Page 60 of Ghost Ribbon

“You must be a virgin,” I said, thoughtfully. “Tight little hole that has never taken anything before. Should I break through it now, Malyshka?”

Marco tensed so hard I felt every muscle in his body lock up. The reaction was so fucking cute.

“Get on your knees.”

He dropped to his knees so fast it looked graceful, the movement instinctive and obedient. His hands stayed on my thighs for balance as he settled between my feet, looking up at me with those glassy eyes. His lips were already parted, breathing fast.

Holy shit.

I was going to eat him alive.

I reached down and undid my belt with one hand. I popped the button on my pants, dragged the zipper down, and freed my cock. It was already hard. When it sprang free, Marco’s eyes went huge.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, gaze flicking from my cock to my face and back again like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. I was big, thick, long, and right now it looked even bigger next to his small, flushed face.

I ran my fingers through his dark curls, gentle at first, then tighter, gripping just enough to tilt his head back and make him look at me properly.

“It’s okay,” I said. “You can take it.”

Marco’s lips parted on a shaky breath. He was still staring at my cock like it might bite him.

I guided him forward with the hand in his hair until the flushed head brushed against his soft lower lip, smearing a bead of precum across it.

“Open that pretty mouth for me, Malyshka.”

He obeyed.

His lips parted wider and I pushed in slowly, just the head at first, letting him feel the weight and heat of it on his tongue. The wetness of his mouth made my jaw clench. He was so warm. His tongue flicked nervously against the underside and I groaned under my breath.

“That’s it,” I praised, voice tight. “Good boy. Just like that.”

I fed him another inch, watching the way his lips stretched around me. His eyes were watering already, but he didn’t pull back.

I stroked his hair with my thumb, soothing even as I pushed deeper.

“Relax your throat,” I murmured. “You’re doing so well.”

I rocked my hips forward another inch and felt the head nudge the back of his throat. Marco gagged softly, eyes squeezing shut, but he didn’t try to pull away. If anything, he tried to take more.

The sight of him, flushed, teary-eyed, lips stretched wide around my cock, trying so hard to be good, was almost enough to make me lose control.

I tightened my grip in his hair and started to move.

Every time I pushed in I could feel his tongue press up against the underside, trying to accommodate me. Spit was already starting to drip from the corner of his mouth and down his chin.

“Fuck,” I breathed, watching him. “You look so fucking pretty like this. My little star with his mouth full of cock.”

I pushed a little deeper on the next thrust and held there for a second, feeling his throat flutter around me. Marco made a choked sound and fresh tears spilled over his lashes, but he stayed right where he was.

I pulled back just enough to let him breathe, then slid in again.

“Touch yourself,” I told him.

Marco’s hand immediately dropped between his legs. He palmed himself through his pants, whimpering around my cock as he rubbed the obvious bulge. The sound vibrated up my shaft and I groaned, tightening my grip in his hair.

But it wasn’t enough.

I wanted to see more.