Page 72 of A Fighter’s Love

He did the same to Dale and looked between them. “How about you both get on your knees for me.” His eyes flashed and he glanced down at his steely erection. “And suck my cock.”

“Always a pleasure,” Dale said, running his hand down Jackson’s sternum, over his belly then catching his cock. He gave it several firm push-pulls.

Jackson’s jaw slackened and his eyelids drooped. “Yeah, more like that. Both of you.”

Jenny adored the way he’d melted with Dale’s touch. She wanted to be responsible for that look of bliss on his face, too.

She dropped to her knees, water splashing around her. With one hand gripping Jackson’s rock-hard thigh, she leaned forward and stroked her tongue over the hard angle between his abdomen and his pubic hair.

He speared his fingers into her hair. “Jenny.”

“Take him,” Dale said, dropping onto his knees next to her.

She glanced at him. Water had stuck to his eyebrows, soaking the small plaster he had there and sticking his lashes together. His hair was flat against his head and his eyes were alive with excitement. She couldn’t remember him ever looking so gorgeous.

“Take him into your mouth,” Dale said, holding Jackson’s cock at the root.

She leaned forward and swiped her tongue over the tip. It had been years since she’d performed oral sex. She hoped she’d remember how.

Jackson moaned. “Ah, babe, yeah. Do it.”

Encouraged, she stretched her jaw wide and took the tip between her lips.

“That’s it, take him deep,” Dale said against her ear. “Let’s have him losing control.”

She sank onto Jackson’s cock, hugging him with her tongue. He was so thick and solid as she allowed him to fill her. On and on she went until he butted up against the roof of her mouth.

“Fuck, that’s so hot to see,” Dale said breathlessly. “So fucking hot.”

Jackson tightened his grip in her hair.

She pulled up, aware of Dale’s hand following her mouth and gripping Jackson’s shaft.

“Oh God, you guys…” Jackson moaned.

“Again,” Dale said. “Suck him again.”

She did. Slipping deep, soaking up Jackson’s hot, sweet flavor. When she could take him no more, she paused for a moment and found his balls, rolled them in her palms.

“Ah, fuck.” Jackson jerked a little, as though his knees had given way and he’d had to brace them.

“Little minx, that always gets him,” Dale said, running his free hand down her back and cupping her ass.

She pulled up and this time allowed Jackson to fall from her mouth. She was breathing fast, her pussy damp and her nipples tight peaks.

“Jeez, you’ve got him so hard,” Dale said, running his thumb around Jackson’s glans.

“You’re both gonna get it,” Jackson said, spreading his free hand on his belly, fingers splayed. He was breathing rapidly. “I’m gonna fucking come.”

“That’s the idea,” Dale said. He leaned forward and took Jackson’s cock into his mouth. He didn’t preamble, just sank deep, filling up. His cheeks bulged and he closed his eyes.

Jenny watched spellbound, knowing seconds ago she’d looked the same.

Again Jackson moaned. “My balls…Jenny.”

She realized she’d stopped caressing his testicles and started up again.

“Oh yeah…” Jackson gripped Dale’s head and canted his hips forward.

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