Page 73 of A Fighter’s Love

Dale took him so deep, deeper than Jenny thought she could.

“I’m coming…I’m fucking coming…” Jackson said, his loud, deep voice echoing around the cubicle.

Dale withdrew, caught Jackson’s cock in his hands and worked it fast and hard. Within seconds the first shot of cum was spurting from the end.

Jackson cried out. His body shook. His testicles retracted.

Jenny leaned forward and licked his slit as another shot of cum burst from it. She took it in, then Dale’s mouth was there, catching the next release of pleasure.

“Ah…ah…” Jackson said, pulling her hair so tight now it hurt, but in a good way.

Dale pulled back, his strokes still firm and fast.

“No more…” Jackson panted. “That’s it. I’m done.”

“Are you sure?” Dale asked, looking up but not slowing down.

Jackson released their hair and slotted his hands behind his own head, elbows facing forward. He closed his eyes and grimaced. “Yeah…fuck yeah.”

“There’s more.” Dale upped the pace. “I know there is.”

“Argh.” Jackson’s belly tensed further and he held his breath. A final rope of cum leaked from his cock, instantly mixing with the water.

Dale stopped massaging his cock.

Jenny released his testicles.

“I can always get four spurts out of him.” Dale spoke quickly, his voice a mixture of pride and excitement. He pressed a kiss over Jenny’s mouth then urged her to standing.

Jackson was gasping for breath, his cheeks flushed. “Damn it, both of your hands, your mouths, that was something else.” He wound his arms around their waists, drawing all three of them together.

Jenny felt so tiny, not just in height but also in width.

“You know what I want now?” Jackson said.

“Anything.” Dale stroked his hand over Jenny’s ass again.

“I want to see you two fuck.” Jackson looked between them. “Now. Here.”

A smile spread on Dale’s face. “Your wish is my command.” He turned to Jenny. “You up for it?”

“Yes. And you most definitely are.” She nodded at his thick erection.

“Here,” Jackson said, reaching into the soap tray. He retrieved a condom. “As we’re not at the bareback stage.”

“I need to get contraception covered,” Jenny said.

“Good plan.” Dale took the condom. “We’re not ready for babies just yet.”

“Yet?” Jenny asked.

“One day it might be on the cards for us,” Jackson said, peeling a strand of her hair from her cheek and tucking it behind her ear. “Do you think your children could cope with two fathers who’d fight till their last breath for them, in every walk of life?”

Babies? A future? A family?

She opened her mouth then closed it again.

“We’d do anything for them and you. But you know that,” Dale said, scooping her into his arms. He backed her up, so her shoulders were on the tiles, beside Jackson.

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