Ballers: His Game (Ballers Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

just make sure you get moving,” Troy chuckles.
    I hang up and turn to look at her again. She is sound asleep. I want to stay. I haven’t had enough of her. Last night was amazing. I take in her bare chocolate shoulder and want to wake her to show her how much I still want her.
    Then it hits me. We hadn’t used one condom, not a one. I must have come inside her at least a dozen times and I never even thought about a condom. How could I be so stupid? She was so drunk, I was too but I still had sense enough to know better. I swipe my palms down my face and groan at my stupidity.
    I don’t even know her name. With that thought it all hits me. She didn’t even want to give me a chance last night because I’m white. Why would I think I should stick around for her to wake up and throw me out? She didn’t want to give me her name so she sure as hell isn’t going to give me her number so I can call her.
    My decision is made, I get up and grab my clothes and go into the bathroom. I slap some water on my face and gargle with some mouth wash before getting dressed. Once dressed, I walk back out into her bedroom, going to peek at her one last time.
    She is knocked out with her long sandy brown hair splayed across her pillow and a few strands across her face. Her full plush lips are slightly swollen from my kisses and one of the most erotic, sensual and downright nasty blow jobs I have ever had. We can put that black girls don’t like giving head myth to bed. I think black guys made that up to keep us white guys away from finding out what true bliss feels like. I have never come so hard.
    I couldn’t help myself I bend and kiss her lips one last time before I leave. She stirs a little causing the sheet to shift and her breasts to be exposed. I think again about staying but thoughts of her rejection and Troy’s sage advice play in my head.
    “Keep it simple,” I mutter to myself.
    I have a plane to catch and I need to focus on starting for possibly the rest of the season. I pad quickly out of her room and down the hall slipping out of the door. The limo is still sitting there. I tap the top of the car and climb inside. After instructing the driver to head to the airport he pulls off. I feel like the world’s biggest jerk.
    I left without saying a word or leaving my number. I drop my head in my hands and let out a bitter laugh. She didn’t want a white guy, but last night when I was inside of her I made sure she knew it was me no matter my color. She was right there with me every step of the way.
    I swear something pulled inside me as she looked into my eyes and cried out in pleasure. I wanted to own her. Each time she called me baby it slammed into me. I wanted it to mean something to her, not just a name she had to use because she didn’t know mine. I wanted to be hers.
    When she was on top of me with her palms on my chest and she looked into my eyes, with her beautiful brown eyes, calling me baby I forced myself to hear her saying Brad. I wanted her to know my name is Bradley. Images of last night assault me, her in my arms pleading for more.
    Me losing it with the need to brand her as mine, like I knew any sane man would. The way she rode me, rocking her hips and grinding on me like I was the best ride she ever had. I loved the way she sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and looked at me like I meant something to her.
    It was in that moment that I got lost, believing for just that point in time that I was hers and she was mine. I felt a connection with her I never felt with anyone else. It had caused me to swell inside her with a force I have never known. I reached up to tug her head back and watched her ride us both into bliss. Her breasts bounced in my face as I rolled my hips up into her hot sex. She was so wet she dripped between my legs and down my balls. It was amazing ….and I just walked away.
    Shaking my head I try to think straight. I smile to myself as I can’t rid my mind of more thoughts of last night.