Free Midnight Desires by Kris Norris Page A

to take a stray like you home with me.”
     
    He’d tried to act nonchalent about it, shrugging his indifference, until her delicate fingers had traced a line down his back and over his hip, finally settling on his erection. All chances of keeping blood in his other head had vanished with the simple slide of her hand, and he’d willingly walking her out, helping her into her car before following her home in his truck. She’d parked in the garage, and he’d waited, a nervous sweat greasing his palms, to see if she’d open the front door for him, or change her mind and leave him standing in the late winter chill.
     
    A couple of minutes had passed before he’d heard the click of the deadbolt in the lock, and watched as she’d opened the door, her silhouette ghosting into view amidst a sea of shadows. She’d smiled and held her finger to her lips, motioning him forward with nothing more than a nod. He’d followed her inside, neither speaking as she’d led him through the front room and towards the back of the house. He’d almost reached the ajoining hallway when he’d tripped over a small stool, slamming his chest into the wall. Her giggle had echoed through the room, as she’d stepped forward and touched his hand. He’d cursed under his breath, but had kept going, hoping to hell he hadn’t just made a mistake.
     
    She’d led him into a large bedroom, the contents hidden in the scattering of shadows. He’d ignored the funiture, his gaze fixed on the vixen standing in the centre of the room. She’d lost her jacket somewhere along the way, and now stood in a tight red top and even tighter blue jeans. He’d traced his upper lip with his tongue as he’d imagined getting a taste of what hid beneath the simple layer of cloth.
     
    Now he stood there, naked, hard, watching her run her lips up and down his shaft, licking each drop of pre-cum that leaked from the thin slit. “Are you wet, baby?”
     
    She hummed her reply, the vibrations tingling through his shaft and up his spine. He moaned, loving the way she scratched her nails across his sac, layering another sensation on his already taut body. He’d been right. The red polish glimmering in the dull light from the moon flashed in deep contrast to his tanned flesh. He clenched his teeth as she swallowed with his shaft still deep in her throat, squeezing the head with incredible suction. He tensed, knowing it wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge.
     
    “Look for yourself,” she challenged, bobbing his cock inside her mouth again, moaning when his gaze dropped to her pussy. “I’m so wet, even your big cock won’t have any trouble sliding inside me.”
     
    Duncan clenched his jaw. He loved hearing her talk dirty, using raw hungry words, telling him to fuck her. And that was exactly what he needed to do tonight.
     
    He pushed out his breath, thrusting his cock into her mouth. She met each plunge, using her hand to hold his shaft level with her mouth. She scraped her teeth along the top of his hood, and his desire soared.
     
    “Enough,” he said, pulling back from her luscious mouth, as his hat teetered and fell to the floor. He needed to quench his hunger in another way. “My turn.”
     
    She smiled at him, rising from the floor. He didn’t give her time to kiss his open mouth, but turned her in his arms, and lowered her onto the bed. She opened her legs the moment her ass touched the mattress, releasing a waft of warm arousal into the air. He groaned at the scent. He couldn’t wait to taste the cream beading her soft curls.
     
    “You are wet,” he drawled, drawing a finger through her silky folds. “Good thing I’m hungry.” He spread her legs farther apart, wanting to see every inch of her plump lips as his fingers disappeared into her tight sex. “Reach down and hold yourself open, so I can use my fingers for other pleasures.”
     
    “You want me to touch myself?” she asked. But even as she posed the question, she slid her