Chapter 51 Entangled in Lust

Chapter 51 Entangled in Lust
Jackson’s taste. 
So this is what he tastes like. 
I couldn’t keep up anymore and let him dominate me. Even if I had tried to take control, I was too clumsy and inexperienced. My cheeks burned hot as my heart raced. His soft tongue brushed every inch inside my mouth, feeling every part and claiming it as is. My vagina tingled and tightened, a sensation I’ve never felt before, and I moaned into his mouth when he rubbed his crotch against mine.
It felt naughty, but amazing. Forbidden, and yet I hungered for more. I was convinced that he was rubbing his bone against my womanhood, it felt so solid. His hands gripped my waist tighter. The mug I brought him tipped over, splattering ale across the map, but he either didn’t notice or didn’t care. 
I couldn’t catch my breath, but I didn’t want to break free either. One of Jackson’s hands rested behind my head and the other snaked under my shirt and up my side. Everything tingled and my vagina ached. Then the bone he had pressed between my legs twitched. 
A drunk knight burst into the tent, shouting, “Hey, Cap—!” His eyes flew wide and his jaw dropped. We immediately split, but he had already seen everything. “Um… I’ll come back another time,” he said, scurrying out while peeking at us.
Jackson and I panted, trying to catch our breaths. He turned away from me, his face still red as he wiped his lips with his thumb. “I’m sorry, I got carried away,” he mumbled. “…Make sure you get some sleep.”
I wanted to protest but I was still speechless, in a daze and detached from reality. Before I could say anything, he quickly left without looking back.
“O—oh… Okay…” I finally breathed, sliding off the table. My legs nearly buckled. Somehow, my underwear felt damp, but I rid it off as my overactive imagination.
I stepped outside and was instantly met with a nippy breeze. The tent felt far hotter inside. I glanced back to the campfire where the other knights were at, and then at Jackson’s tent where I saw him duck into. My chest fluttered again as I bit my lip.
I wanted more.
I really am out of my mind.
With a deep breath, I followed him. When I stepped into his tent, he was already sitting on his bed with his wavy black hair free from its bun. He ran his fingers through his messy locks, pulling them to the side, but jolted when I suddenly entered.
I remained silent, not knowing what to say, but my eyes must’ve said what I wanted because he leapt to his feet and grabbed my shoulders, dragging me into another deep kiss.
His taste was exhilarating. I couldn’t get enough of it. The submission I felt earlier burned with desire as I kissed him back just as roughly, my tongue shoving against his and caressing everything inside his mouth.
Jackson moaned, a sound I’ve never heard him back before. He pulled me closer and laid me down on his bed. Everything happened so fast. I hadn’t even noticed Jackson potion himself between my legs until he sat up and slid off his shirt. My jaw dropped. He looked great shirtless from behind, but in the front, I’ve never seen so many muscles in my life. I knew what people meant by a ‘six pack’ now. Scars were scattered across his body, but his skin was still beautiful. I couldn’t look away. 
His hands flew to my shirt and he slid it off of me halfway, exposing my breasts but covering my eyes.
”J—Jackson?” I breathed, and then jumped when he grabbed my pants and yanked them off, not enough force to hurt me yet enough for someone in a hurry. I anxiously tried to peek past my shirt as he pulled off my underwear next. My face burned even hotter out of embarrassment. I attempted to close my legs, but he firmly stayed between them. 
Then he untied his pants, sliding them off. My heart raced. 
Are we about to have sex? Is this it?
I’ve been given the talk with minimum details when I became older, but it wasn’t something I had to worry about until it was time to make an heir. The ‘talk’ was several years ago. Anxiety stiffened my body.
Shuffling my shirt a little higher to get a better look, my eyes flew wide when he took off his boxers and I saw what I had mistaken for a bone.
Is that supposed to go inside me?!
Just the thought made my vagina clutch shut, picturing his cock splitting my organs inside. Painful. My high on lust dwindled into panic quickly until he finally took off my shirt. 
Jackson’s face was as flushed as mine, and there was a hunger in his hazel eyes as if he were preparing to eat me alive. Yet, the moment I saw his eyes, that flutter of a hundred butterflies took flight in my chest again.
“Shhh,” he whispered, placing his finger on my lips, brushing it down to my chin, between my breasts, down my stomach, and landing on my vagina. My tense body relaxed under his gentle touch, and I gasped when it slipped inside. He moved his fingers around, loosening me up, and I arched my back with a desperate whimper.
I’ve never felt this way before, my body was going mad. I peeked down right as he slid his thick cock inside. He covered my mouth before I cried out, moaning into his hand. Jackson leaned over me, pinning my legs to my sides as he slowly thrusted into me, and picked up speed. He kissed passionately, shoving his tongue into my moaning mouth again. My vagina clutched his cock as a knot grew in my stomach. 
I broke free from the kiss, pressing my hand against his chest as I whimpered, “W—wait, stop!”
Jackson grunted as he strained himself, slowing down. Anxiety and confusion made me panic. Even when he stopped, the knot grew until it burst. He quickly covered my mouth as I orgasmed, my body shuddering beneath his. 
As I panted, he leaned up and tossed my ankles over his shoulders before grabbing my hips and thrusting into me again. I gasped when he hit different parts. His grip tightened with increased speed, tilting his head back with a moan. My chest fluttered again, his sounds of ecstasy like graceful music. Another knot instantly grew, and my toes curled as I orgasmed again, barely covering my mouth.
My body went limp, head in a daze. Jackson caressed my cheek and I peeked up at him, expecting a gentle gaze, but my vagina clutched his throbbing cock again when I met his intense hunger instead.
Jackson gripped me by the hips and flipped me over, setting me on my hands and knees. He shoved his cock into me, and I couldn’t silence my moan. Deeper and harder, he pounded my wound. My legs trembled, and his pleasured moans made me climax again. He covered my mouth in time, muffling my cry. 
My eyes rolled back as I slid onto my stomach, but he wasn’t done with me.