Page 139 of Ghost Ribbon

His hips shifted under me, the tiniest rock that made us both groan.

“Yes,” he breathed. “Please. Move. I need you to move.”

I pulled back slowly until only the head remained inside him, then thrust back in just as deep. The sound he made was wrecked. I set a steady rhythm, making sure he felt every thick inch of me dragging along his walls. His legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, pulling me closer even as the tears kept coming.

“Fuck, Malyshka,” I rasped against his mouth. “You feel perfect. Always so perfect around me.”

“Alexei….harder—”

I gave him harder. My hips snapped forward, the wet sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. Every thrust punched a moan out of him.

“Tell me who you belong to,” I ordered.

“You,” he gasped. “I belong to you….only you—”

“Louder.”

“I’m yours, Alexei….please, I’m yours—”

I fucked him deeper, angling up so the head of my cock dragged over his prostate with every thrust. His eyes rolled back. More tears spilled. His hands left my shoulders and fisted in the sheets above his head, body arching into every stroke.

“That’s it,” I praised. “Take it. Take every inch. You were made for this cock. Made to be fucked open by me and no one else.”

“Don’t stop—”

I didn’t stop. I kept the pace relentless, watching the way his face twisted with pleasure and overstimulation, the way his tears made his lashes clump together, the way his mouth stayed open on continuous soft cries. One of my hands slid down between us and wrapped around his cock, stroking in time with my thrusts.

“You’re going to come for me,” I told him. “You’re going to come while I’m buried so deep you can’t think about anything else. Understand?”

I twisted my wrist on the upstroke and thrust hard. Marco’s entire body seized. A broken sob tore out of him as he came, cock pulsing in my hand, spilling hot between us. His hole clamped down around me. I fucked him through it, drawing out every tremor until he was whimpering and twitching under me.

Only then did I let myself go.

I buried myself to the hilt one last time and came hard, groaning against his neck as I filled him.

We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard. I could feel my cum starting to leak out around my cock where we were still joined. I didn’t pull out yet. I just pressed my forehead to his and stroked his damp curls back from his face.

“You did so well,” I murmured. “My good boy. My little star.”

Marco’s eyes were still wet. His fingers traced absently along the back of my neck.

“Stay,” he whispered. “Just… stay inside me a little longer.”

And I did. All night.

Chapter 33 - Marco

When I opened my eyes the first thing I felt was the ache.

My whole body was sore. I blinked up at the ceiling of Alexei’s bedroom, still half-asleep, and then I shifted.

Something thick and heavy was still inside me.

My cheeks went hot instantly.

I looked down. The sheets were tangled around our hips. Alexei was pressed against my back, one arm locked around my waist, his chest warm against my spine. And lower - God -his cock was still buried inside me. Soft now, but still thick enough that I could feel every inch of the stretch. He had slept the entire night like that. Inside me.

I swallowed hard. My face felt like it was on fire.