Page 140 of Ghost Ribbon

I needed to get up. I needed to go to the academy. I didn’t go every day; it wasn’t a must, but I did have to show up to be able to at least keep up.

I tried to ease myself forward. The movement made his cock shift inside me. Even half-hard it was too much. I winced as the thick head dragged against oversensitive walls. I managed to pull away until only the tip remained, the emptiness almost worse than the stretch, and then -

A strong hand clamped down on my hip.

Alexei pushed back in with one thrust.

I gasped. My fingers scrambled at the sheets. He was hard again, filling me so completely that my eyes watered.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was rough with sleep, low against the back of my neck.

I whimpered. “I… I want to get dressed. I need to go—”

“Not yet.”

He rolled his hips, grinding deep. The head of his cock pressed against that sensitive spot inside me and my whole body jerked.

“Alexei….please….I’m still sore—”

“I know.” He sounded pleased about it. His hand slid from my hip to my stomach, pressing me back against him so there was nowhere to go. “I can feel how swollen you are. How tight. You took me so well last night and you’re still stretched open around me.”

I made a broken sound. He started moving properly, strokes that dragged every inch of him through me. “You’re still full of my cum and you’re already dripping around my cock again. Filthy baby.”

“I’m not—” My voice cracked when he thrust particularly hard. “I’m not filthy—”

“Yes you are.” He nipped the side of my neck, teeth scraping. “You’re my filthy little star. Waking up with my cock still inside you and trying to sneak away like I wouldn’t notice. Like I wouldn’t feel every tiny clench of this greedy hole.”

He fucked me harder. The bed creaked. My hands fisted in the sheets as pleasure and oversensitivity twisted together. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Every thrust punched a helpless sound out of me.

“Alexei…slow down…please…it’s too much—”

“It’s not enough.” His hand slid lower and wrapped around my cock. I was already hard again, traitorous body responding even while it ached. He stroked me in time with his thrusts, thumb smearing the precum that kept leaking from the tip.

I shook my head against the pillow, but my hips were pushing back to meet him. I couldn’t stop. The stretch burned and the drag of his cock over that spot inside me made stars burst behind my eyes.

“Please,” I gasped. “Please….I need….I need to go—”

“You’ll go when I say you can go.” He shifted, rolling me fully onto my stomach and covering me with his weight. The new angle let him sink even deeper. I cried out, face pressed into the sheets, legs spreading wider without my permission. “Not until I’ve fucked another load into this pretty hole. Not until you’re dripping down your thighs when you try to walk. I want every step you take today to remind you who was inside you all night. Who is inside you right now.”

“Say it,” he ordered, voice rough. “Tell me who this hole belongs to.”

“Y-you” I sobbed. “It belongs to you.”

“Louder.”

“It belongs to you, Alexei….please—”

“That’s right.” He slammed in deep and held there. “You’re going to walk with my cum leaking out of you and every time you sit down you’re going to feel how thoroughly I used you. And you’re going to like it. Aren’t you?”

Tears were sliding freely down my face now, soaking into the pillow.

“Aren’t you?” he growled, and thrust harder.

“Yes!” The word tore out of me. “Yes….I like it…I like being yours”

“Good boy.”

He fucked me until I came hard, crying out into the sheets, my hole clenching rhythmically around his thick cock.