns out, I don’t enjoy coaching. “Stretch first,” he says, already loosening up like this is second nature to him. “Alright,” I copy what he’s doing, expecting it to be fast. But it’s not going fast, “For how long?” “Five minutes.” “Five—Bram, that’s basically a workout already.” He just gives me a look. The kind that says you’re embarrassing yourself without actually saying it. So I stretch. Poorly. And I have to be this way, but I complain the entire time. Bram just ig

The twins join us at the kitchen and help me snap out of the need to kiss Sia, which was really helpful. And after they’re done giving me shit we all stay in the kitchen while Charlie cooks, making casual conversation.We’re halfway through dinner when Charlie asks about PT again, so I decide to share my good news. “Uhm, it went perfect. So perfect that my physio cleared me,” I murmur, setting my fork down, “That means I’m recovered enough to go back to training and get evaluated by the Seagull’s medical team. I’m most likely getting cleared to play again.”Annie’s head snaps toward me and her face lights up in excitement for me.“Really?” she says, eyes wide. “That’s so cool.”Charlie pauses mid-cut, then looks up at me, more serious now. “That’s good.”“It is,” I nod. Then I take a breath to continue with the awkward part of it, “So, I want to take this moment to thank you for the opportunity you gave me. Giving me a job… with way more pay than necessary, that helped me a lot. So,

{ Anastasia } He just said I love you. I lower my phone and just stare ahead with lost eyes. Love you, bye. Love you, bye. Love you, bye. "Are you okay?" Lara asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. "You kind of turned off for a second." I blink a few times and try my hardest to come back to life after what just happened. I smile at my old friend and nod. "Yeah, he just... yeah, whatever," I murmur, shaking my head and lifting my hands to grab my hair and pull it up in a bun because now I'm overheating. I'm going through a lot, "So, uh, how have you been?" Lara was one of my closest friends. I met her during orientation at university and we were basically inseparable until I got with Isaac and he started telling me bullshit about her. About how she was a sleazy girl for going out every weekend, how she was so slutty and he didn't want me hanging out with girls like that, because then that would mean I was a slut too. I take a deep breath, regretting him all over again. "Noth

"Hi, Mom,” Bram says into the phone, rolling his eyes at me. I simply scoff a laugh and turn around to start washing my hair as he talks to her, "Yeah, I know. I know, I'm sorry, it's been—I know, mom, don’t make me feel worse.”The call lasts about twelve minutes, which seems to be the minimum required time for Bram's mother to feel she has been properly heard. By the end of it, I’m already wrapped in my bathrobe and sitting on the edge of the bed, moisturizing my legs as Bram walks out of the bathroom. "She wants me to come see her tonight," Bram announces. It sounds like a question, though, like he’s waiting for me to tell him what to do, “She feels abandoned, apparently.”"Then go see her," I say immediately, “You have abandoned her a little. You should go take her out and then just stay the night.”He pouts. "Do you think you’ll survive the night without me?”"I could survive two nights… maybe even three,” I joke, “I’m all seriousness, you should go see her right now. I’ll be