Page 30 of Swamp Princess

Brinley rips her lips away from me and yanks my head to the side and the next thing I feel is her teeth in my throat. She is marking me and strangely, I don’t give a fuck. That is usually a deal-breaker, but I know she is already going to leave marks on my back, and having one on my neck is even more thrilling.

I need her to cum before I do, and with her at my neck, I won’t last long. I slow my pace and really grind against her.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum.” Her movements turn desperate as she chases her release. I feel the moment she cums as her pussy clamps down on me like a vice grip. I follow her, pumping myself inside her and giving her all my cum. I don’t pull out until I know there is nothing left inside me. I want her to have it all.

I don’t know what compelled me to fuck her raw but even thinking about it is enough for my cock to become semi-hard again. I can’t give in to those base urges again. She will be sober enough, and then I am fucked.

Brinley is mine from now on. I don’t give a fuck what my father wants right at this moment. I will pretend to still follow what he wants, but this little swamp princess is mine.

“I love you, Blaise.” Fuck that guy. “Stay with me, please.” She holds out her arms and I lay down in them. Which is also something I haven’t done. The after-sex cuddling is never something I participated in. I don’t want to think too much into it, so I tell myself, it’s to make sure she doesn’t puke.

I rub her back until her soft snores reach my ears and before I fall asleep here, I slowly get up and move to my clothing and slowly pull them on. With one last look, I slowly leave her room, only to stare right into eyes that almost match Brinley’s.

“Well, ain’t this a treat. You aren’t Blaise.” Brinley’s mom is sitting at the kitchen table with a sheer nightgown on that does nothing to hide the nudity underneath. Her hair is a mess of tangles and her skin that should match Brinley’s is discolored with sickness.

She must have been beautiful once, I can see it in the structure of her very sunken face. Her eyes dart all around the trailer, occasionally landing on me.

“No, I’m not.” I stand tall and wait for her reaction.

“Did my darling daughter know you weren’t Blaise?” This is where I panic. Will she say something? Should I lie? “I could smell the pot the moment I stepped out here, which also means she was probably drunk, the bitch.”

“If I tell you yes, what would you say?” I move closer to her, and she looks at me like she wants to eat me.

“I would say you’re full of shit. That little prude don’t fuck no one other than Blaise.” Her smile shows some of her missing teeth before she turns her head to look out the window at the slowly rising sun. “For now, at least.”

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing for you,” she says, avoiding eye contact. “You are the second cock she took, but you look familiar.” Her eyes meet mine for one intense moment and I feel like yelling at her. Clearly, she doesn’t care that her daughter fucked someone she didn’t know wasn’t Blaise but she doesn’t care about her at all.

She is high and says I look familiar which means she most likely knows my father. Unfortunately, I look like the devil. “How so?”

“You remind me of someone.” She laughs and motions to Brinley’s room, “and that is something he would do. In fact, he plans to do. You just beat him to it.” She goes to stand, and I stop her.

“You’re a piece of shit.” Her back goes ramrod straight as she glares at me.

“Look in the mirror, asshole.” Her words slap me, and I know she has a point. What I just did was terrible but I didn’t hurt her. “Don’t worry, doll. The bitch deserves it, but next time, come see me.” I let her go this time, ending the conversation.

My phone pings and I look down at it, realizing I spent the last two hours here at Brinley’s. Remington text me and told me that their fathers called them home for the rest of the weekend, and that mine was expecting the same.

I frown. I don’t know why they are demanding our attention this weekend. I start to wonder if it has something to do with them being here. I also wonder if they were fucking Brinley’s mom. She smelled like coke and sex, so it’s not an off assumption.

We always wondered if our fathers had bastard children. It’s not like they do anything to hide their cheating, but then we all realized that they were too vain to make a mistake like that.

I fucking came in Brinley, hard. What do I do if she winds up with my child? I don’t realize I am smiling until I think of what my father would do. Smiling again, I think of being the second man ever inside her pussy. Her tight, wet pussy that makes me want to go for another round.

Before I can act on it, I leave the trailer, this time, locking the door.

Chapter Fourteen

Stretching, I lazily roll over. My body feels amazing after the night I had with Blaise. He didn’t talk much last night but I can’t blame him. It felt like the first time again and I feel like we connected on another level.

Not wanting to ruin the mood with thoughts of why he left, I grab some clothing preparing to shower. I figure maybe he got up early and I can go check on him. Before I can even step out of my room, a knock on the window stops me.

Turning, I see Blaise with a smile on his face. He pulls open the window and passes two cups of Greasy B’s coffee through. I take them, enjoying the smell of caramel and sugar wafting from the cups. He always remembers just how I like my coffee.

When he finally comes in, I smile. “Blaise, I’m sorry, thank you for last…”

“Sorry, I didn’t come over.”

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