Page 54 of A Fighter’s Love

Jackson repeated his action. Then again and again. Plundering Dale’s ass, their flesh slapping up against each other.

On and on they went until. “Ah, fuck, I’m coming,” Dale cried out. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” Jackson upped the pace. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. His buttocks were clenched, his abs taut.

Jenny stepped into the room. The temperature seemed to instantly shoot up. Their frantic gasps and groans louder than before.

She put one foot in front of the other, kept on walking until she stood at their sides.

“Jenny,” Jackson gasped, opening his eyes. “Fucking hell…I’m…you…” His mouth hung open.

She reached out and touched his forearm, her hand small and pale against his wide, inked flesh. “Come inside Dale.”

“I’m going to…ah…”

Dale cried out and his body shook.

Jackson trembled and he tipped his head to the ceiling.

A ripple of pleasure throbbed in Jenny’s pussy. She’d never seen anything so erotic.

The thrusting stopped. From wild and primitive to sudden stillness.

Jenny pressed her other hand on Dale’s back then tipped so she could speak into his ear. “It’s hot watching Jackson fuck you.”

“Oh God.” He turned to face her, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes a little glazed. “You saw?”

“Yes I saw, and if I was hot for you both before, now I’m crazy full of lust.”

“Good.” Jackson pulled out. “That’s what we want.” Despite his energetic last few minutes he was barely out of breath. He really was in peak physical condition. “Get out of those clothes, woman.”

“Now?”

“Yes, now.” He stepped past her to the en suite and she heard the water running as he washed up.

“You should do as he says,” Dale said, sitting on the bed and wiping his hand over his brow. “Or that pretty top will be history. I’ve lost several decent items of clothing thanks to him ripping them off.”

“Oh well, in that case.” She grinned and slipped the soft material over her head. “I should save its life.”

“Yeah, you should.” He nodded at her jeans. “And those poor things, have mercy.”

She popped the button then tugged them off.

“Phew, who’d have guessed that sexy body has been hiding under your clothes all this time.”

She placed her hands on her hips, pleased she’d opted for her prettiest underwear set. “I’m glad you like it, Dale.”

“Shall we show you how much we like it?” Jackson spoke into her ear as he wrapped his hands around her waist.

The next thing she knew she was on the bed, on her back, with big men either side of her. “Oh, okay.” She grinned. “I like the sound of that.”

“Is dinner gonna burn?” Dale asked.

“Always thinking of your stomach.” Jackson frowned.

“No, usually I’m thinking of having sex with you two, but occasionally I have to think about food.” He ran his fingertip between the cups of Jenny’s bra.

“It’s fine, in the oven on timer.” She smiled.

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