Hooped #2 (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series #2) Read online

  Instead of moving to my soaking wet pussy, he skipped down to my thighs, kissing and nibbling, nuzzling against my sensitive skin. He went from the inside of one knee to just below my labia, and then started over again from the other direction, making me squirm and whimper with need, consumed with the desire he was building up inside of me. “You are the worst tease!” I told him, grabbing at his head.

  “Patience, Jenny,” Devon murmured, amusement in his voice. Before I could say anything about the nickname, he buried his face in my pussy, nuzzling into me, his tongue sliding up and down along my slick labia. I moaned out, my hips bucking, my grip tightening on his hair, as he sucked and licked, flicking his tongue up and down. Devon tasted me thoroughly, rubbing his nose against my clit, working his way between my labia and then slowly pushing his tongue inside of me. I gasped and panted, my hips moving automatically, as jolts of pleasure shot through me.

  Still Devon continued to tease me, bringing the tip of his tongue up along my inner folds until he barely missed my clit and then moving down to the well of my pussy once more, over and over again, until I was crying out with need. He kept me on the edge of orgasm for what felt like forever, avoiding my clit just enough to make me squirm and writhe underneath him, my hips pushing down as my body screamed out for contact.

  Finally, when I thought that I might actually die if he didn’t get me off, Devon brought the tip of his tongue up, swirling it in tight circles around my swollen, needy clit. I moaned out long and low, arching up off of the bed, grabbing at his head and shoulders as he sucked the bead of flesh between his lips, flickering his tongue over it. Jolts of sensation shot through my body as Devon worshiped me with his lips and tongue, turning me on more and more every moment.

  All at once, the first wave of orgasm crashed through me, every muscle in my body tensing and then relaxing, more and more waves of pleasure racking me, working through every nerve, until I was crying out and moaning over and over again. I writhed underneath him, and almost screamed with pleasure as I felt Devon thrust two fingers deep inside of me all at once, rubbing them along my inner walls. He showed no signs of slowing down as my orgasm intensified, wriggling and curling his fingers inside me while his lips and tongue worked my clit. I shuddered underneath him, panting for breath and crying out as more and more pleasure shot through me, making it impossible to think of anything at all.

  He only began to slow down as the spasms finally began to abate, withdrawing his fingers and focusing only on my clit. Electric spasms danced along my nerves in aftershocks, and gradually Devon began to pull back, slowing the flickering of his tongue against my clit, lapping up the fluids that had gushed out of me lazily. I sagged against the bed, unable to even keep my eyes open, panting and gasping for breath. I barely felt him press a wet kiss against my inner thigh, against my hip, and then Devon slithered up along my body to kiss me on the lips.

  “You look so fucking hot when you come,” Devon told me, kissing me again and again. His hands moved over my body slowly, caressing and soothing me, and all I could do for a long time was just lie there, basking in the warm, honey-thick pleasure that filled my veins, smiling like an idiot, shivering and trembling against his body.

  I opened my eyes and realized—all at once—that he was still rock-hard, his cock pressing against me like hot lead. I laughed, shaking my head, as I reached down to stroke him slowly. “Seeing as how we’re all about equality in this thing,” I said, struggling to catch my breath, “Maybe you’ll let me take care of this for you?” Devon chuckled, his hips already beginning to move to my touch.

  “I don’t want to finish that way,” he said, kissing me on the lips once more. “But if you want to get even…” I pushed him gently onto his back.

  “I want to taste you,” I said, blushing at my own daring. Devon grinned and stroked my hair.

  “Go ahead then, babe.” I kissed a path down along his body lightly, sucking on each of his nipples and licking along the ridges of his abdomen. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, stroking him slowly as I worked my way downward. I licked my lips, glancing up at his face. Devon was watching me intently, his lips parted, breathing heavily already even as his hips began to move. I brought my mouth down onto him, taking the tip of his cock between my lips. I sucked lightly, tasting the first gush of precum that flowed out, and Devon moaned, his fingers threading through my hair. I swirled my tongue around him, taking a little more of him into my mouth, rubbing my thumb up and down along the underside of his cock. Devon groaned, and I looked up to see his head falling back, his eyes closing as his hips began to buck in pleasure.

  I took more and more of him into my mouth slowly but surely, loving the feeling of his velvety skin between my lips, the sharp, salty taste of his precum coating my tongue. Devon moaned over and over again, his hips rocking to meet my mouth. I worked the base of his cock with my fingers even as I worked my lips down further and further to meet my hand. I swallowed as more and more of Devon’s precum filled my mouth, and his cock began to twitch between my lips. I moaned against his skin, pulling back to swirl my tongue around the tip before pushing down once more, taking as much of him into my mouth as possible.

