The Kinky One: The Escort Volume Two by N.O. One

Author:N.O. One [One, N.O.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-06-23T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

RIVER

Opening my bedroom door, I’m so fucking angry, I’m panting, my breaths coming short and heavy. Fuck Kai and all his bullshit. I love the man, but fuck me, he’s the most confusing asshole on the planet.

What was it Petal said? “He’s made his own bed…” So I’m going to make mine.

Nathaniel is sitting on the armchair in the corner of the room, and as I storm in, he looks up, forehead creasing in concern as his eyes lock with mine.

“River, wha—”

“No.”

The concern on his face quickly turns to one of amusement as he raises a singular sexy motherfucking eyebrow at me.

“No?” The corner of his eye creases as he gifts me a half-smile.

“Yes. No.” I punctuate my “no” by quickly unclipping my overalls, flinging the straps over my shoulders, and letting them fall to my ankles, leaving me in just my tight white T-shirt and panties. Crossing my arms over myself, I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. My bra is thin lace, so it’s pretty see-through and Nathaniel likely has a good view of my nipples—they’re standing to attention so hard, they’d be difficult to miss.

But he’s not looking at my nipples, or anywhere below my face. His eyes are boring into mine with nothing but volcanic heat behind them. Can’t say I hate it. It actually sends a thrill right through me, and I have to suppress a shiver trailing down my spine.

Slowly making my way over to him, I trail my hands up and down my front, between my breasts and around my nipples, before bringing a finger to my mouth and gently sucking on it. His pupils are dilated as he sits there, his hands splayed out on each arm rest, his legs slightly apart—enough room for me to nudge my own leg between them.

Bending down in front of him, my chest practically in his face, I take hold of his hand, and slide it up from my thigh, over my stomach, between my breasts and landing on my throat. His hold there, under my own hand, feels like he knows what he’s doing. There’s a correct way to hold someone by the throat, and the tension in his hand is that of a pro. The feeling makes my nipples pebble impossibly harder, and I’m sure my panties are soaked right now. Pulling at his hand, I single out his index finger and slide it into my mouth as I straddle him, one leg on either side of his thick thighs.

His rock-hard cock is straining against his pants, and his fingers still on the arm of the chair are clenched so tightly his knuckles are white. Swirling my tongue around the tip of his finger, I move my hips a little, just enough to feel him against me as I slowly bite down, testing his limits. Limits which, if the look in his eyes is anything to go by, he doesn’t appear to have.

Pulling his finger out of

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