Ballers: His Game (Ballers Series Book 1)(7)

I look up at him through my lashes and he is giving me that hungry gaze again. This man is really attracted to me, but that is not what is bothering me. I think I am really attracted to him. All of Stacey’s comparisons in the differences between different races of men start to roll through my brain. Could I do this, be with a white guy? It’s just one night and the thought of his hands on me in the club has me thinking that this may be something I actually want.

The next thing I do surprises us both. I pull my tight blue dress up to free my thighs so I can straddle him and sit in his lap. I brush a lock of hair from his forehead and nuzzle his cheek. His stubble tickles my nose and feels nicer than I thought it would.

“You know you’re sort of handsome,” I breathe as I tangle my fingers in his hair. “You’re sort of really handsome.”

I brush my lips across his once, twice, a third time and he snaps. He palms the back of my neck and nips my bottom lip causing me to moan and open for him. He groans and grasps my thighs pushing my dress up more.

His kiss is hungry but not sloppy like I was expecting. I don’t mind giving him control, I kind of like it. And boy does he take control. He deepens the kiss and cups my butt in his huge hands. I moan, grinding against him.

“Darlin’, you had a lot to drink. Are you sure you want to do this?” He pants as he breaks the kiss to look into my eyes.

“If you don’t want me just say it and we can go back to talking,” I tease.

He curses and crushes his lips to mine. His tongue sweeps my mouth and his hands are everywhere. He scoops me up and stands.

“Bedroom Sweetheart, where,” he growls.

I point up the hallway, “The door at the end of the hall.”

We are in my room with him kicking the door shut in a flash. He toes his shoes off without putting me down or breaking the kiss. Before I can think I am on my back on the bed and he is over me palming and lifting my back with one hand and reaching for my zipper, tugging it down with the other.

I tug the back of his shirt from his pants and pull it over his head not bothering with the buttons. He has his pants undone and shucks them off while I peel my dress down and off. He zeros in on my thong as I go to peel it off next. I peel the damp fabric down and he groans, biting his lip then looking back up at me.

I smile and reach to push back the covers. He stands pulling off his socks then climbs under the sheets with me. His large frame hovers over me again and I am so ready. He reaches between my legs testing and teasing me with his fingers.

“I want you so bad,” he groans. “Sweetheart, you’re so wet.”

His mouth is so wet and warm against my neck, my collarbone, and my breasts. I forget where I am, who I am and who I am with. He is consuming me and I am not sure I know how or want to stop him.

This is not going to work for me. It has been too long and I want him now. I push his hand away and grab for him, cradling his hips with my thighs then pulling him in.

I cry out with the shock of his size and the discomfort from being so tight. I wasn’t expecting so much. I guess some stereo types aren’t as true as they seem. He groans in pleasure anchoring his hands in my hair and then goes to work.

I gasp in surprise as he rolls his hips and bucks into me with long deep strokes. I look up into his eyes and they are so intense and focused on me. His mouth is slightly open and his breath is warm against my face as his short bursts of air burst from his parted lips.

Those lips, they are so sexy. I lean up to lick his lower lip and then bite it. He growls and reaches one hand to grasp my waist and quickens his pace. He is so long and thick I can feel him bumping up against my cervix with each thrust.

“Baby, you feel so good,” he groans, burying his face in my neck.

The moment I feel his tongue glide up my neck trapping my sweat and hitting my spot I gasp and gush around him.

“Yes,” he grunts as my sex squeezes him. He plows right through my orgasm.

I have never and I mean never had a man serve my body like this. If I knew sex could be like this I would have never given it up. I lock my fingers in his silky hair and hold on for dear life. I am drowning in this man as he licks and sucks at my neck.

“Oh God,” I gasp. “Baby please.”

He lifts his head to look in my eyes before capturing my lips in the hottest kiss ever. I have to grab his rock hard back to keep from floating away. He feels amazing inside me.

He breaks the kiss and shifts, lifting my legs over his broad shoulders. I cry out as his penetration deepens. Oh my God, this man is trying to get into my throat. I find purchase in his thick locks of hair only to tighten my hold when his mouth clasps around my breast.

I’m so wet if he were a smaller man he would probably slip right out. His girth is so thick that he is anchored inside me as if he has just found his home. His powerful strokes rock my body. I swear I’m going to need a new mattress and headboard if he keeps pounding into me like this.

“Oh my God, oh yes,” he groans, rolling his hips. I lift to meet his strokes using muscles I haven’t used in so long they are screaming back at me. I marvel at the mix of pleasure and pain.

“That feels so good,” I moan.

“You’re so wet and tight. Your * is so good,” he growls.

“Your dick is amazing,” I moan out of shear sexual insanity, but it is the truth.

“I need you to come for me again,” he says with that sexy drawl.