I managed to take a nice, hot bath before the storm took the lights out. Logan had left me one of his t-shirts and I quickly put it on and jumped into bed. I twisted and turned under the covers, trying to find warmth to no avail. I stared up at the ceiling, wondering where he was. Wondering if he was going to come into my room, if he was going to take what he wanted. I shivered, my body begging for his warmth.

Tired, I scrambled out of the bed and quickly made my way down the stairs towards the living room. The flames in the fireplace flickered with warmth, sending heat across the empty room. The cabin windows shuddered from the gusts of wind that circled around it. I could hear the wood creak from the winds and suddenly I felt so alone. I never thought we’d get hit by a snow storm, especially not on Christmas Eve. My plan was to be back home, having dinner with my family as we waited for midnight to open presents. Instead, I had been kidnapped by an obsessively gorgeous lumberjack who locked me up in a cabin with him. Where he had gone off to, was beyond me.

I made my way to the couch and realized he’d shuffled it closer to the fire. I crawled under a blanket and sighed as I finally found some warmth.

“Here,” his deep voice startled me and I yelled. He chuckled and handed me a glass with amber liquid. “Drink, it will warm you up.” I took a sip and moaned. It was hot white chocolate with bourbon, one of my favorites on a cold night.

He made his way around me and grabbing the blanket, he yanked it out of my hand.

“Hey!” I scrambled for it, but he simply scowled at me. I leaned back and took a big gulp of the sweet liquor as I narrowed my eyes at him. It ran down my throat and I groaned as it heated my insides.

I watched as Logan sat near me. Other than black boxer briefs, he was completely naked. My mouth watered as the light highlighted his muscled torso. Every movement made his muscles ripple deliciously along his body. Black hair coated his chest, sweeping perfectly around his pecs, and I had this urge to rub my nipples against it.

“A…aren’t you cold?”

He smirked. “Not anymore.”

One moment I was tucked into the corner of the loveseat enjoying my drink, and the next I was being swept up into his arms. I barely had a moment to protest before he settled me onto his lap and wrapped the blanket around both of us.

“There, much better,” he stated, patting my bare thigh. He let his hand linger on my leg and slowly started to stroke it, sending hot thrills down to my core. Once again, my pussy was soaked with desire. All he had to do was touch me and I was his.

“Let me go, Logan,” I whispered weakly, enjoying how his sinewy muscles engulfed me.

“You and I are going to talk. Whether you like it or not.”

“I don’t want to talk,” I replied angrily.

I set down the glass I was still holding and tried to squirm off his lap. The motion made me aware of his hard shaft beneath me. Startled, I squirmed even more but only succeeded in taking down the blanket and baring my legs to him as his t-shirt rode up my thighs.

His eyes fell on my body and he groaned. Gripping me by the waist he lifted me effortlessly and propped me on his lap facing the fireplace. My ass was snuggled up against his rigid member and I prayed that he couldn’t feel the dampness forming in my panties.

“Then don’t fucking talk,” he whispered in my ear sending chills down my spine. My body tensed as if it knew what he wanted, and I sat there quietly…waiting. Only our deep breaths and the fire crackling could be heard in the deep silence. Every now and then the sound of the howling wind would engulf the cabin, making me shudder.

He shifted beneath me and I leaned back melting into him, moaning as his cock brushed up against my mound. His hands came around me and drifted up underneath my shirt until the palm of his hands cupped my breasts.

He nipped at my neck and chuckled. “That’s my good girl. Now you’re going to sit there and listen to daddy. If not, I just might have to give you a nice sound punishment.”

As a warning, his hand squeezed my inner thigh playfully. I yelped and wriggled on his lap, lost in the feel of him thrusting up against my covered mound.

“I want you, Holly. Ever since I saw you that night, ten years ago, I’ve wanted you.” He whispered huskily in my ear as his hands roamed my body, leaving sparks of heat everywhere. “I want to memorize every inch of you as I make love to you, baby girl.”

I whimpered as he pinched my nipples through the thin material of his shirt. “I want you to be my Christmas gift,” I could feel his tongue sweep against my collar bone and I trembled. As he took the soft flesh of my shoulder between his teeth I groaned in arousal.

“Stop fighting me, Holly. Stop fighting us. I’m going to have you tonight and you’re going to let me. You’re going to beg me to take you over and over again,” he humped up at me and I could feel the head of his cock through his briefs. A little more and I knew his cock would come out of its confines. He continued to lift his hips, urging me to grind against him. I didn’t stop him. He was right. I wanted him.

“Open up for daddy, baby girl.”

