Page 29 of Swamp Princess

I move silently through it, seeing if anyone is here, and come upon what must be Brinley’s mother. She is passed out naked on a bed with a bunch of coke in front of her and some used needles. Disgust flies through me. I hate drugs with a passion and seeing it like this is even harder.

Seeing my father doing it pisses me off, but looking at this scene makes me scared which is a feeling I am not familiar with anymore. There was a time when that is all I ever felt, but it faded, or so I thought. She looks pathetic and sickly. This is worse than my father.

I shake my head and walk the opposite way. The floor is amazingly silent under my steps. All I want to do is make sure the swamp rat made it home and hasn’t choked on her puke. She drank a lot and then added weed to the mixture.

I find a bathroom that is slightly cleaner than the rest of the house. The last door in the house is hers. The smell inside is incredible, and when I step through, even in the darkness, the room smells clean and warm. There is something inviting in this room.

Shifting, I see Brinley on the bed. I make sure the room has no light leaking through to where she can see me, and I move to the bed, leaning down. I touch her lightly to make sure she’s breathing. When she grabs my hand.

“Blaise, you came.” The hope in her voice pisses me off. That fuck left her alone and was making out with another woman. “Blaise, I want you, please.”

I’m frozen on the spot. The need in her voice is killing me, making my cock hard. I know what I should do, but the greedy fuck in me doesn’t want to. I let her hand guide mine down her flat stomach into her sleep shorts.

Instinctively, my fingers rub her clit as she arches into me. Her soft whimper as I dip a finger in heat takes the last bit of any self-control. I want her, I fucking hate that I do, but her soft moans are like a siren call and even though I should be resisting this, her moans for another man that isn’t me set my blood on fire.

I am going to take her pleasure and give her my cock. “Blaise, kiss me. I miss you.” She sounds so breathy and in love with this fuck. My teeth grind. Fuck that guy. I lean down and kiss her. Moving over her body so I don’t have to pull my finger out of her that is slowly fucking her.

Her mouth opens for me as my tongue dives inside her. Her arms start pulling on my shirt and I am forced to break the kiss to allow her to pull it over my head.

“You smell amazing. I’m sorry that we fought. There was just so much that happened today, and I needed you.”

I don’t risk saying anything. I just pull her spaghetti strap down and suck her nipple into my mouth, rolling the nipple around until it peaks. Her moans are like music to my ears and my cock gets so fucking hard, it’s painful.

I have fucked women, but this is intoxicating. I am so turned on by her while I shouldn’t be doing this, let alone, attracted to her.

I feel her hand searching between our bodies before her hands find my cock through my jeans, and she palms me before moving her hand inside them, and running her hand up and down.

“Take them off,” she whispers. I break the kiss and strip the rest of the way. I yank her shorts off too, so I no longer have to stop again. I am salivating at the thought of being inside her, but I am going to take my time.

I climb back over her for a moment, my mouth claiming hers again. Brinley wraps her arms around my neck and stretches a leg down mine, before grinding on my cock. I almost cum from the way she imitates sex while making out, driving me crazy.

The need to taste her rides me and I kiss down her neck, rolling a nipple and use my lips to kiss all the way down her body before I find her needy pussy, which is already wet and waiting for my cock. I lick her juices and groan myself. She tastes amazing, I could consume her juices all the time with how good she smells and tastes.

I use my tongue to fuck her and run a thumb over her clit until Brinley cums in my mouth. I lick her release, loving the taste. Moving back up to her, I reach down and touch some of the precum on my cock and smear it on her lips which I hear her lick off before she moans again, pulling me closer to her.

“You taste amazing. I love you, Blaise.” Again, my anger flares and I want nothing more than to tell her it’s me and not him, but I don’t want to risk her freaking and me losing this chance. “I have to tell you something though. I missed a few days on the pill, so you might want to put on a condom.”

That stops me in my tracks but then the thought of marking her with my cum and filling her pussy up with me is overpowering, and that is the one word I tell her. “No.” I slam my mouth back on hers, more excited to fuck her now.

Images of this swamp rat swelled with my child turns me on more than anything. A giant fuck you to my father, and to that asshole, Blaise.

Brinley pulls back and for a moment, I wish I could see her face. “Are you sure?”

Nodding instead of replying, I kiss her again and for just a tiny second, I feel bad. She is still too fucked up to realize that I am not Blaise, but she loves him so much that she is allowing him to fuck her without protection, and with a high chance of possible pregnancy.

“Fuck me then, I need you.” Her voice is breathy and again, every thought of guilt leaves me as I line myself up with her entrance.

I rub my cock between her folds before I slowly push inside her. I almost cum right away. Brinley is tight. I haven’t been in a pussy this tight since I took a virgin when I was fourteen. Her pussy clamps around me as her legs wrap around me, keeping me locked in this position.

Her body meets my every thrust and I keep a steady, deep pace. Her nails dig into my back, and I know it will leave marks and it thrills me. Needing to taste her pussy again surprises me. I don’t even like eating pussy but hers is the best type of drug.

I pull out of her and even with her whimper of protest, I lap at her, enjoying how her body enjoys my mouth, and her juices flood. I don’t want her coming in my mouth again, so I don’t stay down there long, just enough to satisfy my need.

I want to see her ride me, but I don’t want to risk her being able to see me clearly, and right now, I know I am on limited time, so I push inside her again and fuck her. I make sure I am all the way inside her as deep as I can go where my balls are pressed to her ass.

“Faster, Blaise.” Gritting my teeth again for her saying his name, I oblige and fuck her faster until her moans are much louder.

I can feel myself getting closer to release and even thinking about releasing inside her has me pushing into her harder and faster. I steal her lips again and I let her grind against me, making sure each thrust from me hits her clit. I don’t want space between us.

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