Ye Jun
I tried to climb off. Immediately. He just locked his arms around my waist and held me there, rocking me slowly against his thigh so my dick dragged against his skin, hot friction that made my eyes roll back for a second before I caught myself. "Training for what, your personal cock warmer?" I snapped, voice shaking. "Let me go, you tattooed jailer. I'm not your damn lap dog."
"Personal everything," he said, voice dropping lower, almost serious for once. "You're mine now. Mouth, ass, attitude, all of it. Every stupid comeback. Every time you pretend you hate me. Mine."
