Page 41 of A Fighter’s Love

He withdrew a fraction then smoothed back in. This time his body caught on her still sensitive clit.

She gasped. The weight of him on her, his body hair brushing against her chest, it was intense, hot, so erotic.

“Yeah, that’s it, fuck,” Dale said. “You two are amazing together.”

Dale’s words, or maybe it was the excitement in his voice, seemed to spur Jackson on. He pulled almost out, then rode back in. He repeated the action, and was soon moving to the perfect tempo. Each time he hit full depth he smoothed over her clitoris.

Jenny moaned and closed her eyes. The pressure was building again. The need to come growing. She’d only just orgasmed but the longing and the want was there again. Her body needed this with Jackson as well as Dale.

“Ah…babe, are you nearly there?” Jackson whispered hotly into her ear.

“Yes…oh yes…” She embraced the orgasm that was rushing toward her. “Don’t stop…please don’t stop.”

“I couldn’t if I wanted to.” He straightened his arms and looked down at where they were joined.

Jenny opened her eyes and stared up at him. He was so beautiful and in the throes of passion even more so—a wild warrior, a Greek god, a man in the prime of his life who was taking what he wanted.

She glanced at Dale as her orgasm reached the point of ravishing her.

He was masturbating furiously, his cock peeking from his hand over and over. His eyes were wide and he was breathing fast. His teeth were gritted and his lips pulled back.

Jenny tipped over the edge and came hard. Jackson’s body was bashing into hers and it drew out a deep, thick climax that spread over her belly, chest and down her arms.

She cried out, a long wailing noise, feeling for once completely uninhibited and able to vocalize her joy.

“Ah, fuck…it’s here.” Jackson threw his head back and stilled at full depth.

As her pussy contracted around his cock, she was aware of him throbbing and filling the condom.

She wrapped her hand around his arm, the one decorated with ink, and squeezed. She’d never forget this moment.

“Oh, my God,” Dale murmured. “I’m gonna…”

Jackson groaned, long and low, then pulled out. He flopped onto the bed next to her.

Jenny was struggling to catch her breath. Her pussy was spasming with aftershocks.

“Your tits, hold them…together,” Dale gasped.

She did as he’d asked, creating a deep cleavage.

He rose up onto his knees and directed his cock at her chest.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jackson murmured against her ear. “To see you holding yourself so Dale can come on you.”

Jenny didn’t answer, she was fascinated at the sight of Dale’s slit widening and his hand moving so fast it was a blur.

“Ah, yeah…” he cried as a shot of cum burst from his cock. It landed in an arc over Jenny’s breasts, basting the knuckles of her right hand. He continued to work himself and groan loudly. Another rope of pearly semen joined the first, then another, and another.

His belly was a taut row of bricks, the muscles in his arms and neck rigid. He stared down at her breasts covered in his pleasure and stilled. “Wow, that was…”

“Intense,” Jackson said.

“Incredible,” Jenny added.

“Both of them.” Dale tipped forward and kissed first Jenny, then Jackson. “Because both of you are intense and incredible.”

Chapter Eleven

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