Page 37 of Big Balls
“Yes, please,” she says and nods as she sways toward the bed.
Then she looks over her shoulder at me, right as she reaches the bed. “How come you didn’t take my panties off yet? They’re soaking wet now, probably ruined.” She flushes, even though I want us to be well past this initial awkwardness and well into her second and third orgasms as soon as possible.
“I don’t want you wearing panties around me anymore. The next time you do, I’m going to ruin those, too, by tearing them off of you.”
I slide my hand down the column of her spine, but this time when I sink to my knees, I have her underwear wrapped around my fingers.
“Now get on your hands and knees for me baby. Let me show you what your body can do.”
12
Zoe
The second time I come,Ethan Alexander is eating me out from behind, with two fingers circling my clit.
I grip my hand against my mouth to stifle the cries he wrings from me. I’ve never believed in multiple orgasms, but it turns out multiple orgasms are a real thing that happens with Ethan Alexander.
Maybe it’s because it’s been so long, but I’ve decided it’s simply because the man who is doing this to me is so deeply focused on everything that he does that it’s easy for him to give me pleasure.
He doesn’t give me a moment to come down, but instead shifts so his mouth is affixed to my clit and he’s stroking a place inside of me that draws deep, guttural moans from my throat.
I didn’t know that my body could feel pleasure like this, strong enough that I feel like my brain is going to shut down or as if I can’t take any more. But Ethan is relentless, stroking me deep inside with his talented fingers, swirling his tongue across my clit and making a hungry sound that makes everything so much hotter.
Everything in my body tenses, and I come for a third time. I collapse onto the bed, unable to stay upright any longer.
Ethan rises up on one elbow and slowly, deliberately licks the taste of me from his fingers. “You know we’re just getting started, right? I don’t even have my clothes off yet.”
I’m shocked to see he’s right. Somehow I’ve ended up naked and wrecked, three separate orgasms in, and Ethan Alexander is still fully dressed.
“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off? Or am I the only one getting naked tonight?” My voice sounds thready and weak.
“And what makes you think you’re in charge of my clothes, hmmm?” He raises one eyebrow at me, and if I didn’t know it already, I can feel that I’m in way over my head here.
But he obliges me by standing up and ever so slowly removing his shirt. Then he reaches for the button on his pants and, with a devilish smile at me, removes his pants and boxer briefs together.
Despite my exhaustion, my body hums to life again. Because the man in front of me is a work of art. Every single inch of his sculpted, beautiful body is sheer athletic perfection. I want to kiss and lick every bit of his skin, especially those two little muscles near his waist—the ones that point directly at the largest cock I have ever seen on a man.
Ethan Alexander’s nickname has it all wrong. I’m sure his balls are also fantastic, but his hard cock is exquisite. Something past big, and the size of it makes me briefly worry that I won’t be able to walk afterwards.
Well, if this is how I go out, at least I’ll die happy.
Ethan reaches for his hard cock and strokes it slowly. I take a shaky breath. How is the man in front of me still so laser focused on me, even after all the pleasure he’s wrung out of my body?
I smile sweetly at him, giving him my best innocent look. “I know we’re supposed to be quiet, but if you fuck me right now, there’s no way I can be anything other than loud.”
Ethan moves back toward the bed, kissing his way up my body. When he reaches my mouth, I can taste myself on him, and it drives me wild.
I feel his hands on me, pulling our bodies closer together. I can feel the hot throb of his cock against the skin of my thighs. His mouth finds mine again, and he kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. I respond with equal ardor, my hands pulling him closer.
He bites my lips, then my jaw and my neck, soothing each stinging bite with a slow kiss. I can feel his teeth on my skin, his tongue licking the wounds. I shiver with pleasure.
“Condom,” I gasp, using the very last of my brain cells.
He nods and lets me go, yanking the drawer out of the bedside table and pulling out a long strip of condoms and placing them beside the pillows. The drawer itself and whatever else it contained falls to the floor with a clatter.
This time, he takes my ankle in his large calloused hand and rests it along the ridge of muscles at his shoulder. Then he repeats the process on the other side.
After he puts the condom on, he takes himself in hand and rubs the head of his cock against my clit. My body aches and throbs beneath him, my arousal leaking all over my thighs.
