Page 54 of Swamp Princess

“Of course.” I stand, taking his outstretched hand. He pulls me outside and I look down at our conjoined hands. He is tattooed and strong while my hand looks dwarfed in his. He pulls me around the pool and toward the back of his yard where there is a secret garden feel. The same place we made love for the first time.

With the leaves changing colors finally, this is perfect. All the browns, reds, yellows, and oranges are my favorite to see on the trees. The weather is perfect as well. Hector takes me toward the very edge and sits me down and opens his arms to curl me in.

“I’m scared,” he whispers into my hair.

“About?” I don’t move, not wanting to break up this moment.

“Losing you.” He sighs for a moment before continuing. “I know I’m on borrowed time and that I am being selfish in not telling you everything, but I just want to be able to call you mine before the love between us disappears.”

“It can’t be that bad, can it?” I whisper, scared of his answer.

“Bad enough, but can you just give me some more time before I tell you, and when I do, will you keep an open mind?” He pulls back, looking down at me and I smile at him.

“I will try.” Hector leans down and kisses me when his phone rings. He answers and I listen to him on the phone. The other person on the line is speaking low but I can feel his tension. When he hangs up, he looks back down at me. His eyes now showing stress.

“I’m sorry that was abuela, and she needs me back at the house. Come on.” Hector stands and helps me, and when we get to the back, Hector stops me. “Please, go ahead to my room. I gotta’ take care of something that just came up. Hopefully, it won't take too long, but this is business.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” I already know he's going to decline, but I want to know more about him and I'm kind of hoping that he gives me something, anything to go off of.

“No, amor, I got it handled, and abuela is there too.” We walk inside and I glance to see a scared looking man sitting at the kitchen with other men crowding him. They all look up as we pass but nobody says anything. I try not to think of how scared the one man looks because it can't be good, and now, my suspicions are piqued. “Please, stay in here, and I'll be up soon.” Before I can say anything, he leans in and sears his mouth across mine, muddling my thoughts and leaving me needy.

I've been in Hector 's room before, but never by myself. I want to know more about him, so I start looking through his bookshelf. Unlike most men who just have sports books, comics, and self-help, or self-guidebooks, Hector has a little of everything. His collection of Shakespeare is impressive. His collection of ancient Egypt books, or even more impressively, followed by his love of the Greek gods.

Hector’s room is done in earthy tones. It feels warm and cozy in his room, and I know from experience that his bed is extremely comfortable. He has fluffy blankets and even softer pillows. I moved to his closet and it's no surprise that most of the clothes that he owns are black. It's an array of different types of clothing, tank tops, jeans, and some sweats, there's also the occasional expensive suit.

Hector adores Gucci and Prada, and it shows in his wardrobe, even the things that are not meant to look expensive probably cost more than most of my clothes that I own. Not really wanting to invade too much more of his privacy, I grab a book from his shelf about pirates and gold, and climb up onto his bed and curl up in a ball.

When the shouting starts, I get worried, but before I can make a decision to even head down the stairs, the arguing cuts off, and it's almost too silent now. I wait a few more minutes to see if Hector will come upstairs and when he doesn't, I go back to reading.

As time passes, I start getting sleepy and place the book down. I curl up in Hector’s bed and let myself drift off to sleep. His bed is so welcoming and warm, and smells like him. Before another thought can process, I am sleeping.

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An orgasm rips through me before I even open my eyes. “Damn, amor, you taste so good.” Hector moans against my pussy, using his tongue to lap up my release. I crack my eyes open and look down at him and moan as his fingers glide inside me. “That’s it, amor, milk these fingers.”

Hector slides his fingers in and out of me. Waking me up and setting my body on fire. I moan as I run my hand through his hair. “What a way to wake up,” I say between panting as his tongue finds my clit.

“God, I have wanted to taste you the moment I picked you up from school.” Hector continues to work my pussy, using his mouth and his fingers in the come-hither motion. His moans make me wetter as he eats me out like I am his last meal.

My body reacts and I cum on his fingers again. Hector moves up my body and he kisses me tenderly, and I share the taste of my orgasm on his lips. The taste is not bad, mixed with his taste.

“I can’t wait to cum inside you.” Hector teases the head of his cock in my entrance and slips it in just a little before pulling back.

“I want to taste you,” I say before he can slip back inside me. I tap his shoulder and he smirks down at me before he rolls onto his back. His cock bounces against his stomach. My mouth waters as I stare at him. His tattooed, muscled body is so sexy, it makes me want to lick him. So, I do.

I lick him from his V to his stomach, to his neck, nipping his chin. I kiss his lips, grinding myself against him while I do, smiling when I hear the sexiest moans coming from him.

“Fuck, Brinley, you make me so fucking hard,” Hector says as he reaches down and grabs his cock, running it between my legs and sending sparks through me.

This time, I lick and bite my way down his body until I reach his proud cock, and I can see the precum leaking from him. My mouth waters as I see his hand working his cock up and down, slowly. I lick his hand until my tongue meets the soft flesh that makes him a man.

When I reach the head of his cock, I lick it, letting the taste of him fill my mouth. His groan as he watches me lick my lips has me wet again. I take him in my mouth as deep as he can go while his hands tangle in my hair.

“That’s right, baby, take this cock. Suck it hard, baby.” I love the way he likes to talk while his cock is in my mouth. He doesn’t try and push my head down on him, he lets me set the pace. I run my hands up and down his thighs while I bob and suck him.

Deciding to try something new, I use one of my hands to rub his balls and move them around while I continue to swirl and suck. His hips buck and he starts spouting incoherent sentences at me. The power I have over this extremely sexy and dangerous looking man gives me a thrill I haven’t felt before.

“I need to be in you right fucking now.” I chuckle again, listening to the strain in his voice as I suck him hard and slide the tip of one of my finger between his ass cheeks, grazing his sensitive hole, making him curse and moan in one. I use my other hand to slide up and down his length as my mouth follows. “Baby girl, I want to cum inside your pussy, not your mouth. Please, love.”

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