Hooped (The Hooped Interracial Romance Series #1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

lips, his fingers pulling away from me, his hands moving to
caress me everywhere in a way that was somehow strangely soothing.
    After a few minutes, I opened my eyes to look up at
him. “That’s—that’s already better than what I’ve ever done,” I said with a
little grin. Devon laughed, brushing his lips against my temple.
    “Then you’ll really love what comes next,” he said,
lifting me up just enough to unhook my bra in the back. He tugged the fabric
away from my body, throwing it onto the floor of his bedroom.
    “Hey, how is it fair that I’m naked and you’re not?” Devon grinned, pulling himself up onto his
knees to look down at me. I blushed as he took in every inch of my naked body
with obvious appreciation.
    “Well for one thing, you’re way hotter than I am
naked,” Devon pointed out.
    “Still not fair,” I insisted, arching an eyebrow.
Devon laughed, hooking his fingers in the waistband of his boxer-briefs. He
pushed them down over his hips, and my
breath caught in my throat as his cock sprung free. He was big—bigger even than
I had thought. I had fooled around with guys before; I’d gone down on my
boyfriend senior year, and we’d gotten each other off a few times. The knowledge
that Devon’s cock was about to be inside of me was almost enough to make me
want to ask him to stop.
    As if he sensed my hesitation, Devon tossed his
underwear away and lay down next to me, pulling me close. “We don’t have to do
it if you don’t want to,” he murmured. I shook my head.
    “I want to,” I told him.   “I really, really want to. You’re just really...huge.”
Devon laughed.
    “We’ll go slow , then,” he
suggested, laughter still permeating his voice. “If you need me to stop, just
tell me.” I nodded, still not quite convinced; but I couldn’t deny that I
wanted to know what he would feel like inside of me. “Are you on the pill?” He
asked me. I wracked my brain, still foggy from the climax I’d had.
    “Yes,” I said, remembering suddenly. It was the first
thing I did every morning: take my pill and then brush my teeth.
    Devon slithered on top of me, touching me everywhere.
“You’re going to love this,” he murmured against my lips. He slipped down
between my legs, and I could feel the heat and hardness of his cock rubbing
against my soaking wet labia, teasingly close but so far away at the same time.
“Remember: if you need me to stop…”
    “If you stop I swear I am going to kill you,” I told
him. Devon cackled at my comment, all the while guiding himself up against me.
I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as
he thrust into me. I felt the tip of his cock push past the initial resistance
of my body—it was so tight, so full, that for a moment I almost did tell him to
stop; but the next instant, he was sliding in deeper, filling me up inch by
inch with heat, rubbing along my inner walls. I moaned out, wrapping my legs
around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, pushing my hips down to meet
him.
    Devon began to move inside of me slowly, pulling out
just a little bit and then sinking in deeper and deeper, sending little electric
jolts of sensation through my nerves. “Shit, Jenn,” Devon said breathlessly,
panting against my neck. “You feel so good,
baby. So good.” I fell into his
rhythm, pushing my hips down to meet his thrusts, kissing everywhere my lips
could reach and letting my hands wander all over his body. Devon began to pick
up his pace slowly but steadily, giving me time to get used to him before he
started thrusting just a little bit faster, pushing a little bit deeper inside
of me with every movement.
    It felt so good—so right, my whole
body tingling, moving automatically. I could feel his cock
twitching inside of me as my muscles tightened around him in little spasms; I
was getting closer and closer to orgasm every second—I wanted to hold back, but
it was impossible. It felt too good. Devon managed to hold himself back as I
came for a