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Intentional End

Chapter 14

October 11

Thursday Night

Gleason handed Bobby the water bottle and stepped into the bathroom. Bobby went into the bedroom, set her water on the table, snapped on the lamp and pulled down the covers. He undressed, throwing socks and underwear into the basket in the closet; his jeans and sweater went onto the chair in the corner.

Bobby met Gleason in the bedroom doorway. He embraced her and kissed her forehead. They broke without a word and he continued to the bathroom, she to the bedroom. Gleason undressed, leaving her clothes in a pile on the floor and climbed into bed. Bobby returned, shut the bedroom door as always, snapped off the lamp and climbed in beside her.

Immediately, Gleason moved to him, sliding up against him, and her arm snaked over his waist. Her tongue went to his neck and she licked the whiskers under his chin, sucking a spot on his neck. Her hand rubbed his back and her left leg crept over his right.

Bobby was immediately erect, his left arm slid under her head, his right hand went to her face, thumb under her chin. He sought her mouth and her tongue met his. Bobby groaned and his breathing quickened.

He pushed her onto her back and got up on his left elbow. His right knee pushed against her left leg, spreading open her legs. His tongue moved from her mouth, he sucked her neck and moved down to her breast. His hand slid slowly, slowly to her place. He was leery of going too quickly, of frightening her; he did not want to have to stop – he was not sure he could. His penis was rock hard and throbbing; Jesus, he wanted to be inside her, but he made himself go slowly.

Oh, God, his mouth, his hand – so good, so good! Touch me, touch me there, she thought and arched her hips toward his hand. Why won't he touch me, she screamed in her mind. "Touch me," she whispered.

Bobby stopped, raised his head from her breast and looked at her, "Are you sure?" he asked. Gleason looked up at him and breathed, "Fuck me."

That was all he needed, Bobby's hand went to her nest and he felt her heat and wet before he touched it. She opened wide for him and his finger went straight up, deep, hard, fast.

Gleason cried out and arched against his hand, "Make me come."

Bobby was on his knees and hiked her bottom up against his thighs; her pussy was up, right in front of him. He pushed his cock down, set the head against her slit and pushed hard.

They groaned as one and he did not move. He was afraid that if he tried to thrust, he would come. He felt her heat; she was hot and wet and so goddamn tight! Gleason clenched him; he was bigger than she remembered, huge inside her and she felt every inch.

Bobby fell forward, over her, up on his palms, filling her completely; Gleason bent nearly in two. He searched her face, her eyes shut, her mouth open. Her hands ran over his back, sides, and reached for his butt. "Fuck me. Do it, please," she said through her breaths.

He slowly pulled from her body, her breathing increased. He slowly pushed back in, he had to force himself to go slowly; he wanted to pump her, jab himself in and out. "Fast, go fast. Fuck me!"

"What? What do you want?" he asked, wanting her to talk dirty. "Tell me what to do."

She breathed heavily, "Go hard, in and out, hard. Push hard. Please. Do it hard." Her eyes were closed as she spoke, she panted.

Bobby moved a little faster, but not harder. "No, hard, push hard! Fuck me!" A small whine issued forth and her eyes squeezed shut.

"Like this?" his voice was husky, and he quickened yet again. Oh, he was close; but this was fun, her words fueled him.

"Oh, ungh, ungh!"

"Is this good? You want more?" he could barely speak. He didn't wait for her answer as he felt himself begin to slip over. Bobby rose up, off her, upright; he put one of her ankles over each shoulder, held her thighs and slammed his cock in and out of her. He shoved one, two, three times and then stayed up and he saw white. His cum shot straight into her in a steady stream; his cock did not jerk out his spunk, he hosed into her.

Gleason gasped and came with a wild cry, stiffening, lifting off the bed, her head tilted back. Then, she came again, pumping herself against his crotch. Bobby slumped, still holding her legs and watched as she continued to come. He felt such power, he could do this to her, make her come like this. He began to soften as she began to settle, he pulled out slowly and Gleason clenched him, moaning a soft, "No, don't."

He gently moved her legs from his shoulders and lay beside her, his hand going immediately to her pussy; his cum ran down from her slit, onto the sheet. He played inside her lips, poking his finger in and out, rubbing her clit in a circle, pressing lightly.

"Good," he asked. Gleason moaned and moved sensuously, opening her legs wider. He could make her come again – he knew it. "Want to come again?"

"Yeah," she breathed.

"Tell me what to do."

"That, keep doing that," her voice was light and breathy.

"Like this? You want me to do this?" He slid in two fingers and waggled them slowly. Gleason hissed and lifted her hips to meet his fingers.

"How about this?" he tweaked her slippery clit, pulling it gently and then rubbing it in a tiny circle. Gleason groaned.

Bobby felt himself begin to fill. He wanted to fuck her again and he knew how he would take her.

"Feel me, Honey, pull me," he said to her. Gleason reached for his thickening length, took him and her hand slid easily up and down, his cum and her juice made him wet and slippery. Gleason smiled and stroked harder, faster. "I want to fuck you, Gleason. Would you like that? Huh? Want me to fuck you again?"

"Yes, fuck me. Fuck me again."

Her hand squeezed, pulled, rubbed and he got closer and closer to the edge. "Baby, turn over. Come on, roll over." Bobby took her shoulder, pulled her toward him, up onto her side, and then pushed her gently onto her stomach. "That's my girl," he said deeply, "On your knees, get on your knees." His voice was deep and hurried.

Gleason kept her head on the pillow, facing the wall, and crept up onto her knees, jutting her bottom up to him. Bobby knelt behind her and he ran his middle finger along her slit. Her pussy was thick, swollen and filled with wet. She gasped and moaned as he pressed his finger into her slit; he watched it disappear and his marble-like cock moved of its own accord. He needed to fuck her – now!

He pushed her ass down a bit and she spread her knees, opening herself wide to him. Bobby took his dick in his right hand, moving it along her slit; then, he set the huge, round head against it and pushed gently, watching it dip inside her. Jesus, to see it go in was better than any porn he had ever watched. He pushed again and more of his cock slid in. Ungh, he grunted.

Gleason hissed with every push. "You ok, Glea?" he breathed and pushed again and groaned aloud. He pulled out and then pushed in, god she is tight this way, he thought. His cock was shiny wet when it slid out. He pushed again, and then again and once more, tight, so tight! He pulled out and pushed in, and heard Gleason moan. His hands went to either side of her ass and he began to pump. He moved in and out of her over and over. He watched himself appear and disappear in and out of her.

"Ungh." "Ungh." "Ungh," he grunted with each thrust. Gleason's moans matched his grunts and then she was up on her palms. He fucked her doggy style and she came arching forward, pushing, slamming against his cock. Her come pushed him over and he shoved, stayed and pulled her ass toward him. His hot stream jerked from his cock into her, and Bobby growled like an animal.

Gleason fell onto the sheet again and Bobby pulled from her body quickly. She curled onto her left side and Bobby lay behind her, curled around her. They panted as they settled, he held her and she snuggled against him.

Bobby reached for her forehead and wiped the hair off her face from behind her. "Are you ok?" he asked her, his panting slowing.

"Да. Это было хорошо, настолько хорошо. Я люблю Вас." Yes. It was good, so good. I love you.

Bobby froze. Gleason snuggled and mumbled, "Do you love me?"

"Yes, Baby, yes, I love you. Forever."

He felt her breathing slow and knew she was asleep. Shortly he was, too.

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