Free Hooped #2 (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series #2) by Claire Adams Page A

times.” He kissed
me lightly on the lips, one hand cupping my breast, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“Do you think you can handle another go?” I laughed, wrapping my arms around
him and pulling him on top of me.
    “If you go slow , maybe,” I
told him, looking up into his dark eyes.
    “I can do slow,” Devon told me, his voice low. He
rocked his hips against mine, and I felt
his cock starting to harden once more, rubbing against my slick labia. I draped
my legs around him, touching him
everywhere my hands could reach, pushing my hips down to meet his. My clit
still felt tingling, sensitive, every brush of his skin against it sending
little jolts through me, but in minutes I was ready for more.
    Devon thrust into me in one slow, fluid movement,
kissing me on the lips and swallowing down the moan that rose up from somewhere
deep in my chest. We began to move together, falling into a rhythm that neither
of us could avoid even if we had wanted to, taking our time. In spite of how
satisfied I already was, I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter, more
and more turned on, as Devon filled me up, thrusting deeper and deeper inside
of me. “Fuck—Devon, you have no idea how good that feels,” I told him, shaking
my head in amazement. Devon chuckled, slipping his arms underneath my back,
cradling me as we both moved together. In moments I felt as if I was on fire,
every nerve tingling, my body tightening around him as if it couldn’t stand the
idea of him ever leaving it.
    I lost all track of time, exploring his body with my
mouth, my hands, pushing my hips mindlessly down to meet his as pleasure mounted inside of me. My final orgasm
was not as intense as the first two—I shivered against him, holding him close,
but as the waves of pleasure rushed through me, it was something
gentler—something sweeter. Devon sealed my lips with his own as he came again,
shuddering slightly against me even as he continued to thrust deep inside of
me.
    He sagged against me for a moment, catching his
breath, and I shivered at the slippery, sensitive feeling of him sliding out of
me. He sank down onto the bed next to me, pulling the blankets up and around us
both, wrapping his arms around me. “I can’t do any more tonight, so you’re
definitely not going to beat your record of orgasms,” I told him, chuckling. I
felt so good all over—so satisfied, relaxed, pleasure humming through my veins.
    “But quality?” Devon tugged at an errant lock of my hair before smoothing it back.
    “Oh totally on quality. You’ve got that on lock.” He
chuckled and pulled me even closer to him as I trembled.
    I curled up against Devon, my mind drifting for a
while, thinking of nothing at all. As the fog began to lift, I remembered part
of what he had said while he was explaining the circumstances of the kiss I
saw.
    “Hey,” I said, peeking up at him through my eyelashes.
“You said that girl I saw you with—you knew her, but not well. What’s the story
there?” I saw annoyance flash across Devon’s face; his lips twisted, and he rolled his eyes. “If you don’t
want me to ask…” Devon shook his head.
    “It’s not you, it’s thinking about that stupid chick,”
he said, leaning in to kiss me on the lips. “I know her a little, but it’s one
of those things, you know?” I nodded slowly, watching him closely.
    “How do you know her?” Devon shrugged.
    “She’s this girl, Kelly. We went on a few dates when
we were both freshmen, but nothing ever really happened with it. Every once in a while she tries to convince me to hook up,
but that ship sailed.” I nodded again, thinking.
    “Seems like you’ve got a lot of girls who can’t seem
to get over you.” Devon looked down at me, raising an eyebrow.
    “Is that a bit of jealousy?” he asked me. I blushed.
“It’s nice—it means you actually want to date me.” I rolled my eyes, grinning.
    “You are so—confident.” I shook my head at him. The
name of the girl tugged at my