Page 55 of A Fighter’s Love

“Ahh, good plan.” He tipped forward and kissed her.

She gripped his shoulder and moaned softly as Jackson kissed her neck at the same time. The combination of both of them bestowing their attention on her was intense.

“Close your eyes,” Dale said, lifting slightly.

She stared up at him.

“Do it,” Jackson said. “So all you have to do is feel us touching you.”

She did as they’d asked.

“And relax,” Dale said. “You don’t have to do anything. This is all about us making you feel good.”

“Yeah, we’ve just come,” Jackson said. “Now it’s your turn.”

A tug of longing pulled between her legs and her stomach quivered. They were going to make her come. Hell, she liked the sound of that.

She sighed, though the air held a tense quiver as it traveled through her throat.

“We need to get rid of this underwear, pretty as it is,” Dale said.

“Yeah,” Jackson agreed.

Jenny was aware of her knickers being tugged from her legs and her bra loosening. She kept her eyes closed, not knowing who was taking what item of clothing from her body.

When she was naked she arched her back, jutting her breasts upward.

“God, I love her tits,” Dale said.

“Mmm, me too.”

Warm tongues laved at her nipples and the heavier outer sides of her breasts were caressed. Their bodies were touching hers, the entire length, but it was their hands and mouths she was most aware of.

She squirmed as her legs were parted and inquisitive fingers slid through her pussy lips. “Oh…”

“So soft,” Jackson said, kissing her mouth.

“And wet,” Dale added.

She groaned as her pussy was filled with hot, thick fingers. They probed deeper and her warm dampness eased their way.

Her clit was rubbed gently, just enough, in a slow circle.

Unable to concentrate on kissing Dale she moaned into his mouth. Was it him stimulating her clit?

“We want you to come,” he whispered. With our hands on you, our fingers in you.”

“Yes,” she panted. “God, yes.”

Bright lights flashed behind her closed eyelids. She was almost overwhelmed with stimulation. Her breasts. Her pussy. Her clit. Big calloused palms stroking over her body. Hot inquisitive mouths trailing across her skin.

The pressure on her clitoris was insistent. She widened her legs.

“I liked you watching us fuck,” Jackson said against her ear. “Did you like watching?”

“Yes, you know I did.”

“Think of us all together,” Dale said onto her cheek. “Inside each other, fucking, thrusting, coming. We’ll have that, Jenny. We’ll all join as one.”

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