Page 26 of Bond

Taking a deep breath, I look into my love’s bright eyes. She is smiling at me as I continue, “You know how important this is to me, so I’d like to ask you again here amongst my family if you would do me the honour of agreeing to be my Old Lady, not because you need to, but because you want to.”

Rochelle smiles as she throws herself into my arms. “Of course,” she answers, pressing a kiss to my lips. “I’d be honoured.”

“Thank fuck,” I whisper hoarsely, deepening our kiss to the hoots and hollers of my brothers, making us laugh.

Removing my arms from around Rochelle, I open the box that held her cut and take it out, holding it up for her to slip over her shoulders. As it settles over her shoulders, something in mesettles as I read the property patch on her back, seeing my name on her. Rochelle turns around, her face beaming with a smile as she runs her hand over her name patch on the front.

“Thank you,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around me. “You’re welcome, baby,” I reply, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head before we are inundated with well wishes from everyone. It was only when I heard the faint whistling, cheering, and shouts coming from the laptop Skinny set up earlier that I remembered we’d arranged to do a video call. Looking around for Blaze, I take Daisy from him before tugging Rochelle over to the video to introduce her to the UK chapter.

“Congratulations, Bond,” Reaper smiles, pulling Abby closer to him. His sharp gaze moved to Rochelle, softening slightly as he welcomed her, “Welcome to the family, Rochelle. You’ve got one of the good ones.”

“Thank you,” she responds, “and I know. I’ve had bad, so trust me, I know a good man when I see one.”

Reaper doesn’t say anything else; he just nods his acknowledgment as he looks at Daisy, “And this must be Daisy. Fuck me, brother, she’s tiny.”

“She is,” I agree. “But she’s a fighter.”

From behind Abby and Reaper, a soft voice came over, “Orange,” Ellie pushed her way between her parents. Even at the age of twenty, she still has that slight innocent ethereal quality about her that she’s always had. She smiles at us, her blue eyes sparkling. “Your colours are orange. It’s beautiful. And you’re right, Uncle Bond, Daisy is a fighter,” her eyes flick towards Rochelle, “and so is her mama.”

Ellie chews on her lip as she hesitates; I hate that she’d been made to feel that she had to hide who she was, but I also understood. People are dickheads. Ellie cants her head to theside slightly as she looks at Rochelle, “It’s going to be okay. Trust in the Crows and their allies.”

Rochelle doesn’t say anything at first, then she smiles slightly. Reaching out a hand, she touched a finger to the screen. Ellie mimics her on the other side. “You’re very special, Ellie. I do trust the Crows.”

Ellie beams at Rochelle. “Good, I can’t wait to meet you in person. Congratulations, Uncle Bond, you’ve found the one.” She blows a kiss at us. “Love to you all,” then disappears again.

Reaper and Abby chatted for a bit longer before they were pushed out of the way for the next couple. It was a good evening of celebration and bonding until we called it a night.

I do one more round of the cottage to ensure it’s all locked and secure before I make my way back to our bedroom. Rochelle was just about to hang her cut up on the hook by the door when I stopped her. Taking it from her, I tell her, “Take your clothes off, baby, and put your cut back on. I want to fuck you while you’re wearing it.”

Her eyes widen at my words and her cheeks flush slightly. “Mmh, you like that idea,” I rumble, my lips just touching her ear. Rochelle shivers slightly, so I continue, “You like the idea of me fucking you while wearing my name?”

“I do,” Rochelle answers, “I like knowing that I belong to you.”

‘Fuck me, she needs to strip and do it now,’I thought as my cock hardened when she admitted that she liked belonging to me. I’d never been the possessive type, but with Rochelle, I found I was.

Stepping back slightly, I huskily order, “Strip, Rochelle,” licking my lips as she hurried to comply. When she was standing completely naked, waiting for me, I helped her into her cut. “Hands on the end of the bed, arse in the air. I want to see what’smine,” I instruct as I kicked off my shoes and socks and stripped off my own cut, hanging it on the hook by our bedroom door before removing the rest of my clothes as Rochelle did what I asked. Holding back a groan of need, I gripped my cock hard as I looked at her luscious arse thrust out as if waiting for me.

Dropping to my knees behind her, I run my hands up the back of her calves then her thighs, nudging them further apart so that I can get to what is mine. Rochelle whimpered low in her throat as I spread her open; seeing her glistening wet pussy has my mouth watering and I can’t wait to taste her.

Tapping her thighs, “Open for me, baby.”

She opened her thighs wider for me, and I wasted no time in burying my face in her waiting pussy. Holding tight onto her thighs to stop her moving, I licked her from top to bottom and didn’t stop until she was begging me to come. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I held on tight as she bucked against me, riding my face as she comes. I didn’t wait; standing, I shoved my cock into her still rippling pussy, eyes rolling to the back of my head as I gritted my teeth and tried not to come.

Rochelle lay panting, arms spread out in front of her as she grasped at the bedspread, my name on her cut filling me with possessiveness and the need to mark her with my cum.

“One more time, baby,” I tell her. She shakes her head slightly, “I don’t think I can.”

“Oh, you can,” I assure her as I snap my hips forward, before drawing back and planting myself deep. Reaching around, I find her clit and flick it gently; I’m instantly rewarded by Rochelle thrusting back against me, so I do it again until she’s riding my hand and my cock at the same time. Bracing my legs, I stand firm. “That’s it, baby, use my cock,” I croon just as she comes, sobbing again.

Wrapping my hand around her leg, I lift it until it is resting on the bed, and then I power into her, thrusting hard. The only sound in the room is our skin slapping, Rochelle’s whimpers, and my moan as I feel that familiar tingle just as Rochelle’s pussy ripples around my cock. “Fuck,” I snarl as we both come, my back bowing as I throw my head back and bury myself as deep as I can in her soft folds. We come hard; knees weak, I lean forward, panting slightly as I wrap my arms around her and press soft kisses to her leather-covered shoulders.

“Holy fuck, Bond. I think you broke me,” Rochelle chuckles. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before. If that’s what you call fucking, then we need to do that again.”

Laughing softly, I groan as my cock softens and slips out of her warm body. Pressing one last kiss to her back, I bend and pick up my shirt, wiping at our joined cum that is running down her legs. Once she is clean enough, I pull her up and into my arms, resting my lips against the damp curls of her temple.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Nope,” she shakes her head before yawning. “I’m feeling all sorts of good right now,” she assures me tiredly.

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