Page 90 of Ghost Ribbon

“You can touch me, little star,” he murmured.

Then he kissed me again. Softer this time. When he pulled back, those dark eyes locked onto mine. He lined up again. This time the pressure was firmer. The broad head of his cock pressed into my hole, insistent. I tensed hard, body going rigid, a whimper catching in my throat.

My head wanted to thrash to the side, eyes squeezing shut, but he wouldn’t let me. One hand came up to cradle my jaw, thumb stroking my cheek.

“Hey. Look at me. Breathe through it. You can take me.”

I nodded because I wanted to believe him. Even if every instinct screamed that I couldn’t. He was inhumanly huge.

“It hurts…” I mumbled.

Alexei didn’t pull back. He just pushed a little more. The stretch burned, stealing my breath. My back arched off the blankets, fingers digging into the back of his neck.

“Be good,” the words vibrated through his chest into mine. “It won’t hurt in a bit. You’re already taking me so well.”

He rocked his hips in tiny movements, feeding me another inch, then another. The burn deepened, turning into a thick fullness that made my eyes water. I could feel every ridge, every vein as he sank deeper. My cock was still hard between us, leaking against his stomach, and the shame of it only made everything hotter.

“Fuck, Malyshka,” he rasped, voice strained with control. “You were made for this. Made for me.”

He pushed deeper, bottoming out with a groan that rumbled through both of us. I was shaking, full to the brim, stretched around him so wide it felt impossible. My hole fluttered and clenched helplessly around the intrusion. Every breath I took made me feel him shift inside me.

Alexei stayed still for a moment, letting me adjust. His constellation tattoo was right there, inches from my face.

“Relax,” he ordered softly. “That’s it. Good boy. You’re doing so well for me.”

I tried. My lungs were tight, but I managed a shaky inhale. The burn was still there, but underneath it something hotter was building - pleasure starting to curl through the ache.

He kissed the corner of my mouth, then my jaw, then lower to the frantic pulse in my throat.

“I’m going to move now,” he warned.

He pulled back slowly, almost all the way out, until just the head remained inside. Then he thrust back in, deeper this time, hips snapping forward with controlled force. The sound that left me was broken, half moan, half sob. Pleasure sparked white-hot through the stretch, and my cock jerked between us.

Alexei groaned. “There it is. That’s my good boy.”

He set a rhythm - deep and grinding, making sure I felt every drag of his cock against my inner walls. The lube made everything wet, the slap of skin against skin mixing with my gasps and his rough breathing. One of his hands stayed on my jaw, keeping my eyes on him. The other slid down to grip my hip, holding me in place as he fucked into me harder.

“You feel that?” he growled between thrusts. “How perfectly you open for me? How your body pulls me in?”

I couldn’t speak. Every thrust punched a whimper out of me. The burn was fading into something addictive. He was so deep I could feel him everywhere.

I moaned, shy and overwhelmed, trying to turn my face away. He wouldn’t let me. His thumb stroked my cheek.

“Don’t hide from me, Malyshka. I want to see every second of you falling apart on my cock.” He pulled almost all the way out - then thrust back in harder.

Alexei smirked and suddenly changed the angle.

He hooked his hands under my thighs and shoved them higher, up toward my chest - folding me nearly in half on the blankets. The new position made him sink even deeper, the head of his cock dragging right over that spot inside me on every thrust. My back arched hard.

He started fucking me in hard snaps of his hips, angling up so the thick ridge of his cock rubbed that bundle of nerves relentlessly. I shook my head, embarrassed, overwhelmed. “Alexei—”

He leaned down, biting at my bottom lip before licking into my mouth in a messy kiss.

“Say you’re mine,” he rasped.

I didn’t even hesitate. “I—I’m yours,” I gasped. I was so embarrassed I could barely get the words out, but he rewarded me by thrusting harder, angling up until stars burst behind my eyes.

“Louder.”