Jake fantasizes about Abbie

She would want to join me?

Jake already couldn't believe the reality that was Abbie Andrews. She was so beautiful, so sexy, so alluring -- the fact that she ever wanted to be with Jake was astonishing to him in the first place.

In fact, everything they had done had been one 'holy fuck, are you kidding me?' moment after another, all going back to the first time he approached her at the office.

Was that real? Is this real? Am I just in some utterly amazing dream-state virtual reality something and I can't get out? If Jake thought too much about it, he started thinking about what could be wrong with the scenario, about how Abbie must be missing some key aspect of him that would push her away, that he ...

He had to stop. Stop thinking, that was. Definitely not stop fucking. He grabbed Abbie's legs and spread them apart. God, her thighs are fantastic -- her skin is so smooth ... He ran his fingers along her legs and looked down to see Abbie smiling at him as he did. She likes this, he thought. He pulled his cock back and plunged harder into her. He watched her head reel back in pleasure.

"Oh fuck, Jake, fuck me like that ..." she moaned.

And she would want to watch me with another woman? he remembered. No, she would want to join me.

Jake had never been in a threesome. What would that be like? he wondered. He pictured porn movies he'd seen where two girls would lie side by side, and the guy would kind of switch back and forth between. He looked down at his own dick, watched himself fucking Abbie's pussy. He pulled out and held his cock for a moment, shifted his weight, and then half-closing his eyes, leaned down again to push back inside Abbie. He smiled, imagining that maybe it was a second woman.

But why imagine it? he thought. I think Abbie would actually be up for it. She's game for anything. He tried picturing women he knew -- Erica from work, an ex-girlfriend from two years ago, the random face of someone he saw on the drive to the hotel that morning.

He chuckled to himself. Ah, but somehow I found a stroke of luck and discovered this woman, this Abbie Andrews, this goddess -- and not every woman is like that. He found the catch. Abbie was a special case, a truly special woman.

Jake lifted her legs up and rested both of them on one shoulder, turning Abbie's hips slightly as he continued fucking her. He saw more of her ass at this angle, and gave it a few light spanks before rubbing it. God, just a little touch of her ass, and I feel myself getting even harder inside her. I need to never ever ever stop fucking this woman or else I might wake up and realize it was all in my mind.

He pumped harder into her, occasionally sliding his dick out for just a moment, just to experience the re-entry, that initial push of penetration. Each time, he felt Abbie exhale and lean into him, as if each time was like the first time.

She can do anything, he thought. I bet if she wanted to be shared, she could make it happen. He considered it from a different angle. I bet if she wanted to share me, she could make it happen. Maybe this is some kind of supernatural mind control thing, and I'm her minion. He almost laughed at himself, considering the idea. Except no, she's Abbie from PR, and I'm just a fucking dummy who happened to find her in the right place at the right time.

"Don't slow down, Jake." Abbie voice interrupted his odd train of thought. "I want more," she cooed.

She wants more. She wants more sex. From me. Right now. Jesus fucking Christ, Jake, stop talking to yourself and just fuck the girl! He grabbed hold of her legs again, shifting their position once more. He looked down at Abbie, surprised her with a quick but deep kiss, and then rose again, gazing into her eyes, firmly pounding into her, shaking the sofa so hard it scraped across the floor.