Erotic Shirt Stories Novels & Stories

My hands gripped his shirt as I stood on the tip of my toes to deepen the kiss. I slowly pulled his shirt from his pants, pushing it further aside so that I could massage the tense muscles under his skin. My teeth nipped at his bottom lips. I felt his chest vibrate as he growled. I smiled unto his lips, taking a step back as I pulled my shirt over my head. Only to feel the heat of his body and the electric effect it hand on mine. "Can I tell you a secret," he whispered as he shrugged off his shirt. "What?"

Nail reached out to touch her and Sherry slapped his hand away. Desire burned inside of Me, I was transfixed by Sherry's power over Nail. The woman pulled at his shirt, tearing it open. Reaching over, she grabbed the letter opener on the desk and shredded the hole in his T-shirt, then pulled it loose from his chest leaving the strands to hang. Nail tried to move forward and Sherry shoved him against the wall again. she was in total control.

I wanted it gone. I held the edge of the hem and gave it a gentle motion that I wanted her to take it off. She bit her lip and slowly nodded. She edged herself up and slowly moved her work shirt up and pulled it over her head. I groaned when I saw her ample cleavage spilling out of a white cotton bra. No lace, no frills. She hadn’t prepared for me to see her, and for some reason, the innocence of it all made it more erotic. Her face was crimson, and she lay back down. Her erotic scent swirled around me and made my canines elongate.

The revealing dress had done it, my boobs jiggling free under the top, nipples poking through fabric, making his cock strain against his shorts. He grabbed my hand under the blanket, guiding it to his zipper, hard, thick bulge throbbing. "Force of the dress, baby. Suck your best friend's brother's cock now, anytime means here." Heart hammered, risk electric, Mia inches away. But lust won; I nodded, slipping off the couch casual like grabbing a drink. "Thirsty," I lied to Mia, who waved absent. Kitchen dark, connected open to the living room. Jax followed seconds later, "Me too," casual. Door half-shut for shadow, but voices carried. He backed me to the counter fast, unzipping, cock springing

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Then, slowly, she walked closer to him until she was standing directly in front of him with their faces only an inch apart. Eros looked up at her, his brows furrowing. “Take your shirt off me,” Adriana suddenly said, her voice even. Eros blinked, caught off guard by her request, before amusement eventually flashed across his face. “With pleasure,” he murmured, his fingers moving instantly on her chest. As he unfastened each button of his shirt, starting from the top, his knuckles brushed against Adriana’s slightly exposed boobs. She shivered at his touch, but her gaze remained steady.

“Tonight, you’ll be mine in every way that counts.” The defiance in her gaze was met with a smile that was pure sin. “You’ll fight me,” he said. “But your body won’t.” The truth of it punched through her. The way her thighs clenched, the way her breath came shallow, the way heat coiled low in her stomach—Damon saw it all. “Take the shirt off.” The command was soft. Non-negotiable. Eva didn’t move. Damon leaned in, his lips grazing her ear, his voice a growl. “You want me to strip you? You’ll regret that.”

Patricia grabbed his wrist as he reached for the hem of her shirt, her eyes filled with desperation, pleading for mercy. ​ “No. I have to do it.” With one swift motion, her shirt was ripped off. Moments later, his elastic-waist shorts followed suit. Patricia let out a sob, overwhelmed with helplessness. She wasn't wearing a single piece of underwear; everything was as naked as he was. And worse than that, he was stirring her emotions into a frenzy. ​ “D... don't...” His hot fingers intruded into her aching core. They pierced through quickly. A sharp pain shot through her, but it quickly turned into an overwhelming wave of desire that made her body writhe uncontrollably.

“Why does it feel right, Jace?” Because it did. God help me, it really did. She didn’t wait for me to continue. She pulled me with her, our lips still locked, her fingers clutching my shirt like she was afraid I’d vanish if she let go. She reached for the hem of my shirt, her fingers slightly trembling, and the clumsy haste of her movements was the most erotic thing I’d ever witnessed. I ripped the shirt over my head, tossing it blindly toward the armchair, and reached for the hem of her shirt.

The dam of passion burst open as we wildly groped each other like a couple of teenagers who had been grounded for a year! After we petted for a few minutes, Eva grabbed my bulging crotch and growled, “I fucking want you.” I croaked weakly, “Yes” as she led me by the hand into the next room, pulling off her tank top and skirt as we walked between the rooms. Obviously, she did a bit of wardrobe planning for tonight!