He Came 3 TIMES After Seeing Me In This Top!!! Can You Blame Him?!!

Title: “He Came Thrice upon Gazing at Her in the Top: Could You Condemn the Lad?”

“Bev, you’ve got to see this top they’ve got at the mall!” Carrie exclaimed, greedily clutching the skimpy scrap of fabric. Her eyes glimmered with mischief.

Bev giggled, eying the skimpy garment. “Might as well…” she drawled, biting her lip thoughtfully. The top would surely turn heads (and drive their owner crazy) but what was the harm in that? Life could be so dull if one never took risks.

“Perfect for tonight, right?” Carrie tossed the top into their shared cart. Bev nodded, a thrill rushing through her. She knew exactly whose attention she wanted to catch.

Later that evening, Bev fixed herself up and slipped on the barely-there top, admiring her reflection. The flimsy fabric hugged her curves deliciously. Just as she hoped, the deep plunging neckline and exposed back would drive Jack wild. A girlish grin spread across her face. Mission accomplished.

At the party, Bev strode in and felt Jack’s eyes on her immediately. He tore his gaze away and pretended not to notice, but Bev knew better. She made a beeline for him, swaying her hips.

“Hey there…” she purred, brushing a fingertip along his jaw. His eyes darkened. Oh, he wanted her alright…

In the bathroom later, Bev smirked as Jack pressed her against the wall, his lithe body molding to hers. He groped her breasts and she sighed as his hardness pressed insistent against her belly. Indeed, the top had worked its magic.

Two weeks later, Bev was at it again, strutting into Jack’s apartment in a flimsy sundress. The halter-like top offered a mouth-watering view of her curves. Jack growled appreciatively, closing the distance between them.

He pinned her to the wall, pulling the skirt of her dress up. She gasped, arching into his touch as his fingers found her slick center. When he started unbuckling his belt, Bev nearly combusted. She wanted him inside her so, so badly.

But Jack had other ideas. “Wait,” he rasped, pulling away. “I want you on the bed. Now.”

Followed by the last threads of her dress, Bev scurried onto the mattress. Jack stalked after her, shrugging off his shirt and unfastening his belt. Bev observed him with hungry eyes. Lord, but the man looked good.

Jack crawled between her spread thighs, lavishing her neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses that made her squirm in anticipation. He laved a nipple through the fabric of her bodice, prodding the peak with his tongue. The even as the garment strained against the peaking bud, his touch felt too distant. Bev longed to feel all of him against her bare skin.

“Please…” she whimpered, grinding her hips upwards. He chuckled, a rough, edged sound, and at last related. Sliding a hand behind her back, he deftly unclasped her bodice. The flimsy garment fell away, leaving Bev’s naked torso bared for his hungry gaze.

He filled both hands with her breasts, thumbs circling the aching peaks. Bev mewled, relinquishing herself fully to the pleasure he so diligently lavished upon her. Her core throbbed, empty and aching.

Jack’s hand trailed down her stomach and pushed the scrap of lace aside. His fingers found her slick, hot folds and stroked leisurely.

“This is what that top does to me,” he ventured, voice gone rough. “Watching you move in it, barely restraining myself. Blowing my load, again and again, in the shower, imagining filling you with every drop like I’m going to do now.”

He thrust two fingers inside her, making Bev cry out. She was practically dripping, so ready to have him expanding her walls, claiming her. “Please Jack…” The words escaped on a desperate moan.

At last, blessedly, he obliged. Bev eyes rolled back as the thick head of his cock pressed insistently at her entrance. In one powerful thrust, he pushed into paradise, burying himself inside her tight heat. They both let out a primal sound of pleasure.

Seated fully within her, he paused, letting her get used to the size of him. She felt so full, stretched to her limit. It was pure bliss.

Slowly, he drew back, and then thrust forward again, starting a steady rhythm. Bev met him buck for buck, relishing the drag and burn of his cock plunging between her slick walls. She snaked a leg over his hip, pulling him deeper. In and in and in he went, his powerful form looming over her, claiming her not only with his cock but with his eyes, his weight, his complete domination of her pleasure.

She shattered on a scream, her walls clamping down around his pistoning length as white-hot ecstasy crashed through her. For a moment, Jack’s rhythm faltered. Then, fast and hard, he chased his own release, grinding her through the aftershocks. With a guttural groan, he expended deep inside her, his hot seed filling her as promised.

Bev felt a thrill rush through her: mission accomplished. That sinful little top had certainly reaped the desired effects.