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“Oh, fuck!” Brooke moans as Peyton curls her fingers up and forward inside her at an unbelievable pace. A superhuman pace, even. Peyton is sitting with her back to the headboard and Brooke is straddling her lap, grinding down every time Peyton thrusts up. Brooke grabs onto the headboard behind Peyton’s head for support as she bounces on Peyton’s fingers. Peyton gasps at the sheer amount of arousal coating her fingers with each bounce.
“You’re taking this so well, baby. What a good girl, my good girl…” Peyton whispers into Brooke’s ear. She smirks to herself smugly as another gush of arousal coats her fingers, signaling just what her words alone can do to her girlfriend.
Brooke looks down at Peyton’s smug smile. She finds herself annoyed at how turned on she is right now. At how easily Peyton can push her buttons, at how she can make her come with just some praise and the flick of her wrist. Peyton curls her fingers again and Brooke bites her lip to keep from crying out before forcing herself to stop her hips.
Peyton thrusts up once more before realizing Brooke has stopped moving completely.
“Honey, are you okay?” she asks, stopping her movements and slowly withdrawing her fingers.
“What if I don’t want to be your good girl today?" Brooke asks, practically growling in Peyton’s ear.
“Woah, Brooke, I thought you liked that, I’m sorr-” Peyton asks, clearly confused.
“I do…” Brooke clarifies in frustration, “but maybe I want to see how you handle it if your good girl doesn’t just take it…”
“Wha-” Peyton starts to say before Brooke starts gyrating her hips, grinding down onto Peyton’s leg, coating it in arousal. Peyton doesn’t dare touch her, as she’s still not entirely clear what is happening here. “Brooke?”
“Shh. Stop talking and don’t touch me until I say so…” Brooke instructs, as she pushes her hips forward, her clit brushing against Peyton’s left thigh, a moan escaping her lips. She lifts up onto her knees and leans forward until her nipple is in line with Peyton’s mouth. “Suck” she says simply. Peyton does, taking the pink bud in her mouth and circling it with her tongue before releasing it with a pop. Brooke moves slowly down Peyton’s body, leaving small purple marks as she sucks lightly on Peyton’s neck and shoulder. She grinds down again as she does, coating Peyton’s thigh with fresh arousal before forcing Peyton into a lying position on the bed.
She lowers herself down Peyton’s body and hooks her pointer fingers around the top of Peyton’s boyshorts. She pulls them down in one swift motion before lowering herself between Peyton’s legs. The arousal on Peyton’s pussy glistens and Brooke moves her head as if she’s going to swipe her tongue across it. Instead, she turns her head quickly to Peyton’s left thigh. Peyton’s entire body shivers with excitement at the sight and sensation of Brooke hungrily lapping up her own arousal off of Peyton’s leg.
“Jesus, Brooke, what the fuck …” Peyton moans loudly.
Her hands move down to Brooke’s hair, grabbing at it without thinking. Brooke usually lets her, no, wants her, to grab onto her hair while Brooke is eating her out. Peyton usually tells her what a good girl she is, what a good job she’s doing. Brooke usually loves it. But apparently not today. Because when she grabs her hair, Brooke growls.
“I told you, I’m not your good girl…” she chastises and slaps Peyton’s hand away playfully as Peyton looks at her in bewilderment.
“Brooke, do we need to talk about-”
Her sentence is interrupted as Brooke’s tongue suddenly collides with her clit, hard and fast movement sending her body into complete overstimulation. Brooke circles Peyton’s clit with her tongue and pushes two fingers inside her quickly for several minutes, curling them up and down until Peyton cries out, an orgasm threatening to crash through her body.
But then Brooke pulls out without warning.
“Not yet…” Brooke teases, crawling up Peyton’s body again and nipping at her neck. Peyton feels Brooke’s hand slowly descend between them and breathes a sigh of relief at the thought of Brooke plunging her fingers inside her again. But although she feels Brooke’s hand start to move, she realizes that’s not what is happening at all.
