Page 29 of Alpha's Sunflower Smiles

I thought about it. Even though part of my rational brain told me that Pete couldn’t fit inside me without it hurting, my sudden awareness of my pleasure was flooding through me and all I could feel was excitement and anticipation.

“Yes, I want you.”

Pete moved me onto the bed, throwing the blankets off and settling me against the pillows right in the centre of the mattress. He crawled up my body, kissing and teasing me, making me leak with pleasure.

As he reached my dick, he sucked the very tip of it between his lips and ran his tongue in a circle around the head. He drew a moan from me against my will, and I shook and clenched my fists to try and stop myself from bucking up into his mouth.

I hardly noticed him lifting my knees. All of my attention was on the way his tongue moved over my sensitive head and dippedinto the slit. If he wasn’t careful, he’d make me feeltoogood and I’d just come straight into his mouth.

I hadn’t noticed him reaching for the lube but he must have done because one slick finger slid down my crack and to my hole. He circled it for a few moments, bringing the nerve-endings alive and ramping up my anticipation.

When he slid a thick finger inside me, his mouth opened round my dick and he swallowed me down further, sucking hard.

I nearly shot off the bed with the sudden pleasure and my body didn’t know what was happening. Pete worked me open slowly but with a steady determination. Every time he added an extra finger and forced my body to adjust, he’d take more of my dick into his mouth and made me feel the ecstasy of it.

By the time he’d stretched me enough, I was a writhing, sobbing mess.

Pete lifted off my dick with a pop and raised his head to look down at me. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“Are you ready for me?”

I was beyond talking and just nodded vigorously.

The cap of the lube bottle clicked and I raised my head enough to look down between my bent knees to Pete’s dick. He was rolling an alpha condom onto his length and then he smeared a generous amount of lube over it, making it shiny.

He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and knelt in position before lining up and pushing in.

I knew that he’d just had his fingers inside me, more than enough to stretch me, because he’d promised he would. But the idea of taking an alpha’s cock suddenly seemed frightening. He was so big and I was just a non-presenting man and my body wasn’t built to take it. Unlike an omega, whose body was designed to take alpha cocks, to loosen and stretch and lubricate.

Pete stroked a hand over my thigh and brought my attention back to him.

“Hey, Wilfred, look at me. Don’t tense up.”

His voice was so deep with a hint of gravel to it, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard. His hand stayed on my thigh while the other was holding his own dick to line up. His body radiated heat, warming my thighs and ass where he pressed against them.

“Relax,” he said, and I wanted to obey him.

I concentrated on relaxing my muscles, on not tensing up. The more I did that, the more Pete ran his hand up and down my thigh, tracing the tips of his fingers across my sensitive dick, and murmured, “That’s it, Wilfred, you’re doing so well. You’re perfect. Opening up for me so beautifully.”

The first breach felt like a boulder in my ass, stretching my hole wide. It didn’t hurt, though, just felt strange and full. He paused and held himself still and kept murmuring sweet things to me. I’d never had anyone call me beautiful before, but Pete did.

I felt it, too. Even though I was flat on my back, sweaty and flushed and trying not to tense up, Pete’s dark eyes gazed down on me with such affection and desire that I didn’t doubt for a moment that I was exactly what he said: beautiful.

Once he started sliding into me, it was easy. He moved in slow, controlled thrusts, easing inside inch by inch. I was used to the stretch now and it was beginning to feel good. I wanted more of him, wanted to feel his balls pressed against me and feel him move inside me, massaging my walls and pressing against my prostate.

I’d underestimated how long he was because it took a while for him to be fully seated. Once he was in, he held still and I felt as though I were being impaled. I was so full of my alpha that I couldn’t move without feeling him all the way inside me.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

All I could do was nod, even though I wanted to burst out laughing at the question. Ready? Was this only just beginning?

Chapter 12

Pete

Imight have got carried away, stretching Wilfred. But I was absolutely terrified of hurting him and so I wanted to stretch him slowly and fully so I’d be sure he could take my cock without it causing him even the slightest amount of pain.

I’d ended up teasing him, to be honest.

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