The Emerald Lights

The Emerald Lights

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" Ambrose. " The mother fucker called my name, my limp betrayal me to rise my hand meanwhile I saw her stiff. Just for a second and then she turned with a furrow on her forehead. " What name did you just-" She cut off with her own thoughts as shook her head. I screamed again but that damn tap. My fists were bound in the way that I couldn't even curl my fingers and tried to scrum off the shit with the arms but it was still sticking on my flesh. " What? " The man asked with the furrow but she shook her head saying nothing before walking ahead. " Ambrose? " The man called my name, but I was too busy to even take a glimpse of her and she was out of sight. " Ambrose Darcio? " He called me once again and I felt my heart squeeze in pain. As I raise my tied hands up, letting the tears fall from my eyes. The home I built with hope after seeing her, crashed down and mixed with the dust and she had to walk away over it.
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The office was quiet, I pressed against him on his lap until he shifted me onto the desk, shoving papers and pens aside to make space. He held me steady from behind, hands gripping my hips as he thrust into me. My nails dug into the wood, and I gasped, every movement making me burn with heat. "You're so tight," he groaned, voice low and rough, teeth grazing my shoulder as he pressed deeper. I moaned, chest flush against the desk, rocking back instinctively. "So good... only for me," he whispered, lips brushing my neck, fingers digging into my waist, voice thick with need. I shivered at his words, pressing back into him, feeling every pulse, every movement of his body against mine. "I'm so close..." he muttered, each thrust deeper, harder, every groan dragging me higher. A knock on the door made me freeze, but he didn't stop. "I'll be there in a minute," he told to the person at the door, one hand lightly pressing my mouth. "Quiet, or there'll be consequences later." I whimpered, hips pressing against him, His voice cut through, De Sousa series 1 "You feel so good... so fucking good Bellisima"

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