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

tugged my panties down over my hips, pushing me
onto my back, stepping back unsteadily to admire the sight of me naked. I
watched him, fascinated, as Devon finished the work of stripping himself that I
had started, pushing his pants and boxers down to his knees and then letting
the fabric fall to the ground, kicking off his shoes and stepping out of the
last of his clothes all in one movement. He covered my body with his own,
pinning me down against the bed, kissing
me until I was breathless.
    Devon rocked his hips against mine, and I moaned out,
pushing my hips down to meet his, as I felt his hot, hard cock rubbing all
along my labia. We teased each other for what felt like an hour, bodies pressed together, hands wandering
everywhere, kissing each other anywhere our mouths could reach. I was soaking
wet—I could feel Devon’s cock becoming slicker every moment as the tip of his
erection brushed and rubbed against my clit, making me tingle, making me hotter
and wetter by the second. I wrapped my legs around his waist, clinging to him;
if I didn’t grip his body tightly against mine, I shook almost
uncontrollably—but I wasn’t willing to give up on the delicious torture even
though I felt like I might die if I didn’t get off soon.
    I twisted and writhed, my hands exploring Devon’s
body, my heart pounding in my chest as I became more and more turned on.
“Fuck—shit, Dev,” I moaned between gasps as he rocked steadily against me,
rubbing so constantly that I thought I might come just from that. “I need—I
need you inside me. Please, babe. Please.” Devon chuckled lowly, kissing me on
the lips as he shifted against my body. I felt his fingers brushing against my
soaking wet folds as he guided his cock up against me, and then in a moment I
had my wish; he thrust into me slowly, pushing past the resistance of my body
inch by inch, filling me up. I felt my muscles flexing around him in little
spasms of pleasure as Devon rocked his hips, pushing deeper and deeper inside
of me.
    His hips pressed flush against mine, Devon went absolutely still for a long moment. I gasped and
panted for breath, tingling in every nerve of my body, already on the edge of
orgasm; I had been waiting so long for this, it seemed like it had been
hours—it seemed like it had been my entire life. Devon finally began to move,
rocking his hips slowly and steadily, pulling out of me almost completely
before pushing deep and deeper inside of me. I kissed him hungrily, my hands
wandering all over his shoulders and back as we moved together, my hips falling
into his rhythm. Devon kissed me all over—my face, my neck, down onto my
breasts as we moved together, slowly building up speed.
    Devon reached down between our bodies, his hand
gliding over my sweat-slick skin, and I
cried out as he began to stroke and rub my clit, finding it by touch, in counterpoint to his thrusts. The tip of his
cock brushed up against my g-spot, making me moan out his name again and again;
I wanted to hold back, but it was completely impossible—within moments, it
seemed like every last shred of self-control deserted me. Devon thrust into me
harder and faster, rubbing against my pleasure centers with his fingers and his
cock. I almost screamed as wave after wave of sensation washed through me,
making every muscle in my body tense and relax in spasms that were so intense
they might have been pain instead of pleasure. I barely heard Devon moaning , murmuring praise in my ear as he
continued to move inside of me, making my orgasm more
intense.
    My own climax was just beginning to abate as I felt
Devon’s cock twitching inside of me. He thrust into me hard and fast, and even
as I struggled to catch my breath, I felt the first slick gush of his orgasm flooding into me. I came a
second time, twisting and shifting my hips against Devon’s as both moaned out,
clutching at each other as if for life
itself. Every nerve in my body tingled, and as Devon slowed against me,
thrusting