Contracted Girlfriend To My Hockey Mate
“You’ll cum when I say you can.”
I want to argue, but before I can, his lips crash into mine, silencing any complaints. The kiss is rough and possessive, and I melt into it, wrapping my arms around his neck like he’s my lifeline.
When he pulls back, his gaze locks onto mine, intense and unrelenting. He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch surprisingly gentle. “I’m going to mark you now. Can I?”
Wait, what? My brain stutters. Mark me? Like… for real? I didn’t expect this…didn’t think he’d want to make it official.