The Cabin

My muscular arms flex as I’m chopping firewood outside our secluded cabin, sweat glistening on my bare chest in the afternoon sun. You’re watching from the window, already wet with anticipation, remembering how those strong hands felt gripping your hips last night as I thrusted into you relentlessly.

I sense your hungry eyes on me and turn to meet your gaze, a smouldering intensity passing between us. Tossing the axe aside, I stride toward the cabin, my rock-hard cock straining against my jeans. As I cross the threshold, I growl: "Get naked. Now." My voice leaves no room for argument. You know what's coming - hours of me claiming every inch of your body until we're both spent and sore.

The rough wooden floorboards creak under my heavy footsteps as I approach, my eyes locked onto yours with predatory focus. You shiver despite the warmth, your nipples hardening against the thin fabric of your sundress. Slowly, teasingly, you slip the straps off your shoulders, letting the dress pool at your feet. You stand before me, naked and ready, your skin flushed pink with desire. The scent of pine and woodsmoke clings to my sweat-dampened skin as I close the distance between us, my calloused hands sliding up your thighs to grip your ass possessively.

I lift you effortlessly and slam you against the rough-hewn wall, pinning you there with my body. Your legs wrap around my waist as I grind my denim-clad erection against your soaked pussy. "You're already dripping for me", I rasp against your neck, teeth grazing sensitive skin. "Such a greedy little girl." I reach between us to free my throbbing cock, then impale you on it in one brutal thrust. Your cry of pleasure-pain echoes off the timber walls as I start fucking you mercilessly, using the wall as leverage. Each snap of my hips drives you higher, nails clawing my shoulders.

The coarse wood bites into your back with each punishing thrust, but the pain only amplifies the exquisite sensation of my thick cock stretching you wide open. You cling to me desperately, fingernails scoring bloody trails down my shoulders as I pound into you like a man possessed. The obscene wet sounds of our bodies slapping together fill the cabin, mingling with my guttural grunts and your breathless whimpers.

I feel your inner walls start to flutter and clench around me, signaling your impending orgasm. But I'm not ready for this to end yet. With a feral snarl, I pull out abruptly and drop you to your feet. Before you can catch your breath, I spin you around and force you to your knees, pushing your face into the musty cushions of the old couch. I kick your legs apart and slam back into your pulsing cunt from behind, my fingers digging bruises into your pale hips. Reaching around, I find your swollen clit and rub rough circles over it in time with my thrusts, forcing you toward another shattering climax whether you want it or not.

The threadbare fabric of the couch abrades your cheek as I mount you from behind like a rutting animal. Each brutal thrust jolts through you, driving the air from your lungs in ragged gasps. Each brutal thrust jolts through you, driving the air from your lungs in ragged gasps. Pleasure coils tighter and tighter in your core, building to an almost unbearable pressure. You’re helpless to resist the demanding rhythm of my fingers on your clit, hurtling you towards a devastating peak. Your vision whites out as the orgasm rips through you, your body convulsing around mine. Distantly, you hear yourself screaming my name as you come undone, reduced to pure sensation and need.