His Frozen Heart

I wondered if Cade knew about this hot spring. Maybe he comes here all the time to bathe. I don’t see any other shower or bath device near his cabin. His cabin may be messy, he may have the rugged, bearded, ripped and tousled look about him, but he certainly didn’t smell unclean. In fact, he smelled real good. He struck me as a man who took care of himself.

My imagination stepped into the driver’s seat and I gave in to a delectable fantasy. Something my libido hoped would happen. In my mind’s eye he climbed straight up from the valley towards me in the pool, almost marching, not missing a beat, or wavering. Twenty feet away from me he started taking off items of clothing. He pulled off his hat first, ran his hands through his hair, then off came the flannel shirt. He dropped it as he came, still striding towards me.

My mind skipped over the part where he bent over bare-assed to the wind to take off his boots, because the thought made me laugh. I bought my focus back to his chest and chiseled bits and pieces of his stomach and chest, of which I got a sneaky peek that morning.

The laughter subsided and the sexy feeling returned with force. I imagined him sliding into the water. In over his head. My back arched at the thought of him under there. He surfaced again and flicked his head to the side to shake the water off. I imagined his hands, strong and weathered, but tidy skim over the water reaching towards me. With just his eyes and nose above the water he watched me and moved closer.

Again, he slipped underneath the water, grabbed my ankles and slid himself up my legs, across my hips, then up my torso and between my breasts, out of the water face to face. I thought about us kissing and how amazing it would feel to have his hard body pressed tight against me. My imagination took me so far away I was only brought back to reality when I realized the pressing sensation over my clitoris had come from me, and not my imaginary Cade.

My eyes snapped open. “This is ridiculous! Pull yourself together, Kat.”

He’s just one guy, and not a very friendly one at that. Probably misogynistic too. All the men in this whole big world and I was acting like he is literally the last man on earth. Why was I acting so crazy over him, anyway? He was rude, uncivilized, and uncommunicative, a brute. And he lied about how much food he had squirrelled away. To top everything else, flannel and beards had never been my thing. There must be something terribly wrong with me.

And then, I started to think of how that infuriating man’s rough beard would feel between my legs. So help me, God. I squeezed my eyes shut as if I could stop the relentless images, and tried to pull my thoughts away from him, but instead I thought of those rough hands on my body. I thought of the rippling muscles on a sunny day when they were all tanned and glowing with sweat. They must be really beautiful.

All that wood he had stacked up on his porch. I bet he chopped it all up with his axe while he was shirtless.

My fingers found my clit again.

Oh, what the hell? Who can it hurt if I indulge in a drop of fantasy? After all, you were supposed to fantasize about things you would never do in real life. I would never fuck him in real life. Not even if he asked!

So: a fantasy was in order. And no ordinary fantasy would do either. This one had to be special ... after all, how often does a girl come a across a man such as Cade? I closed my eyes and let myself drift off …

Katrina

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I was polishing a table in the cabin, Cade’s cabin, but a bigger more luxurious one. It had a bed downstairs and the floors were gleaming. I was feeling hot so I’d taken off all my clothes, and wearing nothing but a little French apron with very high heels and sheer black stockings, obviously. My hair was in a messy bun on top of my head.

The polish I was using smelled of lavender.

I heard Cade walk in through the front door and I turned my head around to watch him. He was shirtless and leaning against the door. All those sun-kissed, freakishly strong, and sinewy muscles were on display. His head was tipped back and underneath the coarse beard, all the thick cords in his neck stood out. He ran his hand through his longish hair and his biceps tensed and bulged.

My gaze caught the beauty of the gestures and moved down to his sculptured chest, which was swelling with muscles. The hard tissue flowed down from that chiseled perfection to where his six-pack popped. Why, his whole body was a living work of art. My eyes followed the dark happy trail lower. And lower still.

Oh my! I knew he was hard because he had a clear view of my pussy peeking between my ass cheeks. He was so beautiful and he wanted me so badly.

“Hello,” I said softly, my own lust flaring in me.

He didn’t answer, just walked in while unbuckling his jeans and revealing his massive cock. When he was behind me he licked the skin from my collarbone up to my ear, drawing a tortured moan from me.

“Cad …”

“Shhh …” he hissed, as he snaked his hand between us and ran his callused fingers along my exposed slit.

“Well, well, Katrina. You’re supposed to be cleaning. Why are you so fucking wet?” he growled.

“I can’t help myself,” I whimpered.

“Open your legs wider,” he ordered.

I obeyed.

He dropped to his knees and swiped his velvety tongue over my pussy, then he pulled on my hips, arching my back as he drove his tongue deep inside my wetness. He started licking and sucking my nectar as if he couldn’t get enough.

“Oh yes. Yes,” I cried out, closing my eyes tight.

But suddenly his hot ravenous mouth was gone. My lips parted in shock as he shoved two fingers into me and started fucking me with them.

“Is this what you were waiting for?” he demanded. “Is this why you’re dressed like a dirty girl?”

“Fuck you,” I said, but I was trembling with anticipation.

He chuckled softly and stood. I heard his jeans fall to the floor. He grabbed one of my breasts in one hand and squeezed the round globe while tugging on the nipple. I moaned with the exquisite sensation. Raking his other hand into my messy bun, he grabbed a handful of hair.

He pulled my head back at the same

time that he rammed his cock into me. No condom, no protection. Nothing just his bare cock completely buried inside my pussy and his hard stomach and chest pressed tight against my back. I screamed at the invasion.

I was no virgin, but he was so well hung when he forced himself into me, I felt as if all the other men had been only boys, their penises not yet developed. With Cade, it felt as if he was ripping me apart from the inside out.

“God, you’re tight,” he groaned, as I bent in half and pushed my hips back against him. In that position my calves began to ache.

I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably as he kept on slamming hard and fast into me. He took his hand off my breast and pulled at my clit as he continued to drive himself deep into me. My clit throbbed wildly against his hand and I knew I couldn’t last much longer.

“You wanted to feel out of control. You wanted me to take you roughly, without permission?” he snarled.

“Yes,” I said, but I was almost incoherent with pleasure.

“I’m going to come,” I screamed, as I began to lose control.

Then my body started to spasm and clamp down on his cock. As my body sucked and milked him, he bit down on my shoulder and fucked me ruthlessly. I felt his cock pump hot cum into me and it was the most exquisite feeling in the world ...

My heart was racing with the intensity of my climax and my skin had reached the prune stage. When I built up enough courage and braced myself against the cold, I dashed out of the water, and, no kidding, the freezing air enveloped me like an icy blanket. I felt as if the water on my body was turning to ice. Vigorously I dried myself with the exterior of my coat. Then I dressed in record time. Much faster than I had undressed. Leggings do not move well over wet skin, but I pulled them so hard, I almost ripped them.