Ginger’s wet “Burritos & Beer” T-shirt reveals her white bra underneath and two very excited nipples just waiting for me to suck. I’d fuck her right here in the trailer park if not for a) I don’t do exhibitions and b) Ginger’s back on the run. Without knowing what’ll happen once I catch her, I give chase.

Her Harley doesn’t head for the B&B, instead racing toward the highway. I’m several car lengths behind her, and I catch Ginger glancing back to see me. We’re easily twenty miles over the speed limit, but I’ve driven faster. Based on her ease avoiding cars, I assume Ginger embraces speed often too.

I have no idea where she’s heading. We’re far from Rawlins by the time she makes a last-minute right to make an exit. I nearly skid out trying to reach the same exit. I still end up breaking a few laws to loop back to the exit, but the road is nearly empty with not a cop in sight.

By the time I exit, I’ve lost track of Ginger, but she couldn’t have gone far. At the end of the off-ramp, I have two choices. Either I take a left into farmland or a right toward businesses. Ginger pulled over for a reason, so I assume she needs gas. I don’t spot her Harley at the two stations. Making two passes down the main road, I worry she did ride toward the farmland for some reason.

Then I hear her Harley revving loud enough to be heard over the nearby traffic. I glance over my shoulder to find her in a motel parking lot. Making a U-turn, I speed toward her like a heat-seeking rocket locking onto its blazing hot target.

Ginger stands with her back to an open door of a motel room. She waits for me to park and then she tugs off one of her boots and throws it at me. Watching her disappear into the room, I easily catch her shoe and hurry to the door before it closes. I shove my way inside, only to find Ginger’s other shoe flying at my head. I bat that one away too, causing her to laugh.

“What’s the play here?” I ask, locking the door to make her escape more difficult.

Ginger peeks out of the bathroom and tosses her still damp shirt at me in the middle of the room.

“I can’t tell if I hate you or love you, Oz Savo,” she says and steps out of the dark bathroom to use her bra as a slingshot. “Let’s just fuck and see how we feel once the lust stops blinding us.”

“I’m not blind,” I say, enjoying the sight of her tits and already feeling the heat of them against the palms of my hands. “I can clearly see how your nipples remain rock hard.”

“And I can see how your dick barely fits in your jeans. I guess I was wrong about the lust thing. Why don’t you throw my bra back to me?”

Smiling, I tug off my shirt. “What do you see now?”

Ginger lowers her jeans and wiggles down her panties. Then she gives me a magnificent view by turning around to tug free her socks. Smiling back at me, she stands up and gestures for me to undress.

“Come closer,” I demand.

“No.”

“Can we not fight long enough to fuck?”

“Not unless you’ll keep your mouth shut and follow instructions.”

“No, then.”

A smiling Ginger glances down at my crotch. “Lose the pants, so I can see what I’ll soon have inside me.”

“Shit,” I mutter, nearly coming when I hear her words.

I slowly pop the button on my jeans and lower the zipper. Wanting her to wait for my reveal, I demand control over a situation she’s manipulated until now. My jeans drop, and I let her enjoy how my cock bulges through my boxers. As if to steal back the power, Ginger squeezes her breasts possessively, even giving her thick red nipples a pinch.

“Bitch,” I growl, knowing she refuses to hand me control.

“I’m waiting for you.”

“I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m clean. Checked ten times after Madden even though we always used a condom. Something about him always made me nervous.”

“Never say his name again.”

Ginger ignores my angry tone and asks, “When was the last time you got laid?”

“Months ago.”

“Bullshit.”

“I didn’t want to share chicks with the club guys now that I’m president. Or maybe I was waiting for you.”

“When were you last checked?”

“The day after I met you.”

Ginger smirks. “Of course, you did. Anything to report?”

“I have a huge, healthy dick.”

“Show me.”

I reach into my boxers and stroke my cock, refusing to let her have what she wants. “Get on the bed and spread your legs.”

“Let me see your cock.”

“Sure, once your pussy is waiting for me.”

Ginger leans back on the balls of her feet and then rolls forward. Her tits bounce alluringly. Cocking an eyebrow, she murmurs, “I notice your pre-cum is leaking through your boxers. Maybe you should pull out your cock and let me see what you’re packing.”

“How wet is your pussy right now? I bet you’re not even ready for my cock. Better keep teasing those nipples until your pussy is leaking like my cock.”

“Aren’t you worried you’ll come before I’ve gotten myself ready?” she taunts while licking her thumbs and index fingers.

I watch her take her wet digits and stroke her nipples the way my tongue aches to do. My hand works faster at my erection.

“Coming now doesn’t keep me from being rock hard when your pussy stops being the Sahara Desert and is ready to be fucked.”

“Sahara Desert, huh?” she asks and lowers one hand to the spot where her blonde pubes beckon for my attention. I watch her spread her pussy open and slide her finger between what I can only imagine tastes like heaven. “Feels pretty damp to me. Perhaps, it’ll get Amazon rainforest wet if I play with my clit.”

Ginger holds my gaze and teases a spot I plan to soon own. When I stroke myself faster, her fingers follow the same speed. Suddenly, we’re having a contest to see who can come first.

What the fuck is wrong with us?

Letting go of my dick, I move at Ginger with enough speed to keep her from reacting. I sweep her off the ground and just as quickly drop her onto the bed and cover her body with mine.

“You win,” I say before kissing Ginger.

Hearing the magic words, she spreads her legs under me and wraps her arms tightly around my neck. I inch down my boxers just enough for the head of my cock to find its way into Ginger. I thrust into Ginger who shoves her hips against mine, craving me deeper.

I want to own more than every inch of her body. Ginger is the only woman to make me doubt myself, and she’s the only woman to make me feel invincible. I can’t just fuck her. Or simply possess her body. I need to rule her heart until submitting to me isn’t an affront to everything she thinks Ginger Snaps stands for.