Page 3 of Swamp Princess
My hips meet his thrusts every time, and he uses his thumb on my clit to bring my body back to the point of coming again. I can’t help myself and yank him down to kiss me. He slows his pace as he feels my body reacting again, and I moan into his mouth.
“I’m going to cum,” I whisper, urging him to speed up, but Blaise never does. He likes to take it slow before we cum again and make sure it's excruciatingly slow. He smirks down at me before biting my lower lip and thrusts faster. My body explodes, squeezing his cock. I feel his release shoot inside of me, and I feel the satisfaction of having him inside me which causes me to melt.
Chapter Two
“Brin, wake up. We gotta get moving.” I sigh, hearing Blaise’s voice. Today is Monday. “Today they announce the winner.” That gets me moving. I sit up in bed, still feeling the delicious ache between my legs from last night.
“Ugh, I need a shower.” I start to get up when Blaise stops me.
“Dad’s home.”
“Fuck.” Out the window, it means. His dad doesn’t care if I stay, but he is a pervert, and Blaise hates how he talks to me. I gather my discarded clothing and leave out his windows. “I will meet you in twenty.” I whisper as I jog the little gap between our trailers.
I walk in and it's not a surprise that the house smells of coke and sex. I shake my head in disgust at what must have happened last night while I was at the trap house. I creep quietly through the house hoping I wouldn’t have to deal with my mother. Once I make it to the bathroom, I can see a pile of men's clothes that wasn't there before.
They don't look like Blaise’s dads but I picked them up just to be on the safe side. I creep through the trailer and see my mother in her bed, face down and ass out. She is snoring, and taking a closer look, I can see the coke bags next to her.
Sighing, I move forward and frown at Vince’s seal. So she has been getting her coke from him. If I I could, I would to talk to Vince and ask him not to sell to my mother. However, a deal with Vince is worse than dealing with the devil, and all he wants is to stick his cock in my ass.
I go to the bathroom and not wanting to risk waking my mom, I take a whore's bath and call it a day. I run the brush through my hair and grab a new outfit. An off the shoulder t-shirt and black skinny jeans with a pair of black and red Jordans.
I finish the routine of teeth and hair and throw on some perfume and walk out of the trailer. I see Blaise has indeed waited for me. “Are we taking the car?”
“Of course.” He smiles and again I find my heart catching at the sight of him. He decided to dress in dark blue jeans and a black top with matching black and red Jordans as well. The gold chain on his neck hangs and I smile. He hasn’t taken that off since I gave it to him at Christmas.
We walk for about ten minutes before we get to his beat up stang. Slowly, the two of us have been working on it to keep it running, and then I am going to surprise him by painting it a cherry red for him. I have slowly been getting the pieces I need for it.
“Damien attacked Vince after we left and took out some of his guys.” Blaise says, getting into the car. I sigh, following him in.
“Vince is going to retaliate and he may even go to Thiago and try to get him to push Damien out.” The war in South Warren was at an all-time high between the gangs. Vince ran the Green Snakes, Damien ran the Black Phantoms, Thiago ran the Golden Roses and Amir ran Blood Demons. We needed to leave because people dying here is just the way of life and I don’t want to get used to it.
I watch Blaise as he shifts the car and my heart beats faster. He shaved, leaving his face smooth. His cheekbones are high and his jaw is defined. His features would look much harsher if his lips weren't so plump and inviting and his eyes weren't so soft.
“I can feel you staring.” He chuckles. His hand moves from the shifter and onto my leg and I get a little girly inside. “But you're right. If Vince goes to Thiago, then Damien will have to try for Amir.” I turn my head. Vince has been getting worse, while Damien has been more critical. I don’t know much about Amir or Thiago, but I know they are just as brutal, and they are fighting to win over all of South Warren. Eventually, they will secure all of Warren combined.
Deciding to change the subject, I poke at him. “How was the prep bitch on her knees?” Again, Blaise snorts and looks at me as we pull into the school.
“Never as good as you, Brin.” He squeezes my thigh again, and for a moment, I want to snatch his hand and walk with him. Be a normal couple. Before I can embarrass myself, Blaise gets out of the car, grabs his bag, and moves over to me. “Let's start the shit show.”
He flings his arm over my shoulder and together we walk into the dilapidated school. It is a large, old beige building with a confetti-covered flagpole out front. I see the students all coming off the bus or riding in their beat to hell vehicles and smile. One way or another, I’m getting out of here. I look at Blaise. Would he come with me?
We walk into school together and the smell of mothballs, sweat, and cheap perfume hits my nose. I used to cringe, but it is the norm here. The white-tiled floor is so scuffed and stained that it looks black and white in some places. “Come on, I will walk you to your locker,” Blaise says close to my ear so I can hear him over the noise of the school. I swear he does it to get a reaction out of me.
“Thanks.” Blaise doesn’t like that Damien and Vince show up here whenever or they have one of their gang members stop here to deliver me messages.
Before we can get very far, the skank in heels slides over to Blaise. We can smell the cheap perfume coming off of her already and I know that Blaise hates that smell. Her lips are already in full duck face mode and glossed to the point of looking like she put KY Jelly on them.
“Blaise, my parents are leaving tonight. Do you want to come over?” Her voice is trying to be seductive, but she sounds more like a whiny brat.
He keeps walking me to my locker and not talking to her and of course, she follows after us. There is no female in this school that doesn't want him. Once at my locker, I think she'll get the hint and leave, but of course, she stands there and taps her heel until he finally gives her attention.
“What do you want, Brittany? If you're trying to get my cock, just say it and stop fucking wasting my time." His tone is bored, but I can hear the underlined harshness.
Her eyes widen at his candid response.. I focus on getting my books out of my locker and when I do, I slam it shut and lean on the disgusting beige locker, making her more nervous.
“Well, I just thought you'd like to have some fun. You're always hanging out with prude.”
Blaise holds his hand up, cutting her sentence off. “See, this is where you fucked up. Insulting my best friend was the wrong move even if I was going to give your tired pussy my cock. That's because she hasn't fucked half the football team doesn't mean she's a prude.” He flings his arm back over my shoulder so we can go to class. Blaise and I take all the same classes on the higher side of the school because I make sure he keeps his up. Blaise is also the quarterback of the football team.
