Page 2 of Swamp Princess

“What?” I turn my head and my heart breaks a little as I see Blaise with his head thrown back on the couch, his eyes closed in pleasure as a prep bitch is greedily sucking his cock. A little hurt, I shove it down. We are friends with benefits, except he gets more benefits than me.

I shake my head and look back at Damien. He’s still as sexy, his fresh blue t-shirt and dark blue jeans make his blue eyes stand out. His blond hair is cut close to his head and you can tell he has hit up the barber. Burying my stupid feelings for my best friend, who I occasionally fuck, I turn back to Damien.

“Fine, but only one dance.” He grins, and it looks like what you would imagine a wolf would look like. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me tight into his body and his knee between my legs. His head hits my forehead and I grin as he breathes heavier.

“Fuck, you kill me every time I get to touch you.” Damien is partially a good guy. It really is a shame he got into this way of life. I will never be a part of this life. I want better. Before the song fully ends, Vince snaps and pulls Damien off me and guns are drawn right next to my face.

I back up and I feel a hand wrap around my wrist as the two biggest Warren gang Kings stand toe-to-toe with a gun pointed at one another.

“Come on, let's get out of here,” Blaise whispers slowly, pulling me away.

I move with him, hoping they don’t stop me. I don’t know why both of them are interested in me, but I wish they would give some of that to Blaise. Stop! You can’t have him.

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“Home sweet home,” Blaise says, snarling toward the trailer. I can hear the moans my mother is already making and my eyebrows raise. Blaise rushes in to check his trailer. “All clear.” Means his father is out, the scumbag. Probably fucking my mother. I side eye my trailer and notice Blaise does the same thing.

“Well, come on then.” I push past him, heading into the trailer. I know his place as much as my own. I head right to his room and flop down on his bed. I hear him move around a few seconds later and he tosses a shirt at me.

“Get up and shower.” He grabs his own clothes and we both head to the shower. I always get flutters when I see him naked. A crown on his peck and wings on his back, and love, honor and duty written on his forearm in delicate swirls. We wash quickly and get out to dry.

Walking back to his room, he smacks my ass, and I can’t help but snark at him. “Have a good time tonight.” I feel him pause behind me for a minute.

“Are you jealous, Brin?” The cockiness in his voice makes me snap.

I turn to stare at him and cock an eyebrow. “Why would I be? You are a favorite swamp boy of the Sky bitches.” I cringe. I know he hates being considered a swamp boy by the Skystead kids, but this is what we are.

His face darkens for a moment, and he steps closer to me. “If you're jealous, you don’t have to insult me to prove a point.” His body pressed against mine and I momentarily forgot to breathe.

“I’m not jealous. You’re my best friend. You are able to do what you want.” I breathe him in and the smell of mint and sandalwood mingle together and I have to force my brain to allow oxygen. I can’t have him. He has never had a girlfriend and said he would never have one. I can’t get my heart tangled in him.

“You really are clueless,” he whispers against my mouth. He thinks that’s the end of it before I shove him.

“What is it with you fucking men telling me I’m clueless?” I’m not fucking clueless. I’m actually one of the smartest kids in my grade and in the school, which is why my hopes are so big for this essay and scholarship.

“Forget it.” He shakes his head and cocks a smile at me. “Now come on and let me taste you. Like half the men at the trap house wanted to do.”

I smirk. “Yeah, okay, but you're delusional. The only one who wants me is Vince, and that is never happening.” I tell him as he drags me onto the bed, making sure my back hits the mattress. Blaise is already half naked, only wearing his sweats. Since I’m wearing his shirt, I’m left bare underneath. He presses himself against me and leans in to kiss me.

I stop him, pulling back with a sigh. “I told you not to kiss me.” Every time his lips touch mine, I get weaker and want to beg him to be mine, but his words always haunt me. I’m never going to settle. No female from the swamp will ever be mine, nothing but trash here.

Huffing, he looks down at me. “Why? Why are you so against kissing?” His eyes melt me, and I wiggle. My body is so turned on by him being on top of me that I wiggle some more, feeling him growing harder.

“It’s too intimate,” I whisper shyly.

An incredulous look passes his face. “I’m about to stick my cock in you without a damn condom, and kissing is more intimate than that?”

Losing patience as he rolls his hips, I sigh. “Yes, we do it because we are both clean and I’m on birth control.” I know Blaise uses condoms if he fucks someone else because I told him the moment he doesn’t, I will never fuck him again.

“If I can’t kiss you, I’m not fucking you. I want it all, Brin.” He backs up and, in my panic and horniness, I almost don’t hear what he says. “I want you, Brin.”

Exasperated, I shout at him. “Fine, just come fuck me.” He climbs back on the bed and towers over me. He licks his plump lips before his mouth collides with mine. My heart explodes. A million butterflies feel like they are beating at my stomach as his tongue explores mine. I run my hands across his chest, feeling some of the marks where his father cut him. I reach a hand down his sweats, grasping his cock.

Groaning, he allows me to touch him, and I slide my hand up and down his length. The size of his cock is always surprising to me, no matter how many times he fills me up with it. A moment later, my hand is wrenched from his pants, and he holds them to my sides. He kisses down my throat, nibbling and sucking, no doubt leaving marks on me, another thing I told him not to do. He never listens.

He knows I don’t have panties on, so he begins licking his finger. I watch as he pumps his finger in and out of me while rubbing my G Spot. Pumping my hips to his fingers he slams his mouth back to mine and I feel the rising orgasm as he curls his finger inside me.

“Cum on my fingers, Brin, so I can taste it.” His tongue swipes across my hard nipple and I shatter around him. “Good girl,” he whispers right before he slams inside me. Blaise stretches me so good, his hips set the perfect pace between fast and slow, being sure I take all of him.

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