Page 39 of A Fighter’s Love

After a few minutes she reached for Jackson’s shirt. She wanted to feel his flesh against hers.

She’d only undone one button when he stretched over his shoulder, fisted the material and dragged it off. He moved upward and connected his chest to hers, finding her mouth at the same time.

She slotted her fingers into his hair and probed her tongue into his mouth.

A groan rumbled up from his chest and he pressed his groin against her right hip. He was hard, and through his trousers there was no denying he was at least as big as Dale.

Dale moved down the bed, trailing kisses over her belly, against her navel and then to the juncture of her thighs. He set his mouth in a heated kiss over her mound as he pushed her legs apart.

Jenny pulled in a sharp intake of breath. It had been so long since she’d been kissed there, and even over her underwear it sent a delicious shiver of longing through her.

“These need to go,” Dale said, tugging at the waistband of her small pair of knickers. “Now.”

“Yeah, I need to get naked too,” Jackson said, moving away and shoving at his trousers.

Jenny lifted her hips as Dale dragged at her underwear. In her peripheral vision she could see Jackson’s cock springing free and tapping against his abdomen. Thick and dark, it rose from a shock of black wiry hair.

But she didn’t have time to study it, because as Dale flung her knickers across the room, Jackson was back over her, kissing her, his body in alignment with the side of hers.

“Open up, honey,” Dale said, pushing at her inner thighs again. “Let me taste you.”

“Oh God,” Jenny murmured.

Jackson smiled. “He’s good with his mouth.”

“I’m sure he is.” Jenny glanced downward.

Dale had slotted himself between her legs, his face hovering over her spread pussy. “Fuck, you’re pretty,” he said, then licked through her delicate folds.

She tensed and curled her toes.

Jackson resumed kissing her and she clung to him, her hands balled into fists.

Dale wasn’t wasting time. He was busy with his mouth and his fingers. Circling her clit with his tongue and probing her entrance.

She bucked her hips, wanting more, and groaned. It wouldn’t be long before an orgasm claimed her.

Jackson fondled her breasts, his lips sealed over hers.

Her belly tightened. Dale pushed into her, two fingers she guessed, and she clamped around them.

The pressure was building. She needed to release it.

Her whole body stiffened. An intense climax was hurtling toward her. She was going to come with Dale’s mouth on her. She closed her eyes and stilled, let the wonderful sensations blast through her body before allowing herself to tip over the edge.

Dale stayed with her as her pussy convulsed.

She cried out, the sound spilling into Jackson’s mouth.

He lifted up and cupped her cheek, stared into her eyes. “That’s it, babe, come, come hard.”

“Ah, yeah…fuck…” she managed, as a full body shake wreaked havoc with her limbs and spine. “That’s it.”

Suddenly it became too much, Dale’s tongue working her pulsing clitoris now an almost painful stimulation.

She scooted up the bed a few inches, forcing him to release her.

“Jeez,” he said, looking up, his mouth shiny with her moisture. “That was incredible, Jenny.”

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