Hooped #3 (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series, Book #3) by Claire Adams

HOOPED
#3
    The
Hooped Series Book #3
    BAD
BOY FRAT
    By
Claire Adams

 
    This
book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are
products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not
to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual
events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

 
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© 2015 Claire Adams

 
 
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    Chapter
One
    “Jenn? Babe—you okay?” I shook myself out of the shock
and forced myself to smile. I took a deep breath and decided that I would think
about Kelly later. For now, I was just going to enjoy my time with Devon.
    “Yeah, Dev,” I said, turning over in the bed to face
him. “I’m fine. Just thinking a little bit.” Devon wrapped his arms around me
and pulled me close under the blankets, trailing his hands all over my body.
    “I’m glad you decided to listen to me, to hang out
with me,” Devon said, kissing me on the lips lightly. I giggled, barely
breaking away from his lips while my hands wandered all over his body.
    “Well you didn’t really give me much choice,” I
pointed out. “I feel like you would have kept on dropping in on me until I
agreed.” Devon grinned.
    “I probably would have left you alone eventually,” he
said sheepishly. “I didn’t want to make you feel like I was stalking you or
anything. But I was going to do whatever I could to get a chance to make things
right with you.” Devon nuzzled into my neck, dragging his lips along the column
of my throat. “It was driving me crazy, thinking that I’d screwed up my chances
with such an awesome girl.”
    “Especially when you hadn’t really done anything
wrong,” I said, smiling. “Other than, you know, having a past .” Devon laughed.
    “I wish I could go back in time and tell past me what
he was risking,” Devon said, kissing me on the lips again.
    “Well,” I said, pressing my body against his; I was
already hungry for more, already starting to heat up with desire. “It’s the
past, right? I can’t hold that against you.” Devon grinned, cupping one of my
breasts in his hands and giving it a light squeeze.
    “The past is the past,” Devon said, bringing his lips
back up to mine to kiss me hungrily. “And right now all I want to think about
is the present and the future.” He rocked his hips against mine, and I could
feel his cock already starting to get hard. I pushed my hips down against his,
my hands wandering over Devon’s body, caressing and touching, exploring him
everywhere. “Are you ready for more?” Devon asked me, looking down with a
flicker of concern in his eyes.
    “Ready?” I asked, grinning up at him as my body heated
up. “If you don’t give me more, I’m going to get up, get dressed, and leave.”
Devon chuckled, reaching down between our bodies and rubbing against my
already-wet labia. He found my clit by touch and began to stroke me even as he
continued to rock his hips, rubbing against me until he was fully hard, sending
jolts of sensation through my body that made me hotter and hotter. I wrapped my
legs around his waist, holding onto Devon’s shoulders, running my fingers
through his hair as he kissed me over and over again, rubbing and stroking me
until I was on the edge of orgasm.
    Devon shifted down between my hips, bringing his
fingers away from my clit to guide his cock up against my inner labia, rubbing
against my slick folds for a few teasing moments before he