Instead, Brooke is fingering herself slowly, rubbing her own clit and moaning teasingly in Peyton’s ear. Her hand occasionally brushes past Peyton’s clit and it’s driving her absolutely insane.
“Brooke, what the hell…” Peyton whines “You’re torturing me…”
“Yeah, so? What are you going to do about it?” Brooke says, a gleam in her eyes. A challenge.
“Wha-What do you mean?” Peyton stutters out, her stomach clenching with arousal as she begins to realize the game Brooke is playing.
“I mean I’ve been a bad girl, haven’t I?…” Brooke says. “Teasing you, not letting you come, definitely not letting you fuck me… don’t you think I deserve some punishment?”
“Oh…Oh.” Peyton moans, realizing that Brooke is asking her to take control again. She grabs Brooke’s hips and flips them over so that she’s on top. Then she leans down and whispers in Brooke’s ear “Bend over the bed, now…”
She lets Brooke get up and walk to the end of the bed. She sighs with anticipation as Brooke sticks out her ass and bites her lip hard.
Peyton runs her hands over Brooke’s ass slowly, bucking into her from behind with her hips as she does. She finds herself wishing she had a strap and bites her own lip just thinking about it. She steps back, savoring the image of Brooke’s round, perfect ass. Then in one smooth motion she brings her hand up and down again, connecting as the sound of a slap fills the air. She leaves a small pink handprint.
She waits for Brooke’s reaction. Brooke lets out a soft encouraging moan and sticks her ass out farther, egging Peyton on.
Peyton leans down and kisses Brooke’s ass cheek where the handprint is still visible, as if to soothe it before what she’s about to do. She draws her hand back again and connects harder. This time, Brooke lets out a yelp. Peyton pauses, alarmed, until Brooke utters “oh god, again…”
“You know, you’re not supposed to enjoy your punishment this much…” Peyton teases, running her fingers between Brooke’s soaked folds before plunging them inside and pumping wildly as Brooke pushes backwards onto them. “But I’ll allow it…”
Just as Brooke is about to finish, Peyton pulls her hand out and quickly lifts it into the air before connecting with Brooke’s already swollen ass cheek.
“Oh fuck, oh god Peyton” Brooke cries out, and as Peyton enters her again she can feel that Brooke’s pussy is already clenching around her fingers, her orgasm having started the second Peyton connected with her ass. Peyton gently fingers her through the orgasm, before Brooke collapses face down on the bed, panting.
Peyton sits down beside her, fully intending on having a discussion about what the fuck just happened, but Brooke has other plans. She rolls over and looks at Peyton for half a second before reaching up and pulling Peyton down on top of her, eagerly connecting their lips in a fiery kiss. Their tongues do a complicated dance while the moans escaping both of them fill the room.
Brooke reaches down between Peyton’s legs and gasps when she finds Peyton wetter than she’s ever felt her before, arousal dripping down the sides of her legs. Brooke’s fingers are practically slipping in and out of her, her thumb sliding easily against Peyton’s clit.
“God, you’re so fucking wet” Brooke rasps. “Is all this from spanking me? God, you’re so fucked up.”
Peyton’s cheeks turn red instantly, a bit self conscious now.
“Shit, I didn’t mean…” Brooke says, noting Peyton’s embarrassment “I mean, it’s very fucking hot, if that wasn’t clear…” Brooke continues, plunging her fingers deep inside Peyton and teasing her clit with her thumb.
Peyton tilts her hips forward and pushes them against Brooke’s fingers, gripping Brooke’s shoulders for leverage.
“Now be a good girl and come for me…” Brooke whispers in Peyton’s ear. Peyton’s hips instantly surge forward, her pussy tightens around Brooke’s fingers in a vice grip as her entire body shakes.
“I’m going to get you back for this Brooke Davis…” she sighs, out of breath.
“Counting on it…” Brooke smirks, pulling her in for another searing kiss.