Page 38 of Big Balls
“Please,” I beg him.
He nods but still refuses to enter me, taking his time to slowly trace my aching entrance.
“Please,” I murmur again, canting my hips upward toward his teasing strokes.
He leans forward and kisses me, slowly easing inside me while our tongues tangle. The stretch and the burn of him filling me is too much, taking over my brain completely. I throw my head back and close my eyes.
I feel him move, his fingers around my throat, gliding along the side of my neck like a warning. “Open your eyes and look at me.”
My eyes fly open at the command, and the sight of him above me and the sudden fullness of him stilling inside me is almost enough to send me toppling over the edge again.
Ethan Alexander’s body has been honed to physical perfection by years of exercise. It’s literally his life’s work to be in peak physical condition. But the visual of that man’s body rising above me is enough to leave me gasping.
I finally remember that I’m supposed to be meeting his gaze. My eyes linger over the shape of every single one of his muscles and finally come to rest on his perfect face.
“I’m going to fuck you now, darling.” My eyes widen at his pronouncement, the audacity of this man trying to have an actual conversation with me instead of simply giving me what I want.
He strokes his thumb along my cheek to my jawline. “There will come a point when you’re going to feel like you can’t take it anymore.” He nods as a sliver of worry fills my body. “It’s going to be okay.”
His pelvis grinds against mine, and his eyes light up at the friction. “But I’m in charge now. I’ll be the one giving you pleasure, and if I want to make you wait, then you’ll be a good girl and wait.”
A series of little fireworks goes off in the back of my skull. “Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, you’re in charge.”
“You’re such a good girl,” he croons, running his hand from my waist to one of my breasts. “So beautiful. So tight and hot and wet for me.”
“Oh,” I cry out, my body buckling under his touch, from the combination of a few thorough flicks of his fingers against my clit and the weight of him there inside me.
He lifts my chin and forces me to meet his eyes. “Not yet,” he murmurs, and then he starts to move.
I can’t help but groan at the experience of having him slowly retreat and then fill me harder than before. “Ethan,” I cry out, my hand reaching up his muscular chest toward the shape of his face.
“You can come now, darling, but I’m not done with you yet. I’m going to fuck you until you beg me for mercy.”
Ethan Alexander fucks me hard and thoroughly, not even slowing down for a moment when I start my next orgasm. Instead he pulls my chin up and makes me face him. “Again,” he growls, and my body obeys him.
When he doesn’t pause or even slow down after my most recent orgasm, I do start to panic. It’s impossible to come this many times. I count myself lucky if I get to one, honestly. And yet this man is somehow speeding along toward my fifth orgasm of the night.
He’s barely even broken a sweat, and I’m concerned about whether I need to rehydrate yet. It’s going to be a long night.
“More?” he asks, and I start to shake my head, but then I reconsider. If I have to die from being fucked to death, then it might as well be from the most attractive man I’ve ever seen in real life.
I nod instead, and manage to open my eyes and look at him. “Please, Ethan,” I murmur.
Unbelievably, he picks up the pace. At last, he’s fucking me so hard that the entire bed is shaking. He lifts his hands to his mouth and licks his index finger and thumb, then returns them to my clit.
My legs shake, and I come again, twice in quick succession. “I can’t—” My voice breaks, rough from all the noise I’ve been making. “I can’t.” My breathing is coming too quickly, and I feel lightheaded, like I might pass out.
“Shhhh,” he whispers, putting one hand over my mouth to muffle my cries. “Now one more time.”
I shake my head, actual tears falling from my eyes from the overwhelming sensations. “Please,” I beg him as he pulls out of me completely, staring at my body as it quivers under his hot gaze.
My flesh spasms in the anticipation of more pleasure—or aftershocks from the last orgasms. My body is lax and sweaty, and I’m breathing hard through my nostrils by the time he releases my mouth.
He stands and moves to the edge of the bed, turning and pulling me into the position he wants. I don’t understand how he’s able to stand up at this point, when I am starting to be concerned that I’ll never walk again.
Ethan Alexander nudges at my opening with the tip of his cock, and I let out a high-pitched moan when he slides back inside me. My legs are straight up against his chest, and the feeling is so intense, so filling, that I feel like I could black out.
“You’re mine now,” he says as he picks up speed, then lifts my hips up to the angle he wants. “I want you to be thinking about me every time you sit down this entire week.”
