Tanya sighed and struggled a little more with the impaling spike of Charlie's cock inside her pussy. No matter what she did would pleasure the man. He was a zero in the equation of life. But she needed all him. Rather, she needed his cock inside her. Masturbating was a thrill and she never failed to get her rocks off doing it but it wasn't the kind of involvement she wanted. She was a woman who needed a man.

A real man.

"Fuck me good, Charlie," she sobbed out, her emotions washing over her. But in spite of the arousal she felt inside, she also knew something was missing. But Charlie might – just might – provide it for her this time. Maybe he would take over. Order her around. Maybe even slap her. Maybe this was the time he would become the type of man she desired most and never found.

Maybe.

Tanya didn't count on it. She lifted her legs on either side of the man's body and shoved them out as straight and fast as she could. The impact of her snatch against the man's crotch sent his prick another inch up into her seething hot cunt. She shuddered under the impact.

"Fuck me hard! Be brutal!" she sobbed out. "I want you to be as savage to me as you can!"

He began fucking her with slow, deliberate strokes, just the thing she didn't want. The motion of the waterbed under her ass helped arouse her, but what she desired most was for Charlie to really take command. She locked her legs behind his back and pulled his crotch into hers.

His cock ground fiercely into her pussy but it wasn't the same. She was the one doing the work, not him. She wanted to be used, abused, reduced to a quivering blob of protoplasm and then built back up by the power of the man's personality, the promise of his cock. This type of lovemaking was all right for satisfying her physical needs but it did nothing for the psychological needs begging for fulfillment.

"You're so beautiful," the man said, his motion deliberate, slow. He gazed down at her midnight black hair and her pale skin, which glowed with an inner light. He knew that it would glow even more after he'd finished fucking her. She would burn like an incandescent bulb, the sure sign that the fucking had been the best ever.