<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=91152.msg4040657#msg4040657">Quote from: Writersblockade on 21-12-2010, 22:06:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><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/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Lizzie whimpered as she felt his full weight pin her to the ground.  She tried to twist away, to close her legs, but he suddenly thrust into her, and she yelped out, gasping in to the trees.  He was thick and heavy and pushed into her.  She had not had sex in a long time, her pussy was forced to take his heavy shaft and she cried out in protest, even as a fire ignited in her belly and she felt a wave of moisture wash over her. She needed this, she was alone, lost, with a man she didn't know and he was raping her....but somewhere inside she wanted him to do just this.<br/><br/>He pushed deeper, claiming her molten centre, the soft, silky glove fitted around him, moulding to him as she groaned so loudly, closing her eyes, ashamed at the way she suddenly yearned to feel him fucking her without a care, taking what he wanted, pushing her to that point she surrendered and exploded around him.<br/><br/>"Oh god" she moaned, her hips moving slightly towards him, she opened her eyes, deep pools of chocolate brown, "now you have me fucking do it, make me howl.  Show me what you want." She whispered, enjoying the way he held her down, her nipples so hard as she laid under him, his delicious cock nestled in her sex.  She wanted him to fuck her hard, deep, she needed him to not care but to just do it...<br/>