Secret Confessions: Sydney Housewives - Virginia Read Free

He knew it. She knew it. Now if he could only convince her to let go of that shell some more. Open up with him away from the bar. He’d be one hell of a happy man.
    He wasn’t ashamed to say he’d take her any way he could get her and right now he had her naked under him. All he needed now was to hear her beg. “You like this don’t ya, Princess. Like having my cock in your cunt. My thumb shoved up your arse.” She whimpered when he swivelled his hips, wiggled his thumb. “Yeah, you like it dirty and this is almost as dirty as it gets. Wanna get dirtier, Princess?”
    She moaned and pushed back against him. “Please.”
    “Please what?” He licked her neck. Bit her shoulder. “Tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you. Anything you want.”
    “More,” she panted as she pushed up on her toes and pressed her arse against him harder. “Please. More.”
    “More what? This?” Carter pulled his cock out and slammed it back in. “Or this?” He withdrew his thumb then drove it back in repeatedly.
    “Yes!”
    She came. Her orgasm surprising them both.
    Carter rode it with her. He held her hip with one hand and fucked her hard with his cock and thumb until the squeezing of her body was too much and he succumbed to his own inevitable release.
    “Ginny.” Her name was a growl on his lips as he leaned his head against her shoulder and, shuddering, lost everything he had inside her.
    ***
    She couldn’t move. And it had nothing to do with having Carter plastered to her back, his cock still buried inside her. His pulse beat against her spine and his ragged breath burst over her shoulder in a wash of moist heat.
    “Wow.” Virginia hadn’t meant to say the word out loud but her brain was still foggy with post-earth-shattering climax confusion.
    “Ditto,” Carter spoke against her shoulder. His lips moving over her skin in a delicious caress that sent a shiver down her spine. “Give me a sec and I’ll stop crushing you to death.”
    “I’m okay.” And she was. She was so okay it scared her.
    She’d never had sex like that. Her insides still quivered and her pulse hammered in her veins—in her ears. Satisfaction and contentment had never gone hand-in-hand before. She had to leave. But the urge to stay—to fuck Carter again—spiralled through her.
    And the need to cuddle up against him.
    That wouldn’t do.
    Virginia May Wexworth didn’t cuddle. She had hot sex and when the deed was done she walked away. Easily. Carter was already different.
    For a start she knew him. She’d told him things she’d told no other. Not even her closest friend Darla knew what Carter knew. God. In the last two years she’d been more open—vulnerable—with him than taking her clothes off and letting him fuck her could ever make her.
    He shifted, braced his hands on the desk either side of her head and pushed up. A shudder followed by burning need ran through her as he slowly slid his cock out of her sensitive pussy. The man was still hard and all sorts of naughty thoughts raced around her mind before she shut them down and reminded herself she never had seconds.
    “Let me grab something to clean up with.” Carter was gone before she could answer.
    Levering herself up, Virginia took stock of the carnal arch cramping her muscles. She heard water running, and turning to the right saw there was a small bathroom off the side of the office. Now that she had something other than hot sex on the brain, she took in her surroundings.
    The office was well appointed. Her background told her the furnishings, the computer system, weren’t cheap. One thing that had impressed her from the moment she’d stepped inside Boyd’s Bar was the quality of the place. Her gaze landed on the clothes crumpled on the floor where they’d been dropped or tossed. Even Carter’s clothes weren’t cheap.
    Not that anything was obvious, like Nella with her moneyed socialite ways or Lana with her brash look-what-I’ve-got personality showed they had