Sweet Spot Read Online Ella Goode

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
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“Yes, really. Do you have any cards by chance?”

“Yes!” Grams had been right about me needing business cards. She suggested it when I told her about the art show. I didn’t think I would, but they weren't expensive to make so I had some done online. I grab some of them and hand them over.

“Perfect. I know you already sold out, but I suggest you stay. Potential buyers might have questions.”

“Of course.” I’m not going anywhere.

I’m pretty sure this is the best day of my life. Not only did my art sell out, but Booker loves me too. For the first time I’m not so sure of my future and what I want anymore. The one thing I know for certain is that whatever it is I end up choosing, I want Booker at my side.

Chapter Seventeen

Booker

Carrie is over the moon happy as we drive home. She was a giggly puppy in bed last night, too, which made my purchases all the sweeter. She sat on my face and then laid her head in my lap, sucking on my dick like a lollipop while I watched the Nationals get buried by the Yankees. At another time, I might’ve been upset over the outcome, but I stopped watching at the sixth inning because her tongue was too clever and her mouth too hot to ignore. I had her hang over the edge of the bed, her neck stretched out long, and I drove my cock down her throat until her eyes watered. She looked hot as sin as the outline of my shaft appeared and disappeared along her throat. I get hard just remembering it.

I take her hand and place it against my thick member. “You want to stay the night at my place?”

She curls her fingers over the ridge and strokes me lightly. “Is there another game on and you need distracting from the bad results?”

“Hell if I know.” I shift down in my seat so she can reach more of me. When are we getting those self-driving cars anyway? Right now would be the perfect time to put it on autopilot and bury my face in her cunt. I really can’t wait. “Care-bear, flip your skirt up and let me finger your pussy.”

“In the car? As you're driving? Other people could see.” She sounds scandalized.

“They can’t. You’ll be too low. Just spread those legs for me. Let me get a little taste.”

“I don’t know.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see her inching up the hem of her pretty floral skirt. Her thighs flash into view and then the pink cotton of her panties. I slide my free hand over her warm thigh and tug the cotton out of the way.

“Wider, Care-bear.” I rub my fingers over her already slick skin, spreading the moisture from her pussy over her small clit and her swollen lips. “That’s it,” I croon. My dick is ready to explode, and sweat is beading across my forehead. I’ve got a grip stronger than glue on the steering wheel. Keeping my eyes focused on the empty road in front of me, I dip inside her soaked channel. She stifles a moan.

“Oh no. Don’t keep that from me. If I can’t see what I’m doing, the least you can do is let me hear you. In fact, I want you to tell me how you feel. Do you like me fingering your pussy, Care-bear?”

“Y-yes.” A shuddery breath escapes her.

“What do you like about it? Does it feel better when I pinch your clit or rub it?”

“Oh, both. I like both.”

“And in your cunt, do you want another finger?”

“Yes, but—” She inhales sharply when I drive three fingers into her tight channel.

“But what about the clit, right? The clit feels lonely? Since I’ve got to drive, I want you to lick your fingers. Are you doing that for me?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” The urge to come in my jeans beats at the back of my head and the base of my spine. My erection pushes against the rough fabric of my jeans. I shouldn’t have free balled it today. I bite the inner skin of my cheek until I bleed, trying to regain a tiny semblance of control. “Reach between your legs and rub your clit for me.”

She hesitates. I withdraw my fingers until the tips sit at the entrance of her sex. “We done then?”

“No. No. I just...in front of you?”

“First, I’m not even looking. My eyes are on the road. Second, I’m not touching you until you do what I say.”

“Oh, you’re going to be bossy like that?” Her words say she wants to argue, but her tone is quick and high. Me telling her what to do is turning her on even more.

“That’s fucking right. Hand on your clit, girl, and don’t give me any back chat or I’m pulling over.” She still doesn’t move. I swerve into the left lane, and her hand dives between her legs. I thrust three fingers inside of her. She gasps and then moans. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” I blink several times to bring the road into focus. There’s a rest stop up ahead, and I switch into the exit lane. Carrie doesn’t notice because her eyes are closed and her head is thrown back against the headrest. Her fingers are busy plucking and pinching at her erect clit while my free hand is fucking her as deep and hard as I can. I drive to the far end, cut the engine, and then rip off her seat belt.


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