Page 191 of Ghost Ribbon

Marco’s whine was high, body clenching hard around the sudden intrusion. I worked them in and out roughly, stretching him open with zero patience.

“That’s it… take my fingers. Your hole’s already sucking them in. Fucking filthy.”

I added a third finger just to hear him break a little more, pumping them deep until he was shaking. Then I pulled them out completely, leaving him empty and clenching around nothing.

I lined my cock up again and dragged it up and down.

“ I’m going to bury myself so deep you’ll still feel me tomorrow.”

I grabbed the belt I’d dropped earlier. With one hand I notched the head of my cock against his hole. With the other I looped the leather around his throat, pulling it taut until his head was forced back, spine arched beautifully.

Marco whined, the sound strangled and sweet.

I thrust forward in one stroke, burying myself to the hilt in a single push.

He yelped.

I didn’t give him time to adjust.

The second that yelp left his mouth I started fucking him. My hips snapped forward again and again. The belt stayed tight around his throat; every thrust forced another strangled sound out of him. I kept his head pulled back so I could watch the way his mouth fell open, the way his eyes watered, the way his bound wrists strained against the green ribbon.

“Fuck. This tight little hole is gripping me so fucking hard.”

“A-Alexei….please… it feels so—ah—”

I released the belt just long enough to bring my hand down on his already-red ass then grabbed the leather again and yanked his head back even sharper. The new angle let me drive deeper.

I spat down onto the place where our bodies joined, watching the saliva mix with lube and drip down his balls. Then I reached around and wrapped my free hand around his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts.

“You’re leaking all over my hand. You love this, don’t you? Being used like a slut.”

Marco’s answer was immediate. “I do…I love it….please, use me, I’m yours—”

I let go of his cock, brought the wet fingers to his mouth, and shoved two of them past his lips.

“Suck. Taste how desperate you are.”

He did, tongue swirling even as I kept pounding into him. Drool spilled down his chin as he tried to speak around my fingers.

“Mmhh—”

When I pulled my fingers free I used the slickness to slap his cheek lightly, leaving a shiny mark.

“Good boy. Such a good little slut for me.”

I shifted my stance and started slamming into him even harder. The counter creaked under the force. Every thrust shoved him forward an inch until his chest was sliding on the marble, nipples dragging against the surface.

I leaned down, still buried to the hilt, and bit the side of his neck hard enough to bruise - right above where the leather pressed into his skin. Then I licked the mark.

My free hand slid under his body again, cupping his balls, rolling them roughly while I kept driving into him.

“Gonna fill you up so deep it’ll leak out of you for days.”

Marco’s voice cracked into the sweetest, most broken plea.

“Please…fill me, I want it, I want to feel you dripping out of me…please Alexei—”

I pulled almost all the way out until only the head remained inside him, then slammed back in with a force that punched another broken cry from his throat. Again. And again.