"Are you ready to beg to be fucked?!"
He asked, pulling off his pants and stroking himself.
"Just beg and I'll satisfy you"
He groans
"C'mon just beg!'
He towers on top of me, grinding me with my pants on.
"Please!!"
I voiced out, filled with ecstac...
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Song: tomorrow 2,cardi b ft glorilla "just like the air I'm everywhere..."
Myra🦋
I’d been jogging for over two hours. My body was drenched, hair plastered to my face, legs on the brink of giving out. My breath came in violent gasps—too fast, too shallow.
“Shit... Fuck...”
My throat tightened. I froze.
I wasn’t carrying my inhaler.
Panic sank its claws into my chest, and I clutched at my side, willing myself not to collapse on the pavement. I tried to slow down, but my legs had already stopped obeying.
I stumbled, knees buckling—
"Whoa, easy there—easy!" a soft, urgent voice called, catching me just before I faceplanted.
“...In...haler,” I croaked out.
“Oh no,” she gasped. “Bosco! Get over here now!”
Moments later, I was being lifted effortlessly into the back of a luxurious white car, cold leather beneath me. My vision blurred as an inhaler was pressed into my palm.
I took three desperate drags.
Air.
Fucking air.
My lungs opened and the world slowed down. I looked up into the face of a woman with soft brown eyes and sharp elegance—power dressed in silk. Her scent was warm and expensive. Her voice soothing, like honey laced with steel.
“You’re okay now,” she said.
“Thank you,” I breathed.
She smiled. “You're beautiful, darling.”
I blinked, still dazed. “Thank you.”
“I’ll take you home.”
“I can—”
“I wasn’t asking, dear.”
She said it calmly, like it was a suggestion, but it wasn’t. It was command dressed in sugar.
Her name was Adele Aldo Rocco.
The name struck something familiar. Too familiar.
She was elegance, wrapped in danger, and she had just saved my ass.
After polite chatter and soft apologies—about her son missing her birthday and an awkward question about my mother—we arrived at my apartment. She invited me to her party. I said yes, unsure why.
As I stepped inside my apartment, the warmth and scent of chocolate hit me before anything else.
“Happy Birthday, you emotional wreck,” Elena smirked, feeding me cake while Sophie watched on, smiling shyly.
