Page 47 of Swamp Princess

I hate hurting her like I have, when all I want to do is tell her how much I love her, how much I’ve always loved her. How much I wanted to take her away from here, if only I had the money. Everything that I'm doing, I've been doing for her. She just doesn't know it.

The moment she told me about Vince, I tried to come up with a plan to get her out of it because Vince is one of those people that doesn't care how he gets what he wants. He'll get it no matter what, Damien just fell into my lap.

Damien comes with a price though as well, and for it to work, I had to be on the inside here, gathering information for him so he can start moving into his own plans that he had laid out. So, I guess in a way, I fell into his lap as well.

Thiago, is a notoriously cold blooded mafia boss. He comes from a long line of dangerous men and women. He was not part of the plan that I was expecting, and scarily enough, is keeping Vince at Bay right now.

Thiago’s family is known for the massacre in East Warren. His father and grandfather ordered hits on a bunch of prominent members and their families to gain the upper hand. It worked for a while until the second son of the grandfather slipped up and lost his mind during a drug induced state, giving up all the family secrets. The cops and the FBI were able to arrest them which ended up in a shootout.

How my sweet Brinley found her way to him is still amazing. As I follow behind her, I replay the Thiago events in my head. It seems that Brinley saw that somebody tried to take the grandmother's groceries and her not knowing who she was, helped her. The grandmother probably saw what I see in her and decided to introduce her to her grandson who was learning to take over the business.

What a good way to leash your demons than by having someone as sweet and kind as her by your side. I never wanted her to be a part of this world and I tried everything I could to keep her out, but of course, she draws dangerous men to her like bees are to honey.

The moment I see my opening, I grab her and I cover her mouth to prevent her from screaming and driving her into a dark classroom. I hear her breathing hard, trying to calm herself from the scare.

“Brin.” I immediately let her know it's me so she doesn't freak out, but I'm tired of staying away from her and I'm tired of not touching her.

“What do you want, Blaise?” Her tone hardens and it kills me that she speaks to me this way, trying to pull out all emotion from her throat.

“It's obvious, isn't it? I want you, Beautiful.” I step closer to her, needing to be in her personal space and having her scent wash over me.

“Get away from me. I will punch you.” Her aggression gets my cock hard.

“I may like that. I step closer into her personal space. I hear her breath hitch and for a moment, sadness hits me in the heart. It’s been too long since we have been this close. I miss it, and strangely enough, I miss the trailer and seeing her climb in through the window and fall into my bed.

“Blaise, don’t.” My lips are inches from her, my body reacting to her body so closely pressed to mine now, and my mind urges me to kiss her no matter if she knees me in the balls or punches me.

I seal my lips over hers and feel the unyielding of her mouth. I keep pressing kisses to her mouth and the side of her neck, feeling her body relax more and more. Smirking against her mouth, I run my hands along her arms and drag her hips against mine.

“Please,” I whisper in her ear. “I need you, Brin.”

She stills and for a moment, I think I fucked up but she yanks my face to hers and her mouth slams against mine, making my heart soar.

I miss this…

I need this…

This only has to be a secret a little while longer…

Brinley softens even more as her mouth opens, letting me tangle my tongue with hers. Her hands run over my shoulders, pulling me as close as humanly possible. With her school uniform, it is easy to reach under her skirt and move her lace panties aside and play with her clit.

I dip my fingers in and out of her, running my fingers over her clit. My good girl is wet for me. I can feel her desire coating my fingers, and I dip inside her again, bringing my fingers to my mouth and tasting her.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” Intoxicating. She tastes like something out of the most sinfully sweetest dream you could ever conjure. “I want to be inside you, please, let me.” I can hear my own voice has gotten rougher as my desire has heightened.

Brinley takes her hand and pulls on the school pants of my school uniform, unbuttoning the top and lowering the zipper, she reaches her hands inside my boxers, and pulls my very hardened cock out. “I'm going to taste you first.”

I can already feel the beads of precum on the head of my cock and it excites me, knowing that she's going to put a piece of me in her mouth and taste me like I tasted her.

I watch her squat and lick the head of my cock before taking it all in. My cock hits the back of her throat and it takes everything in me to not cum. I pull her back up and slam my mouth to hers again. I am running out of time, but I need her. I want to feel my cum inside her, claiming her.

I lift her onto whatever teachers’ desk is behind her and I spread her legs. I shove my cock inside her hard and fast, needing to feel her walls tighten around me, and the little moans escape her mouth.

Everything about Brinley sets my soul on fire. Needing more of her, I drag her from the desk and bend her over it. Smacking her ass hard, I fuck her fast. Satisfied as I see my handprint on her, I use my other hand to rub her clit.

I feel her cum hard around me and I cum again as her pussy milks my cock. I breathe hard and help her right herself.

I go to turn her around and move her to me when she yanks away from me. She forces her eyes on me and it’s then that I see the tears streaming down her face.

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