Page 53 of A Fighter’s Love

Her breath caught in her throat. She didn’t touch the door.

Both men stood in the middle of the room. Dale had a towel around his waist, and his golden skin was glowing and damp.

Jackson had stripped off. He was completely naked and his erection stood proud and thick, his darker skin and black body hair a contrast to Dale’s lighter coloring.

Jenny didn’t move. She felt rooted to the spot. Her fascination as to what was going to happen next held her hostage.

“Your body might be clean, but I know your mind is still dirty,” Jackson said gruffly as he took hold of the towel around Dale’s waist.

“You know me too well,” Dale said, clutching Jackson’s shoulder. He brought his face closer to Jackson’s. “And having Jenny here, in my home, that’s just made me hotter for it.”

“I can tell.” Jackson tugged the towel and it fell away, landing on the floor with a softwhump.

Jenny pressed her lips together.

Seeing the two hard cocktips almost touching created a thrill inside her. It was so profound and exciting. Like nothing she’d ever known before.

“Fuck me,” Dale said. “Now.”

Jackson gave him a sexy grin. “She might come in.”

“That’s what I want, for her to see us. I’m ready.”

Jenny knew this was her cue to step into the room, but still she didn’t.

Jackson reached for Dale’s cock and gave it a slow stroke. “You’ve done so well, with letting her see this side of yourself.”

“She’s different…special.”

“Yeah, she is.” Jackson leaned in and kissed him.

Dale reacted quickly, pressing close and wrapping his arms around Jackson.

Jenny marveled at the amount of toned muscles and potent strength. The thought of being in the middle of them, her limbs entwined too, sent a rush of blood to her clit.

But the kiss didn’t last long. Jackson snapped away, and with one swift movement, he spun Dale to face the bed.

Dale grunted as Jackson tipped him forward and kicked his legs apart. “You’re gonna get it good,” Jackson said.

“Good and hard,” Dale said, locking his elbows. “Now.”

Jackson was breathing fast, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He dipped his head and basted his palm in saliva. He then stroked it over his cock.

“Fucking get on with it.” Dale arched his spine and twitched his ass.

“It’s here.” Jackson positioned his cock at Dale’s asshole. He pulled in a breath and gripped Dale’s hips.

Jenny could hardly believe what she was witnessing. The two hottest men she’d ever met were about to fuck.

Jackson bucked his hips, thrusting forward and entering Dale.

Dale groaned, a low guttural sound that vibrated around the room. It settled in Jenny’s chest and she reached up and plucked her right nipple through her clothing.

Jackson was staring straight ahead, at the wall. He pulled out, slammed back in.

Dale grunted. He hung his head, as though surrendering his body to Jackson.

A small whimper caught in Jenny’s throat.

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