  I could tell that Devon was on the edge of orgasm; his hips were bucking, his cock was twitching between my lips harder and harder, his precum flowed freely along my tongue. Devon pushed me away gently, lifting me up off of him and stroking my cheek lightly. “God, you’re good at that,” Devon said, panting. I grinned, swallowing the taste of him down.

  “Not as good as you, if you had enough presence of mind to stop me.” Devon chuckled, pulling me up on top of him, kissing me hungrily.

  “Force of will,” Devon told me breathlessly. “But I want to be inside of you when I come.” I nodded. The entire time I had been sucking on him, worshipping him with my mouth, I’d been getting turned on again, more and more, my body tingling with need. Devon shifted me on top of him, pulling me up and around until I was straddling his hips. I could feel his wet, hard cock rubbing against me, brushing along my soaking labia. “You’ll love this,” Devon murmured against my ear, thrusting his hips up against me. “Ride me, babe.”

  I sank down onto him carefully. Devon reached up, cupping my breasts, squeezing them lightly. I moaned out as Devon filled me up inch by inch, pushing past the resistance of my body. I shuddered, pushing down to meet his hips. “Oh, fuck,” I moaned, as Devon’s thick, hard cock moved deeper and deeper inside of me. It felt so thick, so heavy inside of me, so full.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Devon murmured, thrusting up into me. I gasped as his hips met mine, the tip of his cock pressing along my inner walls. For a long moment, I was absolutely still, holding onto Devon’s shoulders, shivering.

  Devon sat up slightly, rocking his hips against mine, every movement pushing deeper and deeper inside of me. I kissed him hungrily, my hands trailing over his body, moving in counterpoint to his thrusts. I rose and fell on him, taking him as deep as I could inside of me. Devon had been right; I loved the way he felt inside of me in that position. He kissed me everywhere—my face, my neck, my breasts, moving faster and faster.

  Devon tumbled me down onto my back, covering my body with his, somehow managing to stay inside of me the entire time as he shifted position. He thrust into me, slow and steady at first, and then faster and faster, filling me up over and over again as we moved together. His lips trailed all over my face and neck, down to my breasts as he pushed deeper and deeper inside of me. I cried out as the tip of his cock brushed against my g-spot, sending a white-hot jolt of pleasure through my body. He nipped and nibbled at my throat, kissing me on the lips over and over again. I struggled to hold back, wanting to savor it, wanting to feel the tingling pleasure all over my body forever.

  But as Devon brushed against my g-spot over and over again, his cock rubbing along my inner walls, it was impossible for me to hold back. I wrapped my legs around Devon’s waist, pushing down against him, holding onto him tightly as I came cl
oser and closer and then tumbled over the edge into my second orgasm. Flashes of hot and cold pleasure crackled through my body, lighting up my nervous system. My muscles flexed, spasms of sensation jolting through me as wave after wave of pleasure racked my body. I was barely aware of Devon’s body tensing against mine, barely aware of the feeling of his cock twitching hard inside of me; moments after I hit my climax, Devon groaned out, and I felt the sticky, slick gush of his hot come shooting into me.

  Chapter Ten

  I came back to myself slowly, unaware of even having blacked out until I was opening my eyes, aware of Devon caressing me everywhere carefully. I looked up at him and saw his smile, the heat in his eyes. “Okay,” I said, giggling irrepressibly. “That was better than the first time. I’ll admit it.” Devon clucked his tongue against his teeth, shaking his head.

  “Nope, it was only twice—not three 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 mind. Devon was a junior, wasn’t he? But then—Kelly was such a common name that there were probably at least three or five of them in my year, much less in his own year. I tried to remember if the girl I had seen him with looked familiar; but I hadn’t seen her face, just the back of her head and body.

  Devon kissed my neck lightly, his hands wandering over me. “Hey, Dev,” I said, tilting my head back to look up at him once more.

  “Dev? You are getting into me, aren’t you?” I bit my bottom lip.

  “Hush. What was the girl’s last name?” If I could talk to her, maybe, I thought… but something was twisting and whispering in the back of my mind. A suspicion I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

  “Huh. Kelly something. What was it?” Devon considered. “Oh—yeah, Pierce. Kelly Pierce, KP they called her.” All at once the tiny, niggling suspicion in the back of my mind crystallized, and my stomach lurched inside of me. The girl who had been kissing Devon after the game was my own best friend. The girl who had warned me off about him, the girl who knew that I had been with him just the day before. The one who had been only too happy to comfort me, and suggest revenge against Devon for hurting me.

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