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light trail of hair that lined my stomach, Jackie moved to my love cave and inspected it first with his fingers and then with his tongue. When his mouth met my coochie, I couldn’t help but shudder. “You want me to stop?” he whispered, but didn’t stop what he was doing. I think at that point I would’ve tried to kill him had he stopped that sweet trek across my body and my soul. For an answer, I forced his head back down between my legs.
    Every time Jackie’s tongue made contact with my clit, it sent waves of sinful pleasure through my body. Back and forth he went, lapping at my sex like a dehydrated dog in a puddle. I was so wet that I could feel the juices dripping down through the crack of my ass. Jackie must’ve noticed too, because his hungry mouth caught every drop. I tried to replay the incident from earlier and hold on to the anger I’d been carrying, but I couldn’t seem to focus anymore. My head whipped back and forth as the fire building in my gut threatened to consume me, and Jackie drove his thick cock home. I swear that no matter how many times Jackie and I had sex, I still tensed up upon first entry. Jackie stroked me long, short, fast, slow, on my back, on my stomach, and finally came with me bouncing on top of him. Jackie seemed to explode inside me, filling every inch of my pussy and finally spilling down my legs and onto his stomach. When it was done, all I could do was lay on his chest with him still inside me. My last thoughts before I drifted off to sleep were how I hated this man just as much as I loved him.
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    When I woke up, I was still laying on Jackie, while he slept soundly beneath me. His dick was still lodged inside my womb, but it had gone soft. I gyrated my hips a bit, hoping that I might be able to get him up and go for another round, but Jackie was dead to the world. I looked down at his sleeping face and thought on how easy it would be for me to split his damn head open, but the thought fled my mind as swiftly as it came. No matter how many times Jackie hurt me, I couldn’t bring myself to do the same to him … at least not at the moment.
    I slid off Jackie’s cock, leaving a trail of semen on his stomach. Not only was my pussy sore, but it was also sticky with both Jackie’s and my juices. I needed to take another shower, but the sun had almost set and I had some work to do outside, which was sure to require another shower afterwards, so I decided to wait. Slipping on my sweats, an old T-shirt, and some tennis shoes I went downstairs and out to the backyard.
    The sun had started making its trip west, bathing the afternoon in a soft yellow glow. My half-an-acre private sanctuary had been a gift from Jackie. He knew how much I loved the outdoors, and he wanted to make sure I had a slice of it to call my own. I had a beautiful backyard, and everything in it had been planted by me when Jackie had the house built. From the trees to the rosebushes that bordered it, these were all my babies. I loved my backyard, but I got my greatest joy from my Tower of Joy.
    My green house stood off in an isolated section of the yard, which was off-limits to everyone, including Jackie. I’d started with the basics—sunflowers, morning glories, and lilacs—but as my love for gardening grew, I got into more exotic plants. I had successfully grown elephant ears, Mexican zinnias, and several other species of plants that weren’t natives of big cities, but I spent the most time doting over my cherries—wild cherries, to be more precise. They were natives of Europe and northwest Africa, but my mother had managed to sneak me some back on her last trip.
    When you hear wild cherries, you automatically think of the fruit, but my cherries were plants. They were still young, so the trunks were a purplish brown, but when they matured, they’d darken, leaning more toward brown. On the edges of the leaves there were