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He didn’t wait for a second invitation. As for her request, he had no problem with hard, doing or being. Maybe his stamina wasn’t quite as sickly as he’d believed a few moments ago. Leastways, slamming into her seemed to hit the right note for both of them.

“Is this the sort of response you were looking for?” He slammed in deep, and drew back slowly. She was so wet, the slide was smooth and easy. “Is it? Tell me now, Ginny?” His hands clawed at her teeny arse, fingers stroked along the straps linking her suspender belt to those fishnets that drove him so demented. Damn things short-circuited his brain. He wrapped the elastic straps around his fist, and used them to control her motion, jerking her back onto his cock as he hammered forward. “Is this the sort of fucking you desire, a deep, hard, pounding?”

“You know it. Harder, Ash. Do it.” Her body arched to accept him. “That’s good…so good…like the first time.”

Well, in so much as that he was doing her from behind, and it was a genuine thing of beauty. There were two key differences between now and then that he was pleased about. Firstly, Ginny was his, and secondly there were none of his friends idling in the vicinity watching. If any of them showed up and got it into their heads to watch them these days, he’d kill ’em, or blind ’em. It was bad enough knowing they’d been hands on in the past. If they’d tried any of that shit now… Nope, nope, he scrubbed those thoughts from his mind.

“Pound me harder. Smack my arse. Dare you to.”

“Fuck, Ginny!”

“Yes, please… please. Fuck Ginny super hard. Smack her naughty bottom too.”

He raised his hand to do as bidden, but failed to bring it down with the appropriate force. This shit just wasn’t him. “I can’t.”

She looked back over her shoulder at him, and then somehow managed to twist herself around so that they were facing. Still joined, but now facing. Her elbows were resting on the countertop, and her legs locked around his waist. The rest of her was floating. “Come here, you.” She reeled him in.

“I can’t hurt you, Ginny. It’s not me.”

“I know, and I love you for it.”

Her whisky-gold eyes were brimming with emotion. “God help me, I’m in love with you.”

“Yeah?” He knew he was giving her a goofy grin, but what the heck.

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance you might feel the same way too, is there, Mr. Rock Star dude?”

“Babe,” he said teasingly, fucking her with a slow grind of his hips. “I love all the women I fuck.”

“Bastard,” she hissed under her breath.

“But there’s only one whom I come for.” And wasn’t that the absolute truth of the matter.

“Aw, baby. Are you going to come for me?”

He tugged her closer, so that her breasts were pressed tight to his chest. “Getting tingles.”

“Don’t come. Not yet.” She fluttered her inner muscles around him.

“Hell’s teeth, Ginny, you don’t make this easy.”

“Make it last.”

That meant slowing to a near standstill.

“I didn’t say you should stop, just that you shouldn’t let go.”

There was no fear of him doing that. “I’m never letting go of you. Not ever.”

“Is that a promise?”

“It’s a fucking oath. You’re in here—” He slapped his chest. “—forever. And you’re fucking killing me. I need to move, Ginny.” He had to.

“Like this?”

Jeezus this woman had muscles of bloody steel. There was no other way she could possibly be doing most of the work in this position. Ash held on tight and went with it. Whatever she wanted. However she wanted it. He was hers to command. Well, so long as he got to give her a lot of orgasms. In his head, he heard them going off.Blam…Blam…Blam!Like a string of dirty bombs that made her teeth rattle and her face get all screwed up as the wow of it all jerked her right out of her friggin’ body.

Okay, yeah actually, he wasn’t standing still. He clasped her arse in his hands, and drove into her, pushing them both to the limits of their endurance.