Page 55 of Swamp Princess

I suck him for a little longer, loving the power, but with the light pull on my hair, I move back up his body, kissing my way up to his mouth while the goosebumps break out over his body.

Hector grabs my hips and pulls me up on him high enough for him to enter me before I sink myself down on him. “Oh, god, Hector.” If it is possible, he has gotten bigger and fills me up.

“This is what you do to me, baby. You drive me wild.” His fingers touch my ass and I squirm. When he sits up and pulls me closer to him, chest to chest, I relax a little. “Do you trust me?”

“I do.” I nod as Hector holds me still, and pistons in and out of me. His finger slowly pushes inside me, sending all kinds of sparks and feeling through me, making my nipples hard.

“You like that, baby?”

Not being able to respond, I nod my head and kiss him, needing more of him, needing our very essence mingled together. I am opening my heart to him as he fucks me. With his finger buried in my ass, he changes the speed to slow.

I rock on him as he fucks me, and I break the kiss, letting my head fall back. His warm mouth sucks on my nipple, and I feel my body getting ready to cum again.

Before I can, Hector stops and looks up at me. “I want you on your knees, baby. I want to see that ass as I pound inside you.”

The way he talks to me is such a turn on and I slide off of him and move around him to get on my knees. I spread my legs a little and lean forward more. I know my ass is great looking. It is confirmed when he groans before a sting hits my ass.

My pussy is so wet for him, and he sees this. I feel him rubbing his cock against my pussy, and then surprisingly, his mouth is on me for a second before he shoves his cock back inside me. He keeps his hands on my hips, controlling every thrust.

I feel him run his thumb between my crack as he thrusts inside me, and brings another hand around to rub my clit. I shake and it feels like I wouldn’t be able to hold myself up but with his hands around me, I know he will make sure I stay where I am.

“Hector, I am going to cum!” I shout into the bedspread, trying to keep my voice down. I don’t want his abuela to hear me. She is a smart woman, so she probably knows what we are doing, but to have to face her after she heard me being fucked by her grandson.

“Not yet, baby, I want to cum with you, hold on just a little longer.” He fucks me faster and I feel him expand inside me. “Now, baby, milk this cock.”

I cum hard at his command and feel him coat the inside of me. I fall into the bed and he moves with me. “That was amazing.”

“Yes, it was. I will be right back.” Hector gets up and moments later, comes back with a warm rag and cleans me up.

“I haven’t been taking my pills,” I whisper to him.

“Oh, Brinley, if you get pregnant, it will be the second happiest day of my life.”

“Second?”

“The first will be the day you marry me.” He says this as he lays behind me, pulling against him. My heart stutters. I can tell he is all in and I feel guilty not being all in. I still have feelings for Blaise, and I have the odd feelings for the other three guys.

“I love you, Hector.” Is all I say. I don’t know what else to say to him.

“Love you, too, Brinley.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Knowing I passed my classes before break takes so much stress off me. Getting to leave for the break is not as calming as others would be. Watching the others leave for break is hard. Most of them seem happy and excited, but not me.

Hector is going away for break, and I pretended to be okay with it, but on the inside, I was sad. Usually, I spend the holidays with Blaise, but since the incident when Hector picked me up, we haven’t talked. I hoist my pack on my shoulder and start my walk.

The weather is perfect. Just enough chill in the air to make sure I have to bundle up, but not bad enough to where I hate life. The leaves crunch under my feet, distracting me from the impending week with my mother.

I hear Blaise’s car before I see him. Moving over to the side, I refuse to acknowledge him as he slows down. I listen as his window rolls down and he whistles. Still refusing to acknowledge him, I walk a little faster.

“Brinley, get in the car. I will drive you home.”

“No.”

“Yes, get in.”

“No.” I may sound childish, but I am not going to allow him to treat me the way he has, and then just let him waltz back into my life.

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