<strong>Charlie</strong><br/><br/>All the fighting in the world wouldn’t have kept him from soft and supple bit of womanhood  under him. he doubted if anyone would have recognized him…what time and time without had made him. He’d had enough of her fight, and felt his meat should resolve things handily once he entered her. He pushed himself through her assault, and used his body to keep her legs open. Huffing heated air against her neck and cheek, he didn’t waste time with more words. They meant so very little to him now, and her own protests even more so.<br/><br/>In his haste, he’d entered her fully, and animalistic grunt the only sound he made as he pillaged her body. The small reasonable side of him that remained had questioned the state of her sex when he entered, certain that a woman wouldn’t normally be turned on by what he was doing, but that part was silenced in what became a symphony of feeling for Charlie.<br/><br/>He felt a brutal sense of accomplishment as he wildly threw his body against her, pressing ever so much for more…always more. The feeling, as if he bathed in her delightful juices while he pushed aside protesting muscles, beating them to submission with heated ferocity. Each stroke felt slicker than the last, and there wasn’t anything he could do but grab her hair and ground his pelvis into her. His mouth remained slightly agape, like what he was feeling could no longer be put into words. His grizzled face rested into her neck as he lost himself in each thrust, working to get closer to that dull heat that built in his loins, and that unmistakable need for release.<br/>