Abby Has Gone Wild Read Free Page A

hot and wet. You told me you used not
just my words but my pictures to make you come.
    Then it wasn’t just about your body. You
shared your day, your thoughts on the evils of reality television,
and your favorite books, it felt like more than sex. Or was it just
your body you wanted to share and you shared it with everyone on
the site and our back and forth was the same as what you did with
all the others?” He asks as he leans forward.
    He’s too damn close, his hands are finally on
me. Something, I never believed would happen and he feels better
than I could have ever imagined. My body is begging for more of his
touch, on not just my hands but my breasts, full and swollen for
him, my stomach, twitching against the material of my shirt and my
pussy, I want his touch there so badly I’m leaking onto the chair.
Despite all of that, I shake my head. I can’t tell him that he’s
the only man I’ve had an ongoing flirtation with. There had been a
few men I had responded to but it had quickly devolved and become
scary or crude and ugly. I can’t tell him that, refuse to tell him
that. I know he’ll never go away when he knows it’s only been him I
thought about for the last few months when I played with
myself.
    Fear of not just him but my body’s reaction
to him gives me the strength I need. I pull away, grab my purse and
flee. I’m almost to my car when he catches up to me. He calls my
name but I shake my head and pull out my keys. I’m trembling so
badly, my body suffering from the withdrawal of his touch, I drop
them and he’s there. His hands move around me, flat on the car,
caging me in with his body. No, I don’t want this I think, even as
I fight the urge to lean back into him.
    “Abby,” Breath hot against my ear singes me
down my spine. Need hot and wet flares through my body. My nipples,
are tight points of pain and very visible through the silk of my
bra and the light shirt. “I’m sorry if I scared you. I don’t want
to scare you baby. I just want to fuck you long and hard until you
can’t move, until your pussy overflows with my come, until there’s
nothing left in me. You told me you dreamed of my cock inside you,
do you remember that? You told me you dreamed I fucked you for
hours and when you woke up alone and empty you were sad. Are there
others you tell the same thing to? If so I guess I understand and
it won’t make me happy but it didn’t feel like I was being given a
line. It felt like you wanted my cock buried inside you as badly as
I want it.” He rubs his hard cock against my ass, and I can’t fight
the moan that escapes me. “Tell me Abby, are there others?” He rubs
again and his hands move to my hips, his grip firm and I feel his
touch even though my clothing, the heat of his touch burns me and
then he finds the crevice of my ass and rubs against me again. My
skin is too tight, my clothes hurt against my heated skin.
    “Just you, Jack, no one else.” I moan.
    His right hand slides down my body and I know
where he’s going. I know I should close my legs and push him away.
I can’t, his touch feels too good. Instead, I lean against his
hard, muscled body and simply melt against him, he feels so good.
My legs tremble and I pray I can stay standing as I open my legs as
he inches up my inner thigh and finds the front of my panties
soaking wet. At the feel of his fingers there I gush with
anticipation for him, my hips rock forward, begging for more.
    He hisses my name in my ear, “Abby, tell
me.”
    “I only come to your pictures and words. I
only touch myself while I read what you wrote for me.” I confess
and I’m rewarded with his thick fingers slipping under my panties
and along the lips of my pussy. I can’t hold back the moan, I want
more, need more. His touch feels so good and I swear I can feel
every ridge of detail on his fingertips he’s moving so slow.
Groaning his name, my body is begging for more and my hips rock
again. I want to cry from relief when his