Page 91 of Ghost Ribbon

“I’m yours, Alexei, please—”

“Please what?” He slowed down, grinding deep in tight circles that made me see white. “Please fill you up? Please breed this pretty hole until you’re dripping with me? Because that’s exactly what I’m going to do. Every time you walk you’ll feel it leaking out of you. And you’re going to take every drop like the good boy you are.”

The dirty words, the relentless pressure on that spot inside me, the way he kept my thighs pinned high and open - it was too much.

“You’re going to cum on my cock. I want to feel this greedy little hole milk me while you fall apart. Don’t you dare look away. Eyes on me, Malyshka. Let me see you.”

I tried to hold it back but he angled even higher. My vision blurred and my whole body seized up.

“Alexei… I’m… I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he ordered. “Cum for me. Show me how much this tight hole loves being fucked and filled.”

The words pushed me over the edge.

I came hard. My hole clenched around Alexei’s cock, squeezing him tight with every wave of pleasure. I trembled violently, legs shaking in his grip, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from how intense it was.

Alexei fucked me through it, deep thrusts that dragged out every aftershock, making me whimper and clench even harder. My cum smeared between our bodies. I was shaking, oversensitive, but he kept going, chasing his own release while talking me through every second.

“Gonna fill you up now.”

He growled, hips snapping forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt. I felt him throb deep inside me, cum flooding my insides. He kept grinding through it, pushing it deeper, making sure I took every bit.

“Fuck—take it,” he groaned against my mouth.

He stayed buried inside me as the aftershocks faded, breathing hard. My legs were still hooked high over his arms, hole stretched wide around his softening cock, his cum already starting to leak out around the base.

Alexei kissed me, tongue licking into my mouth like he was sealing the promise.

Then he pulled out of me gently. I gasped at the sudden emptiness, at the warm rush of his cum leaking out of me onto the blankets. He reached for his discarded shirt and wiped me clean even when I flinched from oversensitivity.

When he was done he tossed the shirt aside and lowered himself onto the blankets beside me. My heart gave a panicked little kick when he shifted. I was suddenly terrified he was going to stand up and walk away like this had been nothing. Like I had been nothing.

But he didn’t leave.

Instead he gathered me into his arms.

Strong arms slid under me and pulled me against his chest, my cheek pressed right over the constellation tattoo on his skin. One big hand rubbed circles between my shoulder blades while the other stroked my hair, fingers threading gently through the curls. The warmth of his body surrounded me. “I’m never letting you go again,” his arms tightened around me as he said it, like the words were a physical thing, like he was pressing them into my body through the act of holding me.

Again.

The word snagged in my mind like a hook.

Again.

What did he mean by that?

Never letting me go again implied he had let me go before. Implied he had me once.

I wanted to ask.

The question formed in my throat and sat there.

His fingers slid through the strands slowly, pushing them back from my face, tracing the curve of my ear, settling at the nape of my neck before starting the motion again. Over and over.

I buried my face against him and let my eyes fall shut.

I didn’t know how long I lay there before I found my voice.