Chapter 23 - Marco
My chest rose and fell too fast.
I could feel every place he had touched - my nipples still wet and tender from his mouth, my cock leaking onto my stomach, my thighs trembling.
I didn’t look down at myself. I never did.
I knew what I would see: too skinny, too pale, ribs showing a little too much, nothing like the powerful, dangerous body hovering over me.
Why was he even touching me? Why did someone like him - someone who could end a life without blinking - want anything to do with me?
He reached into his pocket.
A small bottle. Clear liquid inside. Lube.
He had been carrying it with him. My stomach flipped. Had he planned this? Or did he just… always expect to end up like this with me? I didn’t want to know the answer. I didn’t want to think about how prepared he was, how easily he had made me chaseable, catchable, fuckable.
Alexei’s eyes never left mine as he started undressing.
First the jacket. Then the shirt. Buttons came undone one by one, slow enough that I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.
His chest was broad, cut with muscle, skin golden in the city lights.
And there - inked across his left pectoral and climbing toward his collarbone- was a constellation.
Delicate lines connecting stars, ending in a crescent moon right at the base of his throat.
It was stunning. He was stunning. The ink moved with every breath he took, and I forgot how to swallow.
He caught me staring.
“Done gawking, little star?”
I flushed instantly. “I wasn’t—”
“You were.” He smirked and shrugged the shirt off completely.
I opened my mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Because he was right.
He hooked his thumbs into his trousers and pushed them down along with his underwear.
His cock sprang free. I had seen it before.
Felt it against me, in my mouth once. But this time it looked even bigger.
Longer. The veins stood out, the head shiny with a bead of precum.
My hole clenched involuntarily at the sight.
He wouldn’t fit. He was going to split me open.
I swallowed hard, throat dry.
Alexei didn’t rush. He picked up the small bottle, uncapped it, and poured a generous amount of clear lube into his palm.
Then he wrapped that big hand around his cock and stroked.
He made sure I watched. Made sure I saw every glide of his fist, every twist over the head, the way his abs tightened and the constellation on his chest shifted with the motion. He was putting on a show. For me.
My cock twitched against my stomach, traitorously hard.
He capped the bottle and tossed it aside. Then his hands were on my thighs. He yanked me down the blankets toward him. The motion dragged my bare ass across the fabric, spreading me wider. I gasped.
Before I could catch my breath he leaned over me, one hand braced beside my head, and kissed me.
He reached down, gripped his slick cock, and rubbed the fat head right against my entrance.
Not pushing in, just dragging it up and down, circling, pressing the blunt tip against my hole.
The lube made everything slippery and obscene.
Every time he nudged the head against me I felt myself flutter, trying to open, trying to pull him in even though I was terrified.
I really should have run faster.
My hands clenched into fists at my sides. I didn’t dare touch him.
Alexei noticed.
He stopped teasing my hole and caught both my wrists in one big hand. Gently he guided my arms up and around his neck. My fingers brushed the warm skin there.
“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.”
“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.