Hooped #2 (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series #2) (8 page)

“I want to take my time with you,” Devon told me,
chuckling lowly. “I want to get you so incredibly turned on you can’t help but
come.”

“Looking to beat your record?” I asked him with a
grin.

“Oh, always,” he said, nibbling
on
my bottom lip. “If I can’t beat my personal
best, what’s the point in even trying?” He reached down between my legs,
cupping my pussy through the thin, satiny fabric of my panties. He rubbed the
heel of his palm against me, sending crackling,
electric
jolts of pleasure through my body. “It’s not hard to want to make you happy,
you know.” I blushed, grinning like an idiot and not caring.

“You’re supposed to stop that,” I told him
breathlessly, gasping as his rubbing hand brought friction to bear against my
clit. Devon’s fingers worked down between my labia, rubbing me up and down
along my drenched folds, the fabric making his touch feel almost unbearably
sexy.

“You love it,” Devon countered, kissing me hungrily
once more. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and tugged them
down, pulling them along my legs until they came to my ankles. I kicked free of
them, wrapping my legs around his waist and pushing my hips down, my hand
slipping out of his pants. I rubbed myself against him, rocking my hips,
wanting more and more contact between our bodies. I was hungry—desperate—for
what I’d only tried once before, and only with him.

“Hey, wait,” I said. “Remember, we are supposed to be
about fairness so get naked.”

Devon laughed, pulling back and shifting up onto his
knees. He pushed his pants and underwear down, slithering and moving until he’d
managed to get both of them off, and I took advantage of the opportunity to
stare, taking in the soft yellow-orange candlelight lighting up the lines and
planes of his lean, muscled body.

“You look fucking incredible like this,” Devon told
me, staring down at me just as hungrily as I was watching him. “Even better
than last time.”

“You too,” I said, smiling.

Devon covered my body with his own once more, kissing
me eagerly on the lips, his hands wandering all over my body. I pushed my hips
down, rubbing my pussy against his hard cock, and Devon moaned, his hands
tightening on me, his body tensing. “Not yet,” he told me breathlessly,
breaking away from my lips. “Not yet, babe.”

“No?” I asked, confused and disappointed. Devon
chuckled.

“You’re all about the main event, aren’t you Jenny?” I
smacked his arm playfully.

“You were supposed to stop doing that, too,” I told
him, raising an eyebrow.

“No—remember, I’m going to keep doing it until you
learn to like it or until you hate it so
much,
I’d lose you if I kept up.” I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.

“You are the most persistent fucking guy,” I told him.
Devon dragged his lips along the column of my throat, bringing them up to mine
to kiss me until I was breathless.

“I am,” he agreed. “And you love it.” I nodded.

Devon kissed a path down along my body, lingering
on
my breasts, worshiping every inch of skin
that came his way as he made his way downward. I was trembling, shaking,
shivering with need as he teased me, his hands caressing and tickling me, his
hot breath painting stripes
against
my
skin while his lips moved slowly but steadily downward. Devon nibbled along my
ribs, looking up at me with a little grin as I yelped with surprise, squirming
to get away from the ticklish sensation. He continued his way downward,
nuzzling my hip, and I was ready to beg him to finish me off, to give me what
he knew I wanted.

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 closer 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.