Free Midnight Desires by Kris Norris

MIDNIGHT DESIRES
    by Kris Norris
     
     
     
    Sometimes losing your clothes at the stroke of twelve is a wish come true.
     
    Duncan couldn’t have predicted the night would turn from a mundane trip to the country bar, into a hot offer from a stunning lady. After making all the right moves, he follows his temptress back to her home, hoping she doesn’t suddenly change her mind. But when the door opens, and her sexy silhouette ghosts into view, he prays that tonight, his midnight desires will come true.
     
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    “Oh yeah, baby. That feels so good.”
     
    Duncan stood beside the bed, naked except for the beads of sweat flushing his skin and the Stetson tilted off to one side. His muscles were strung tight, his thighs shaking, as his date slipped her warm lips around the smooth flesh of his cock, drawing it deep into her mouth. She had a way of relaxing her muscles and taking most of his length down her throat, before sliding back, licking his sensitive flesh as she retreated, keeping only his crown trapped in her velvet heat. It felt amazing.
     
    “You like that, cowboy?” she asked, her soft, honeyed voice swirling in the air around him like a fine mist.
     
    He answered with a low growl, knowing the sound aroused her. He could smell her heat, see the moisture collecting along the soft curls covering her pussy. She knelt in front of him, her short blonde hair bobbing back and forth around her face as she moved along the length of his shaft. But she kept her knees wide, giving him more than a full view of her sex as she sucked his cock.
     
    His head fell back on a moan as she took him deep again. He’d known the moment he’d spotted her at the bar—her golden hair framing her face, her lips a decadent shade of red—that she would be his prey. He’d saddled up beside her, absently bumping her arm as she’d reached for her drink, spilling most of it across the polished oak surface. He’d aplogised and convinced her to allow him to buy her a new one. Then he’d plunked down on the seat next to her, watching those ruby lips caress the edge of the glass, wishing they were caressing his skin instead.
     
    She was beautiful. Not in a picture-perfect model sense, but in a real-world kind of way that promised compassion and thrills all in the same breath. Her eyes were a delicate shade of blue, her skin porcelan white, and he could just make out the hint of freckles beneath a light dusting of make-up. She’d painted her fingernails the same daring shade of red, and he’d instantly pictured them wrapped around the deep bronze in his skin. A shiver had tingled down his spine, and he’d promised himself he’d find out before the night was through.
     
    They’d talked for nearly an hour before he’d asked her dance. They’d twirled around the floor to a series of two-steps, then joined the crowd in a roudy line dance. Finally, the DJ had slowed the music down, and Duncan had spun her into his arms, desperate to feel her body pressed against his. She’d smiled up at him, tracing her fingers along the nape of his neck as she’d rested her head on his shoulder, answering every sway of his hips with one even more erotic. His cock had paid full attention to each sexy movement as her jeans had brushed over his, the friction between the fabric sending shockwaves of desire to his already swollen shaft. Her smile had widened when she’d felt the evidence of his arousal press into the soft recess next to her hip, and she’d flashed him a look so full of sin and promise, he’d had to clench his jaw to keep from creaming his shorts.
     
    She’d raised an eyebrow and pulled him closer as her fingers teased the sensitive spot at the base of his neck. “I don’t usually pick-up the first cowboy who knocks over my drink so he can buy me a new one,” she’d started, winking at his attempt to act surprised. “But you’re just about the sexiest hunk of male flesh I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I’d be a fool not