Cabin Fever Cravings for Hot Fucking

Snowed in with an arrogant cop!

For the past few weeks, a power-hungry cop has been undercover at my lodging cabins. He’s been looking for a suspect known to stop at my place on his way to make his special deliveries. This isn’t the first time I’ve helped out the police, but this guy is a piece of work. He is getting restless with his mission and becoming more insufferable. But a winterstorm will force him to face his cabin fever cravings.

When I first met Officer Hotshot, it was clear he thought very highly of himself. It didn’t take long for him to start barking orders at my staff like he owned the place. I don’t mind helping out the cops, but they will respect my business and my staff. So when I strongly expressed this, he didn’t quite like it but respected it. Since then, we have been butting heads during his time here.

As I am checking out a cabin during the storm, the battery on my snowmobile dies. I radioed for some assistance, and for some reason, Mr. Hotshot decided to come to my rescue. But when he does, he gets his own snowmobile stuck, leaving us stranded until the worst of the storm passes. I manage to get the breaker working, then we settle in for the next few hours. Although it doesn’t take him long to start complaining about everything!

Admitting His Cabin Fever Cravings!

When I glance over, I smirk, watching him pace, trying to find a signal on his phone. He doesn’t find my smirk amusing and corners me in the kitchen. I’ve just about had enough of his toxic masculinity and tell him about himself. He watches and listens until I am done ripping him a new one.

He steps closer, pinning me between himself and the counter. My heart starts to race as he admits that being stuck in the mountains has given him some cabin fever cravings. I don’t let his sudden intrusion into my space put my stance, making him smirk more. Rolling my eyes, I push him back and finish making the coffee.

After a couple of hours of solitude, I can tell Mr. Hotshot is getting antsy, so I decide to ease the boredom. We start talking about our lives, and for once, he isn’t being a complete asshole. Before I realize it, he is moving closer to me as we sit next to the fire.  He brushed my hair back.  Then, he confessed that he’s had a thing for me since the first time I told him off. I can’t help but smile as he admits his cabin fever cravings.

He Likes That I Don’t Take His Shit!

Slowly, he leans in, letting the tension of this magnetic toxic attraction build. His hand cups my face as his thumb traces my jawline. I give in, breaking the space between us as our lips crash together. His hands glide around my waist as the explosive tension that’s been building for weeks comes to light. Quickly, he undresses me as he lays me out by the fire.

The crackling of the fire illuminates the lustful passion burning between us. He kisses down my neck, admiring my mocha skin as he pushes my legs open. His hard cock teases my puffy pussy lips before slipping himself deep inside. My hands grip his shoulders, pulling him into me, deepening his thrusts. I squeeze my walls around his throbbing cock, begging for more.

Swiftly, I push him back, climbing on top as I straddle his cock. I brace myself on his chest, letting my sweet juices cover his aching cock until he is about to cum. He grips my waist, plowing himself deep into my core, letting his cum cover my dripping walls. We collapse in the heat of passion, knowing I satisfied his cabin fever cravings.

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