Hooped #5 (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series #5) by Claire Adams Read Free Book Online

Devon alone once more—truly alone, in his room,
naked in my arms.
    “We could have just timed it so that all my moaning
was during the loud parts,” I pointed out, although I’d never really been
interested in having sex in public. Devon gave my hand a squeeze and helped me
into his car, stopping to give me another long, lingering kiss on the lips.
    I was almost trembling with pent-up desire by the time Devon parked
his car along the street leading to the frat house, letting me out of the
passenger side and taking my hand. I was already so wet that I was soaking
through my panties, my skin tingling and my nerves crackling with lust. Devon
and I breezed through the living room, all but ignoring the other guys in the
frat who greeted us, barely even giving them a wave as we went up the stairs to
his room. He closed the door behind us and pinned me against it, kissing me
hungrily, his hands wandering over my body with greedy need, and I knew he was
every bit as turned on as I was.
    I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against
me as I deepened the kiss, letting my hands trail over his shoulders, along his
back. Devon broke away from my lips after a few moments, kissing and nipping
along the column of my throat as I panted and gasped for breath. His hands slid
along my sides, around to my back, feeling for the zipper on my dress. “Fuck,
babe,” Devon murmured against my skin. “I have been thinking about this all
night, ever since you put this dress on.” I chuckled breathlessly, threading my
fingers through his hair, pulling and
tugging slightly as I squirmed and writhed against the hard door.
    Devon finally found my zipper and tugged it down along
my spine, making me shiver at the feeling of cold wood against my hot skin. He
peeled the fabric down over my arms, along my waist, letting it fall to my
feet, and as he pulled back to admire me in my bra and panties, I felt myself
blushing in spite of the fact that he had seen me naked so many times before.
“Hey,” I said, swallowing against the tightness in my throat. “You’re still dressed.
That’s not fair.” I reached out, grabbing the knot on his tie, and pulled him
back to me, kissing him eagerly as I loosened the tie. Devon’s hands slid and
slipped all along my body, cupping my breasts and then drifting down to my
hips. He nipped and nibbled at my bottom lip playfully, pulling me free of the
door and guiding me towards the bed.
    I pulled the silk necktie free of Devon’s collar and
started to work on the buttons of his dress shirt, my fingers fumbling as my
hands shook with the absolute need to get him naked. I wanted to feel his whole
body pressed against mine, his skin rubbing against me—I needed to feel him
inside of me like I needed to keep breathing. Devon lifted me up onto his bed
and finished unbuttoning his shirt, tugging it off of himself and throwing it
behind him without even looking to see where it landed, and I laughed,
breathless and full of desire. He wrapped his arms around me, his fingers
sliding up my spine until he came to the band of my bra. Devon kissed me
hungrily as he unhooked the clasp, gently guiding the straps down off of my
shoulders and the fabric of my bra away from my skin.
    He cupped my breasts in his hands, giving them a
careful squeeze. My nipples hardened into firm little nubs and Devon began to
work them with his fingertips, twisting and rolling them until I cried out at
the jolts of pleasure that shot through my body, seemingly traveling directly
to my pussy, making me wetter and wetter, making my inner muscle tighten in
erratic spasms. I reached down and somehow managed to unbuckle his belt and
open his fly, reaching my hand down past the waistband of Devon’s boxers to
wrap my hand around his hot, hard cock. Devon groaned against my lips, against
my neck, as I stroked him slowly, loving the velvety-soft feeling of his skin
against my palm, the sticky, slick trickle of precum flowing from the tip.
    Devon