Page 40 of A Fighter’s Love

“Tell me…about it.” She was struggling to catch her breath.

Dale lifted then smoothed up her body. But instead of kissing Jenny, he caught Jackson’s cheek in his hand and turned him to face him. “You should sample her flavor,” he said. He kissed Jackson—a deep, profound, intimate kiss.

Sample my flavor.

Jenny watched, fascinated. She’d never seen two men kiss like that before. It was so sexy. They were so hot together. She saw a peek of tongue, she wasn’t sure whose, and their stubbled chins brushed together. Catching her nipples between her fingers, she tugged and tweaked and enjoyed the show.

Eventually they broke apart.

Jackson’s eyes sparkled as he licked his lips. “Yeah, she tastes great.” He looked down at Jenny. “Everything about you is sweet and perfect.”

“I’m glad you think so.” She pressed her legs together as a lingering tremor rumbled through her pussy.

“Oh no,” Jackson said, sliding his hand between her thighs. “Keep them spread.” He bit on his bottom lip and narrowed his eyes. “’Cause I wanna make you come again, this time with my cock.”

“Oh fuck, yeah.” Dale sat back so he was kneeling at Jenny’s side. He began to fiddle with his trousers. “And I’ll watch.”

Jenny swallowed. The reality of Jackson’s big cock pushing into her was here.

“Can I?” he said, his voice low. “Fuck you, that is?”

“Yes.” She nodded quickly. “I want that.”

“Good, because it’s what we all want,” Dale said, watching her cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples. “To be a threesome.”

“Yes, a threesome,” Jackson agreed.

Menage a trois.

It was what she’d wanted. What she’d dreamed of and now she’d signed up for it. There was no going back. She didn’t want to. “Have you got a condom?” she asked.

Jackson grinned. “Yeah, right here.” He reached for his trousers and delved for his wallet. He flipped it open then pulled out a red wrapped Durex. With deft movements he opened it and rolled it on.

As he moved over her, Jenny released her nipples. His cock was big and she was glad she was wet from her orgasm.

“Don’t look so worried,” he said, his face hovering over hers. “I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

“I know you won’t.” She wasn’t one hundred percent sure he could promise that but she did trust him to do his best.

“Relax,” he said. “We’re gonna fit perfectly.” His cock head nudged her entrance.

She stretched her legs wider apart, allowing him to gain access.

“Ah, that’s it…” he said, a tendon in his cheek jerking. “Like that.” He pushed in some more. “Fuck…it’s been so long.”

“Since you were with a woman?” she asked, gripping his shoulders.

“Yeah…”

“Two years, isn’t it?” Dale said, running his fingers over Jackson’s head then down his back, his fingers brushing Jenny’s.

“Yes, and worth the wait. You feel amazing, Jenny.” He pushed in, his girth stretching her widthways and when he hit full depth, extending her lengthways too.

She held her breath and willed her muscles to relax.

“Breathe, baby,” he murmured against her lips. “Breathe and I’ll make it so good for you. You’ll come again.”

She blew out a breath and hooked her legs behind his.

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