Ginger never looks away from my face while riding my cock. She dares me to hold her gaze, but I’m too fixated on her bouncing tits to play the game.

Her hypnotic nipples beg me to torment them with my fingers. Pulling and pinching the red tips, I’m amazed she hid these babies so well under her faded T-shirts.

This time around, I don’t shoot my wad like a horny teen. Ginger rides my dick through two of her orgasms before she reaches back and fondles my balls. She’s clearly trying to make me come. Why is she in such a hurry? Does she know she can’t run away if I’m balls-deep inside her?

“No,” I groan as her fingers stroke my balls.

“Yes,” she whispers and gently rakes her nails over the tender flesh.

“Control freak.”

Ginger smiles at my words because I say them through gritted teeth as my balls betray me and release a gallon of cum into her pussy.

“You look like a cranky baby when you come,” she says and kisses me once I’ve filled her with my seed. “Don’t go jerk just because my pussy begs for a break.”

When Ginger kisses me again, I wrap her in my arms, so she can’t escape. She still manages to climb off me and the bed before disappearing into the bathroom. I use this moment to search for her shoes with the plan to hide them somewhere in the room. Realizing Ginger would drive barefoot, I grab her panties and jeans instead before shoving them under the mattress. The woman is fearless, but I really can’t imagine she’ll ride bare ass back to Rawlins.

Now that she can’t escape, I stretch out on the bed and enjoy the relaxation that comes from getting laid after weeks of permanent erections.

Ginger appears from the bathroom and looks around as if she’s noticed her shit is missing. Her gaze finds me, and she cocks her left eyebrow. Without saying anything, she crawls onto the bed and snuggles against me.

“You tatted your kids’ names on your ribcage,” she murmurs as her fingers tease the tattooed flesh. “Why your ribcage?”

“Parenthood can be difficult and painful, and tats on the ribs hurt like a motherfucker.”

“Did you come up with that on your own or did your mommy give you the idea?”

“All me.”

Ginger smiles softly. “You have a romantic heart, Oz. It’s a bit jarring.”

“Only to you, G.”

“Men with lofty thinking aren’t usually sexy badasses with giant dicks and charisma to spare. They’re nerds who have to be romantic because that’s the only way they can get chicks.”

“I have a soft spot for your jaded heart.”

“I have a soft spot for you period.”

Ginger’s baring a little of her heart for me, and I want to point out how she’s so into me, and how we’re going to fuck forever. I bite my tongue and only caress the spine of her back. Gentle rather than greedy, I behave because Ginger is forever testing me, and I plan to keep her. Maybe I really am a romantic with lofty dreams.

“I can stay the night,” Ginger says, and I nearly jump out of my skin. The woman is handing me gifts left and fucking right.

“I’ll call home and let them know.”

Ginger smiles at my tone. “You didn’t have to hide my underwear. I wasn’t planning on going anywhere. I paid for the room, and I don’t piss away money for fun.”

My hand slides down her back and gives her sweet ass a tap. “I want you to admit two things,” I say, reaching across my chest to tug at her nipple taunting me. “One is you were wrong to mess with my part of the business. The second is that I’m a better fuck than your old goofy-haired boy-toy.”

“As for the first one, fuck off. As for the second, of course, but I don’t provide awards for effort.”

“It breaks my heart you wasted time with Madden when you could have met me sooner and given your pussy what she needs.”

“Without Madden,” Ginger says, grinning, “I don’t know if I’d be ready for you. He was my first boyfriend.”

“I should have been your first.”

“Are we really playing this game? Can I complain I’m not your first?”

“This isn’t about our first fuck. Those ships sailed long ago. No, I mean I should have been the first man to make you crazy enough to think about babies and spending forever with. Not Goofy Hair, but a man capable of challenging you.”

“And I’m the first woman to make you feel that way?”

“Of course. You’ve heard about my kids’ moms. I’m not accustomed to needing a woman beyond getting off. With you, it’s different. I should have been the first man to make you feel that way.”

Ginger studies my face. “You want to kill Madden, don’t you?”

“You can’t even imagine how much I crave that asshole’s blood.”

“I wouldn’t mind beating the shit out of your baby mamas, so I guess we’re even.”

“No, not really.”

Ginger sits up and narrows her eyes at me. “Madden is married with a kid and has totally moved on and will never enter my life in a personal way again. Your baby mamas, both of them I might add, could return to Rawlins and fuck up your life at any moment. If either of us should be pissed about past lovers, it ought to be me.”

“Wrong,” I mutter, reaching for her tits and those tempting nipples. “I never cared about them. You cared about Goofy Hair.”

“It’s true. Madden was very special to me.”

I look up from her tits and frown at her smiling face. “Don’t taunt me.”

“I don’t think your bloodlust for Madden has anything to do with me. It’s all about your ego.”

“Of course. I’ve wanted to claim you since we met. Killing him would help me feel that no one was left in the world who knew you the way I do.”

“Then you’ll need to kill my crew too because they know me like you never will.”

“That’s different.”

“Not really.”

“Why are we talking about this shit?” I grumble, clenching my eyes and wondering if we can go an hour without getting into a pissing match.

“I don’t know. I think we like to argue.”

“Yeah, we do,” I admit. “Whenever you piss me off, I think about your tits, and that’s always a good thought.”

“I thought you were an ass man.”

“No, not really. Men have asses. Nothing special about that, but these sweet tits are quite remarkable.”

Sounding suddenly young and fragile, Ginger giggles at my comment. She rests back on the bed, allowing me easier access to her gorgeous tits. I scoot further down the bed and nuzzle my lips against one of her pinchable nipples. I draw her hard flesh into my mouth, tug her body closer, and suck like a baby looking for comfort. Or in my case, a man wanting to devour the woman who insists on escaping when she belongs at his side.