Making Their Vows Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Erotic, Insta-Love, Kink, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
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“Yes!” I scream, my nails embedding in his shoulders, my core beginning to pulse once again with renewed lust. Need. A buildup of hunger. “More. M-more.”

North’s mouth ticks up with a darkly satisfied smile and he pushes my knees up and out, creating more room for his big body to press down into mine, his weight pinning me, his lower body starting to move in a fast pattern. Scooping and riding, powering into me in hard succession, testing me, watching my face, finding out what makes me tense up and gasp. What makes me squirm. What rolls my eyes back in my head.

“Ahh shit, Gracie. You’re wrecking me. You’re fucking me up so bad. So tight and hot, baby. Can’t believe you’re mine.”

“I’m yours. Yours.”

And then he finds this spot. Oh God, it makes me whine and thrash my head side to side on the leather cushion. Whatever way his hips are angled brings the length of his shaft purring along my clit, continuing deep where it butts up against the spot. The spot. I claw at him and bite down on my lip and he remains right there, in that perfect position, but he ups the tempo until I can’t—I can’t stand it. The pressure culminating inside of me is too great. I slap at his shoulders and face, but he only growls and fucks me harder. Harder and faster.

“Go on. Slap me. Bite me. Scream the fucking walls down. You just better come on this fat dick afterwards.” His jaw bunches up tight enough to snap, his head falling forward, that fighter’s body continuing to work, work, work. “Go on, girl. Wet me up. Make me drip. I’m starved for it. My baby’s come. Need it all over me.”

I can’t last another second after that. Not with him growling those words at me. Those filthy words that I’ll never be able to live without again. They make me feel coveted and objectified and filthy and feminine. I love them. I hate them. They tear my body in two directions before colliding those halves back together in a velvet explosion and I wrap my legs tight around North’s bucking hips, whimpering brokenly into his kiss, my body jolting and spasming beneath him, the anchor of his weight the only thing keeping me on this earth.

“North.” I hiccup, my loins pulsing and releasing. “Daddy.”

A shudder passes through him at my whine of his title. “Ahhh, Gracie. You might be an uptown girl, but you don’t come like a lady, huh? Nah, you grind for it, don’t you? Been hiding this kinky, wet, horny little cunt under your skirt until I could come and find it? Satisfy it?” North sits back into a kneel, bringing me upright, leaving me impaled on his impossible large erection, squirming on it, trying to find relief from the pressure but there is none. My thighs are restless on either side of his hips. I’m full and aching and wonderfully miserable all over again. How long can this go on for? I’m a shaking, dewy mess and all I can do is chant his name in disbelief. In worship. “What did I tell you on the phone? I’m a what?”

“A workhorse,” I sob, immediately knowing what he refers to. That word has been living in my head since he said it, just waiting to be brought out into the open.

“That’s right, beauty.” He starts to bounce me on his lap. Fast. Our flesh slapping together hurriedly, wetly. “What do you do with a horse?”

“Ride it,” I pant.

“Good girl. Do it.” He slaps my backside with an open palm, the cracking sound exciting a part of me I never knew existed. It’s deep down and it’s wild. It’s all for North. “Ride your workhorse, Gracie. Ride until you come again. We don’t stop until you’re limp.”

“I can’t. I can’t.”

“Yes, you can,” he grunts, gripping my butt and riding me up and back on his kneeling thighs, filling me to capacity over and over again. “Where did I touch last time that made you feel good? Which parts of your pussy?”

“Deep inside,” I manage, sweat rolling down my spine, our sexes meeting loudly. Slapping together crudely, beautifully. “Deep.”

“Fuck yes, I got deep. I’ll get it deep on the fucking regular. That’s what I do for you now,” he rasps, his eyes starting to glaze, muscles tensing and holding. “Where else, Gracie? Where else felt so good and made you come, baby?”

“M-my clit.”

“Good girl. Rub it on Daddy. We can get you there again.” He lurches forward and gnashes his teeth against my ear. “I’m going to take such good care of you. Going to provide and fuck and fight and torch my sanity for you. Give you so much pleasure, you can’t walk straight. Tell me you need that.”



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