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

thrust into me
slowly. I was still a little sore—even though I wasn’t a virgin anymore, I was
definitely still tender from minutes earlier—but as Devon filled me up inch by
inch, his heat and hardness pushing past the resistance of my body, I moaned
against his neck, clutching him close. He felt so good—so right—inside of me,
his body pressed against mine, that I almost couldn’t believe that I had
thought seriously about throwing it away. I fell into his rhythm, pushing my
hips down as Devon thrust into me, letting my hands wander everywhere, all over
his body as we moved together.
    Devon kissed me all over—my lips, my neck, my
shoulder, my breasts—as I writhed and twisted
underneath him, pleasure building up inside of me more and more every moment.
“God, Jenny, you feel so good,” Devon murmured in my ear, moving faster and
faster inside of me. I could feel his cock twitching, the tip of it rubbing
along my inner walls, barely brushing up against my g-spot as we both came
closer and closer to orgasm. He slid one hand between our bodies and I cried
out as he began to stroke and rubbed my
clit in counterpoint to his thrusts, sending tingling jolts of pleasure through
my body that were too good to ignore. My thighs flexed, my legs tightening
around him as he brought me to the edge of orgasm; I tried to hold back to
savor the feeling, but in a matter of moments I felt the first wave of pleasure
as I came, panting and moaning, my nails digging into Devon’s back. He kept
thrusting into me harder and faster, rubbing me with his fingers as I came. My
climax intensified until I couldn’t think of anything at all; I was barely even
aware of Devon tensing against me, I barely heard his long, low moan of
pleasure. I felt the hot sticky-slick gush of his climax as my own spasms began
to abate.
    As I started to come back to myself, barely aware of
having blacked out from pleasure, I couldn’t help thinking about Kelly. In
spite of the fact that I had changed the subject, and Devon’s suggestion that
we only think about the present and the future, my brain turned foggily onto
the subject of my roommate—the girl I’d thought of as my best friend.
    Why hadn’t she told me anything at all about having
dated Devon? It didn’t make any sense. She could have told me—which would have
given her argument that I shouldn’t have anything to do with Devon even more
weight. She could have even told me just because she wanted to share her life
with me.
    “Back in the land of the living, Jenny?” Devon asked
me, nuzzling against my neck.
    “ Mmhmm . A little bit,
anyway.” I grinned at Devon, opening my eyes and looking up at him.   Devon chuckled, kissing me lightly on the
lips. He caressed me all over, teasing and touching, exploring my curves.
    We started talking as we cuddled and caressed each
other; Devon turned on the stereo in his room, and we started chatting about
everything and nothing, joking about the members of his frat, the different
players on his team. “I actually met Miles the other night,” I told him,
shifting to be closer in the bed to him.
    “Oh? Did he try to steal you from me?” Devon asked,
pretend-scowling at me.
    “Nah, he invited me to tag along to a party, but he
wasn’t really interested in me. Nice guy—you two work well together.”
    “You’ve really been analyzing our play, huh?” I
shrugged.
    “Hey, I told you the first night we met that I was
into basketball. Not my fault if you didn’t believe me.” Devon laughed.
    “I believed you—I just didn’t think you were going to
start coaching me.” I rolled my eyes.
    “I’m not coaching. Just noticing. I don’t even play,
so it’s not like I can tell you anything you don’t already know.”
    We talked about our favorite teams, about Devon’s
possibilities for eventually going pro, and whether or not he wanted to. Even
though I pretended that I was okay, that I was focused squarely on the future
and the present—on