Chapter 52 Gardener’s Desire and Care

Chapter 52 Gardener’s Desire and Care
My vagina drooled and quivered, looser than ever, and I drooled almost just as much into his pillow. My body felt numb, but at the same time, overly sensitive to Jackson’s every touch and movement. His cock still pulsed inside me. Somehow, it felt harder; twitched more. 
The high temperature inside the tent made it hard to breathe, and my hair was damp from sweat. Jackson’s big hand rested on my back and slid down to my ass cheek. I couldn’t bring myself to look back at him; his eyes burned into my side. Whatever gentle warmth had been in his hazel gaze before now blazed with intense desire. 
Still flat on my stomach, he held the back of my hands before thrusting into me again, and this time he didn’t start slow. The power behind each thrust shook the bed. I bit into the pillow, trying to quiet my moans. My body quivered beneath him and squirmed each time the head of his cock kissed the entrance to my womb. My vagina hungrily clenched him each time. 
More. 
I hiked up my ass, and Jackson’s breath shook, immediately pounding me into the bed without warning. He covered my mouth tightly, muffling my scream. The kisses turned into merciless punches against my womb. My vagina began to ache as tears welled in my eyes, but it still felt too good to tell him to stop. Bliss clouded the pain. 
More.
I nibbled on his fingers and slipped my tongue between them, sliding his thumb into my mouth and rolling my tongue around it. Jackson’s breath hitched again, and he immediately stopped moving, stiffening up as he gripped the sheets tightly—tight enough that his knuckles paled and veins bulged. I couldn’t hear his breath, but his cock twitched fiercely, caressing my womb. My body responded; vagina clenching his cock as another knot built inside.
“D—don’t move,” he croaked, barely able to speak.
Why not..??
I didn’t have the strength to ask. Obediently obeying, for once, it took all my willpower not to shove my ass against his crotch. My pulsing womanhood was out of my control.
His cock’s twitching finally slowed as he let out a shaky, heavy exhale. Jackson’s statue-stiff body relaxed as he slowly thrust in and out of me again. 
I can’t hold it in anymore—
I shoved my ass against his crotch, my soaked womanhood devouring his cock as I reached another climax. This time Jackson sat up and grabbed my waist before rotating his hips in a circular motion. 
Jackson’s cock gently rubbed all the right places at a maddeningly slow pace. I repeatedly thrust my ass against his crotch, and he got the point, immediately rotating faster and shoving deeper. 
My body couldn’t take it anymore; the pleasure consumed my mind and every part of me. Losing all sense, I uncontrollably squirmed beneath him. From my restless legs to my arching back, clawing at the sheets and relentlessly rocking my hips back. Jackson pinned me down using his legs on top of mine, and his hand on my upper back—sinking me into the bed. He used his other hand to grip my wrists and pin them above my head until I began to rock my hips rougher, forcing him to let go and press down on my lower back, completely keeping my body still as he continued to work on me.
I clawed at the bed again, biting into the pillow to quiet my moans. This climax was bigger, tighter, and far more stubborn. I couldn’t reach my orgasm teetering on the edge. The pleasure was becoming torturous. 
“J—Jackson..!” I whined, my body still futilely trying to move.
Jackson’s breaths grew heavier as his rotating cock twitched. His body stiffened when I said his name, and he leaned down, biting my neck. 
I cried out, but he covered my mouth a second too late. My stubborn orgasm instantly climaxed, my pulsing womanhood drenching his cock, and the juices flowed down my legs. I was done. A twitching, panting mess. Jackson recovered his stamina and started to thrust into me again. I flinched, my eyes squeezed shut as my jaw clenched. Everything was tender; pain rivalling pleasure. Jackson noticed, and I shivered as he slowly slid out of me. 
My body felt numb, having no strength to move once he released me. Jackson slid his slick cock between my ass cheeks and squeezed them around it. He started thrusting again, and my hole squeezed tight as his wet shaft rubbed against it. A whole new sensation. I liked it. But the moment lust started to creep into my body again, I winced as my tender vagina ached in response. 
Jackson moaned again, thrusting faster. His cock twitched like crazy. Butterflies fluttered in my chest with each sound he made, even as his squeeze on my ass cheeks became painful, until something warm splattered my back.
I jolted in alarm. Only one thing wet and warm against my skin raced to my mind: blood.
“A—are you okay!?”
“Huh..?” Jackson grunted, catching his breath.
“Are you alright??”
Jackson sat up, sighing his satisfaction. “Better than I have been.”
“Then what was that?”
“That was…” he paused and then chuckled. “Don’t worry about it,” he murmured, wiping my back dry with a cloth.
My tension eased, and I was immediately hit with pain all over my body. I groaned as the aches flared up, and Jackson slowly rolled me over.
“Ow..” I whimpered, becoming hyperaware of my bruises. 
Jackson winced, his lips pursed as he looked me over and whispered, “I’m sorry. I lost control for a second.” 
“Don’t… apologize…” I groggily, eyes closing. I almost drifted off until Jackson spread my legs. I peeked down and saw him eyeing my vagina. My cheeks flared with embarrassment as I closed my legs. “Wh—what are you doing?!”
“Stop moving. I need to make sure I didn’t hurt you,” he said. I looked away shyly as he pried my legs apart and gently parted the tender lips. His brows furrowed. “Huh.”
I peeked at him. “What?”
“Nothing. I’m just surprised you're not a virgin.” 
“I’m not?!” I echoed. Jackson lifted his brow confusedly. I quickly looked away. “Oh, right, yeah, that’s… I almost forgot.” I laughed awkwardly. 
Jackson still looked taken aback, but he didn’t question me as he wiped me off with the dry side of the cloth. I winced at first, but slowly relaxed under his gentle touch as he avoided my clit and sore entrance. My embarrassment faded. It oddly felt nice and my legs went limp, even as his fingertips traced up my thighs. 
I kept my eyes closed, cheeks burning again. I could feel his stare. Jackson got up briefly before lying at my side. His big hand brushed my hair aside before caressing my cheek. He wrapped his arm around me. I felt safe, I felt protected, I felt satisfied, and…
I was too nervous to admit the last word. His scent and warmth made me drowsy. My nightmare buzzed in my head.
I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want to sleep. I don’t want to see the void again!
Darkness. The eternal night.