Savage Bonds (The Bonds That Tie, #2)

by J. Bree

When we stop at a set of lights, he rubs his hands down my calves, holding the bike up with his legs alone, and I get another whole set of goosebumps because of his skin sliding against mine.

Do you think you can hold the Bond back if I eat you out on the back of my bike?”

“You make me proud to be your Bond. Even when you hate us, your backbone, endurance, and integrity is unmatched.”

I need his cum dripping down my legs and my scent replacing that fucking perfume on his sheets and I need it now.

“Such a greedy fucking pussy, taking me all the way down like a good girl. Tell me you’ll be good for me from now on, give me this pretty Bonded pussy whenever I want it. Let me fuck you raw whenever you need to be reminded of who you belong to, because this is mine. Your bond told me I belong to you. Well, baby, this is my fucking pussy to use and fill up whenever I want to as well. You want me, this is what you get.”

“She’s a Soul Render, asshole.