Seduce Me Please Shirt Novels & Stories

I drove home for a quick shower, then planned to hit some night club for a fresh pussy tonight. “I'm starving for some —-- I can't believe it's been four days without fucking. I put on a satin grey shirt and black jeans, earrings necklace, and spray cologne. The satin shirt is to attract my predators. Even though I never needed to attract anyone since pup– well, Machado seeped his life into mine —--- I can feel my predators drifting away. I have pride and dignity to maintain and can't lose that. “And dick to fuck.” At the night club, flirty ladies recognize me instantly. They felt it.

He answered. "Please…! Let me add colors in your colorless life. Let me make your life colorful and lively". I said. Without showing any expressions, he took the shirt and went into the dressing room. He came out, and I saw him for the first time wearing something colorful other than black. He tried on many shirts and we took all of them. He tried a white silk shirt, and when he came out of the dressing room. I just stared at him because of his hotness and attractiveness. That white shirt was transparent, his torso was visible from it.

I like this shirt, don't you like it? His eyes darkened as desire swept through him again she looked absolutely gorgeous in his shirt with her hair tumbling around her shoulders, a stunning ethereal sprite and his body's response told him if he didn't get her clothed in something else real quick he wasn't going to get any work done that day ‘I like you in my shirt very much little Zaya but that is for my eyes only, not my men’s’ He pulled her to her feet and into the walk-in wardrobe that was full of designer dresses,

He gave it a tug, and then he used those long fingers to unbutton the shirt, one button at a time. The shirt fell open, exposing the dark, toned expanse of his chest, the muscles rippling under his skin. The sheer display of raw power was almost too much. "If this is supposed to seduce me, it's not working," I lied, the whisper was useless, already drowning in the rush of desire. He let out a rough, knowing laugh that vibrated deep in his throat. He understood the lie, because he shrugged the shirt off his shoulders completely, letting it fall to the floor. He was pure, chiseled distraction.

“So fucking perfect. These tits are mine. This body is mine. I bought it. I killed for it. And you’re going to wear my shirt so every man downstairs knows exactly who you belong to.” “Adrian…” I whispered, embarrassed, nervous, and shamefully wet. My thighs pressed together. He grabbed a new black shirt from the closet and slowly dressed me in it. The fabric swallowed me, reaching mid-thigh. The shirt left most of my cleavage and legs exposed. His scent clung to the shirt and he kissed the side of my neck, sucking lightly. “Good girl. Now go.”

That's why I got even hotter with what he did. "Uhm, Ah, Sh*t!" I grunted as he sucked my neck. I felt that he was removing the buttons of my clothes one by one and when he removed them all, my two big mountains were exposed in front of him. He couldn't help but smile while looking at my two mountains. I grinned and looked at him foolishly. I pulled his necktie closer to me so his body was pressed against mine. I put my mouth close to his ear. "You like the view, Boss?" I asked him seductively.

The next thing I knew, I was begging him to take off his shirt. John lifted his gaze, a dark, dangerously sensual gaze. In that look, I realized, I knew he could seduce any woman, it was a precipice, beautiful and hypnotic. As if that wasn't enough, he cracked a corner smile, his teeth white and lined, and that managed to ignite me even more. He stood up, my knees one on either side of his waist, then with a tug that he made look too easy, tore all the way down my dress, which fell apart around me. I groaned, because his expression of urgency and desire as he did this was maddening.

His teeth grazed my shoulder blade; he swirled his tongue around my mark. I ran my fingers under his shirt, tugging at it gently and begging for him to remove it. His body felt smooth as I ran my hands across his incredible abs. He pulled away from me so he can remove his shirt. The seductive way he looked at me sent a warmth through my entire body, warming my inside. I removed my shirt and then my pants, revealing to him my bra and underwear. I was past the point of feeling self-conscious around him. He was looking at me like he wanted to devour me.

The nasty girl inside me taunted. I turned away because now it looked like I was staring at him and damn him he was enjoying my dishevelled state. "Your mother bought you Tshirt", I said not even commenting on how awkward it was for me. I heard a couple of steps and he took the tshirt standing so near that I could smell his body wash. Would I smell that yummy if I used the same one. I looked at him after waiting sufficient time to put on his shirt. "That is a nice gown", he whispered to my ear. This man is a master of seduction and I had no hopes of escaping if I stayed in his arm's length for more than a few seconds.

A low, pleasurable moan escapes my lips as he presses his hardness against my heated core, the friction of his slacks sending waves of ecstasy through me. He positions himself between my legs, sitting up, and lifts me, allowing him to remove my shirt and unclasp my bra. The tearing sound of fabric fills the air as he rips off his own shirt, buttons scattering across the floor. As his chiseled chest emerges, my mouth waters, captivated by his striking physique. Damn, he exudes an irresistible heat that leaves me longing for more.