Like a wanton hussy I allowed him to pry my legs open. They hung lewdly on either side of him as he shifted, spreading his thighs and opening me up even more. His cock pressed against my pussy and I ached to have it inside. All coherent thoughts ran out the window and I yearned for his touch all over me. I lifted his t-shirt off my body and looked back at him.

“God,” he caressed my cheek and my heart expanded, “when you look at me like that…” he whispered.

“Take me, Logan. Please touch me.”

At my words, he growled in satisfaction. I leaned back onto his hard chest as his hands swept across me and found their way to the seam of my panties. He fisted the silky material and roughly ripped it in two. I cried out as he threw the shreds of my red silk across the room.

“Now that’s a fucking present,” he whispered huskily in my ear as his hand cupped my mound. His fingertips traced my swollen lips and I moaned in need.

“Oh my God, Logan!”

“Fuck, you can’t deny it anymore, baby girl. You’re so fucking wet for me. Just look how pretty your pussy glistens in the firelight.”

He circled my clit and I screamed out, lifting my hips and pressing myself eagerly into his strong hands. He nipped at my back and I shook in his arms. God, how I wanted this. I needed this.

“I’m going to taste my present now, baby girl.”

He stood up with me in his arms and turned us around so I was now kneeling on the couch. I turned back and watched as he got down to his knees. His beard caused me to jump as it scraped against my soft skin. He nipped at my butt cheeks and growled as he slid the skin tenderly between his teeth. I was breathless and panting as I waited.

He kneaded, and parting my cheeks he chuckled lightly. “Time to beg, baby girl.”

I howled in tune with the wind as his tongue swept across my folds. The feeling of being devoured by this gorgeous man was absolutely incredible. His tongue lapped up at me, digging inside my folds and slurping on my juices. He moaned in hunger as he ate my pussy out.

“Fuck, you taste like sweet heaven, baby girl.”

“Yes, daddy.”

He groaned sucking on my clit as I said the words.

“Ohhhh, Logan!” I screamed out as the naughtiness of our words hurled me into an endless orgasm. Incessant jolts of pleasure ran through my body as I humped back at his face. I could hear him murmuring and cooing at me as I drenched his mouth.

After a few minutes of electrifying pleasure, I realized he’d stopped. I looked back at him and he was propped back on his knees, caressing my flesh with a look of complete adoration and hunger on his face. His beard was coated in my juices and he looked so devilishly handsome as he grinned back at me.

“Now that’s a Christmas treat.”

Turning to him, I slid down onto my knees. I pushed him back onto the rug and I could feel the heat of the fire as it glowed a few feet away from us. I crawled over him, feeling sexy and womanly as I licked his lips slowly, tasting myself on him and loving how I had marked him.

“What are you doing, baby girl?”

I smiled wickedly at him. I was suddenly feeling a strange sense of feminine courage I had never experienced before. The fact that he allowed me to take control only turned me on more and he had no idea how freely I wanted him to own me.

“It’s time to unwrap my present.”

I ran my hands across the bulge in his briefs and his hips lifted up off the floor. “Oh fuck!” He whispered in what sounded like half amazement and half pleasure. I kissed my way down his chest, running my cheek across the hair that evenly coated each peck. I lingered on his abs, licking across each ridge until I got to the seam of his briefs. I slowly pulled them down, gasping as his massive shaft extended out towards my lips.

I giggled and looked up at him. I felt scared and partially thrilled as I imagined myself taking him inside of me. It was a feeling unlike any I’d ever experienced and I was like a little girl in a candy store.

He frowned. “You know, you really shouldn’t laugh at it. It might get offended.”

I bit my lip and shook my head. “You should never be offended. It’s magnificent.” With that said, I slipped his head into my mouth and suckled gently on it. I watched as he threw his head back and gave out a low needy groan.

I slipped him out and stroked him slowly, twisting my hands as I sped up only to slow down once again to suck him into my mouth. I slid the hard silkiness of his shaft against my tongue, moaning hungrily as he had done with me. Fast and hard I stroked as I sucked and soon his hips were lifting upwards trying to bury himself deeper into my mouth. I could taste him now, as his sweet cream dribbled down the small slit at the top. I used it as lubrication to slide him deeper into my mouth.

“You’re gonna’ make daddy cum, baby girl…Ugh!”

A strangled cry emanated from his chest and he slid his fingers tangled into my hair, holding me captive against his pelvis as he roared out his release. I swallowed and swallowed as his thick cum aimed down my throat. He groaned and shook beneath me and just the sight of his undoing was an overwhelmingly sexy and powerful feeling.