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IN WHICH... YOU TELL HER TO COME OVER EVERY TIME YOUR BOYFRIEND LEAVES.
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THE DOOR BARELY CLICKED SHUT BEHIND YOUR BOYFRIEND, AND I WAS ALREADY TEXTING BROOKLYN.
My heart raced with anticipation, knowing she was just a few blocks away. The tension between us had been building for months, the secret looks, the stolen touches.
Within minutes, there was a knock at the door, and I let her in, not even bothering to turn on the lights. The moonlight through the window was enough to set the mood. Brooklyn walked in like she owned the place, her eyes locked on mine, hunger clear in every step.
"You missed me, huh?" she whispered, her voice dripping with that familiar edge.
I smirked, backing up until my thighs hit the bed. "You know damn well I did."
She didn't waste any time. Brooklyn grabbed my waist, pulling me close, her lips finding mine with a roughness that had me melting. The kiss was deep, heated, our tongues tangling as she pushed me onto the bed, straddling my hips.
Her hands roamed over my body, sliding under my shirt, teasing the skin underneath. I let out a soft moan as she leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. "I can sit here and make you beg until I get what I want."
"Shit, Brooklyn, you don't gotta beg for it," I gasped, arching into her touch.
She chuckled darkly, fingers trailing down my stomach, slipping under the waistband of my shorts. Her touch was electric, making me squirm beneath her. Brooklyn's eyes were locked on mine, filled with a mixture of lust and dominance that had me soaking through my panties.
"You like that, don't you?" she purred, her fingers brushing against my clit, making me moan louder.
I bit my lip, nodding, my hands gripping the sheets as she continued her assault. Brooklyn was relentless, her fingers working magic as she leaned down to suck on my neck, her teeth grazing my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
"Keep moaning for me, baby," she commanded, her voice husky as she bit down on my neck, leaving her mark.
I was lost in the pleasure, my body arching off the bed as she pushed me closer to the edge. "Fuck, Brooklyn," I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper.
She smirked, pulling back to look at me, her fingers never slowing down. "You really gonna go back to him after this? After I got you laid out like this, creaming all over my fingers?"
I couldn't answer, my mind too foggy with lust as she pushed me over the edge, my orgasm crashing through me like a wave. Brooklyn watched me intently, her eyes dark as she slowed her movements, letting me ride out my high.
Finally, she pulled her fingers out, bringing them to her lips with a wicked grin. "Guess I got my answer."
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AUTHOR NOTE; changing y/n to a more 1st person perspective <3
