Page 119 of Inside the Sun

Before I can even think it through, I blurt out, "That son of a bitch… I can’t promise I’ll save you, Sun. But if I seeanyway out for you, no matter how small, I swear I’ll tell you."

He turns to face me again. He’s standing right in front of me, his chest and torso bare. My gaze drifts down his body, well sculpted biceps, defined pecs, and a beautifully toned stomach. His nipples are a dark pink, drawn tight.

"No, I… I don’t expect you to help me. We both know what the mafia is and how hard it is to escape its grip. They’ve got the mayor in their pocket, and the police too. One person can’t do anything against them, not unless someone more powerful than Anzo gets involved. But who would that even be? Who’s got the kind of money it would take to pull support away from him and make the police finally go after the Ferros?"

I watch him for a moment. Yeah. Sun has come to the same conclusion I have. It’s kind of obvious when you think about it. The mafia’s reputation as one of the most dangerous enemies around is well-earned. They’re ruthless, cruel, and relentless, with intimidation down to a science. Only the lucky ones manage to escape them.

Sun presses his face back to my neck. His soft lips graze my gland.

"I need something to hold on to," he whispers, "something to get me through this, to keep me from breaking apart. Can you give me that?"

"Yes," I say, short and firm. The decision isn’t made by the logical part of my brain, but again it’s made by the other head between my legs.

My hands slide slowly down his sides and over his perfect ass. I ease my fingers under his waistband and find his entrance. Sun lets out a soft sigh. His body is warm, trembling a little, and I gently stroke the edge of his hole. He makes these tiny, high-pitched sounds, little whimpers of pleasure.

I lower my mouth to his neck, brushing over his gland, and he gasps quietly. It’s untouched, no one’s ever marked him there. Even just sliding my lips over his skin, nibbling, sucking lightly, it gives me way too much satisfaction, and the need to do even more, to extend my fangs and… but it’s absurd, of course. Sun clutches the back of my shirt, pulling me closer. I can feel him, hard and hungry, grinding against my thigh.

Desire is building way too fast, oddly fast. And Ishouldbe feeling sympathy for this guy, after all, his back is wrecked! That should’ve cooled me down. But my dick isn’t interested in compassion. It wants him the way it had him yesterday, hard and fast.

But my mind wins and I try to be gentle, I restrain myself, keep my movements slow and careful. I turn him toward thewindow so he can lean on it, and I wrap my fingers around his erection. He exhales when I stroke him, enjoying how thick and solid his dick is. I’ve never been with someone like this before. But then again, I’ve never slept with an alpha. I’ve always gone for omegas and betas. So this is new for me in a way… and that adds a whole other kind of heat. His tip is swollen and sensitive. I circle my fingers around it, and Sun gasps again.

At the same time, my other hand slides back between his cheeks, my fingers inching into his hole.

Why does this guy turn me on so much?

It doesn’t make sense. Knowing what he’s been through, suspecting Anzo assaults him daily, should be enough to cool me down. But I just can’t stop. It’s too strong. Am I a horrible person?

My fingers massage his prostate now and Sun begins to make soft, sweet noises, similar to the typical sounds of an aroused omega, but I don't question it, I think it's cute, to be honest, and I doubt it's something he does consciously.

Sun starts rocking his hips back against me, restless and eager.

This time, I’m ready. Against my better judgment, I took a condom with me today, and it’s the right size. I tear open the packet, roll it on, and press against his tight pink entrance, stretching his petals, making him whimper. He got tight again, after yesterday, holding me like a vice now.

It’s scorching hot inside him. Narrow. Gripping. Incredible.

The fingers of my second hand keep skimming over his shaft in a delicate, tingling movement, then up his abdomen, tracing the shape of his abs, then… up to his chest. I draw slow circles around his nipples, and he shivers, letting out these soft, shaky breaths. His thick cock twitches in my hand, dripping pre-cum onto the floor.

Seeing red, I push deeper through his rim, finally sinking into him fully, his passage squeezing me, my vision blurring. I do it this time too, my hand searches for the outline of my cock, pressing up against the inside of his stomach, creating a bump on his abdomen. No denying, I love that feeling under my fingers. I start to move right away, deep thrusts, but steady pace. With each push, I feel the impact of my dick through the wall of his abdominal muscles. I love fucking so deep, as it feels like breeding during heat.

Alphas’ and betas’ uterine entrance is tiny and firmly closed, located high, since their uterus is underdeveloped, but with the length of my dick, I’m actually able to reach it, to touch the small area in Sun’s passage that feels a bit different. When I angle my dick just right, I can hit it with every move, even from the first thrust. Wanting to maximize his pleasure, I decide to go for it, not being bothered that it requires a bit more precise work.

Sun reacts quite intensely, gasping in shock. Probably nobody’s ever done it to him before; it requires at least a ten-inch dick or a knot during heat, and it’s something Sun has never experienced, being an alpha himself. Now, as I target it, he squirms, pants, moans, and produces a constant stream of cum, jetting from his dick in tiny eruptions every few movements.

With all of my nervous system, I sense how beautifully orgasmic his state becomes, as this immense satisfaction spreads through my own body, as my gorgeous lover gives himself to me, sharing the stimuli. God, he’s breathtaking.

"Fuck, you're breeding me!" he moans out.

I smirk, happy that I could give him some new experiences, but it also means my own pleasure skyrockets, and soon I need to stop, before it overloads. So I open my eyes for a sec, and then I squeeze my eyes shut again.

Seeing his wounded back cools me down, allowing me to draw it out a bit. And I just want to lose myself in his heat a bit longer, in how tight he is, how hot.

Sun’s micro-orgasms get more frequent, and in barely two minutes of steady, deep breeding, he makes a strangled sound and his dick finally ejects the main load.

He curses under his breath, apparently overwhelmed by the intensity of it. I manage to hold off a bit longer, but it’s not easy while I’m riding every tiny wave of sensation coming from him, as if I were a participant in his blissful experience. Every little shiver shooting from him reflects in my cock and disperses into my whole body.

When I get close again, I do the same thing. Open my eyes. Look. Remind myself of his fate, cool down, and then go back to fucking.

Another ten minutes pass like that. Sun seems absolutely in love with breeding sex: squirming, purring, whimpering. Since it’s rare for betas and alphas to experience this kind of legendary intensity, he clearly tries to revel in every sensation, stretching out the ecstasy as long as he can. He keeps groaning, and relishing a myriad of tiny orgasms…

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