Page 56 of A Fighter’s Love

His words were like honey spilling through her brain. She could hardly sort through them. They all ran into each other.

Her pussy was filled, she didn’t know by how many fingers or whose. But more fingers were stroking over the patch of skin to her asshole.

She moaned.

Her clit was tightening. She was being stretched and stimulated so expertly. “I’m going to come…” she managed.

“Come for us. You’re beautiful when you come,” Jackson said.

She held her breath, became lost to what the men were doing between her legs and how they seemed to have enveloped her in their heated muscles.

Suddenly it released. Her orgasm claimed her and she bucked her hips, flailed her arms.

A single slick finger breached her anus.

“Oh!” She cried out as the spasms in her pussy increased. She’d never been touched there before, but far from being painful it was incredible. Her climax thudded even harder through her, tightening her belly and snatching her breath.

“Good girl,” Dale said, excitement lacing his tone. “Fuck, that’s it, so good.”

“Oh, God…” she gasped.

Jackson chuckled. “You can call us by our earthly names, babe.”

A hysterical laugh caught at the beginning of a long groan. She would never have believed she’d come so hard with a fingering. But then again there were lots of fingers down there.

“It’s okay, we’ve got you,” Dale whispered.

Their stimulation of her pussy slowed, though the fingers stayed lodged deep in every hole.

“Open your eyes,” Jackson said.

She blinked them open. It took a few seconds to focus on the faces staring down at her.

“You back with us?” Dale asked.

“I think so.” She was struggling to catch her breath.

“You’re a wild thing,” Jackson said. “So fucking amazing.”

“I think…it’s you two…who turn me wild.” She cupped each of their jawlines, enjoying the sharpness of stubble on her palms.

“We can live with that, can’t we, Jackson?” Dale said, grinning.

“Yeah, as long as you’re only wild with us. We don’t share with anyone else.”

“As if I’d have the energy.” She looked between them. “Can I ask something?”

“Anything?” Jackson said.

“Who has their finger in my arse?”

“Ah…” Dale looked at Jackson then back at her. “That would be me.”

“I see.” She studied him.

“What can I say? I like pussy and arse and Jackson got in your pussy first.”

“Snooze you lose,” Jackson said. He then leant across and kissed Dale.

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