Summary: They broke up, but Brittany and Santana can't stay away from each other. GP!Santana.
"You're not going back to that woman, Santana," Brittany whispers, nipping her neck. "You belong here. With me."
"Someone's been telling you everything I do, am I right?" Santana looks into Brittany's beautiful blue eyes, knowing that she can't lie to her. Her fingers find Brittany's core, stilling inside the dancer, the pads of her fingers gently pressing on her g-spot but not moving.
"I don't know what you're talking — ohhhh!" Brittany moans as Santana presses even harder into her.
"Oh, really?" Santana smirks, knowing that she has the upper hand. "You always appear at the places I take my dates to. Is it Martha? Hmm?" she asks. Martha, her secretary, and Brittany are close friends, and Martha is the only one who knows her schedule by heart.
"Please, San, I need more…" Brittany whines in response.
"Oh baby girl, I'm going to make you come so many times, you'll lose count." Santana presses hard on her g-spot and leans down to take her clit into her mouth. "But I can't do that until you tell me who the source of your intel is."
"Oh fuck!" Brittany gasps. Santana's fingers are slipping in and out quickly, each time pressing into that pleasurable spot inside her walls, while her red lips and tongue play with her clit.
"Such a naughty girl…such language," Santana hums, feeling Brittany's pussy gush and clench at her words. "You like when I talk dirty, don't you?"
Brittany's answer is a long moan. Another minute of Santana's mouth on her clit and her fingers deep inside her, and she's tensing up, rushing towards the end harder and faster than ever before.
"Are you going to come, baby?" Santana asks with a satisfied smile.
Brittany just nods, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her back arching, her mouth open. After less than a minute, she's falling over the edge with a loud cry.
"I'll get it out of you. Eventually, I'll know everything," Santana rasps out, watching Brittany's body shake violently as her orgasm washes over her. "That's right. Come all over my fingers," Santana says before she pulls her fingers out of Brittany, licking up the wetness that's still gushing out of the dancer. "You taste so good," she whispers before lifting her two soaking fingers to Brittany's mouth. Brittany licks Santana's digits clean, loving how dirty it makes her feel to lick her own juices.
Santana then moves down to continue her assault on Brittany's folds, her fingers still being sucked by Brittany, who is now bucking her hips. She's still so sensitive after her first orgasm, but Santana won't stop licking. Her tongue swipes through her folds again and again and again.
"Oh! I'm going to—" Brittany's second orgasm crashes into her out of nowhere. She hears herself scream in pleasure, and all she sees is whiteness.
After several long minutes, she opens her eyes to see Santana smirking with satisfaction from between her legs, her mouth and chin wet with her juices. The Latina quickly crawls up her body, settling herself on top of her as their mouths crash together once more. She can taste herself on Santana, and it only makes her hotter.
As she feels Santana's shaft rub against her folds, making her moan, she raises her knees and spreads her legs further. In one breath, Santana pushes in.
"Fuck, you are so damn tight," Santana moans into her neck, sucking and nipping at the soft skin there. She moves slowly at first, rocking into Brittany in smooth, strong strokes that have the blonde panting.
"You feel so good…" Brittany gasps. Her fingers ball into fists, trying to find something to hold onto. Santana moves her hands into Brittany's, and their fingers entwine as she gradually begins to pick up the pace.
Knowing what Brittany needs, Santana releases her hands and leans back to rest on her knees before gripping Brittany's hips tightly and beginning to spear into her again.
"Yes, yes! Fuck!" Brittany screams, reaching behind her to grab at the headboard as Santana fucks her roughly.
"You are such a brat," Santana growls, one hand moving from her hip to splay across Brittany's lower stomach, her thumb rubbing circles on the dancer's clit.
Brittany moans, her hips pressing up to meet Santana's every thrust. "Baby, I'm so close."
"So, who's telling you about the things I do and places I go?" Santana asks as she stills her movement, causing Brittany's eyes to widen in surprise.
"San," Brittany whines. "Keep going!"
"Is it Martha?" Santana narrows her eyes playfully. "It's okay. I won't be mad."
"Fine! It's Martha!" Brittany growls, pulling Santana's hips towards her. "Now put your fucking cock back in me!"
Santana smirks before giving three more hard thrusts into Brittany, just enough to have the dancer crashing into oblivion once again, her body seizing in ecstasy. "That's it, Britt," Santana urges, still gliding slowly in and out of Brittany, prolonging her pleasure.
After a few more thrusts, Brittany finally sags into the bed, her body tingling.
"I'm not done with you yet." Santana reaches around her pale waist, grips it tightly, and rolls them over so that the blonde is hovering over her. Pale legs are on either side of tanned ones, Brittany's hands braced on Santana's toned stomach. "It's time for you to do some of the work," Santana says, gripping Brittany's hips and slowly guiding her up and back down.
Brittany hisses as she feels Santana's dick rubbing the sensitive walls of her thoroughly fucked pussy, yet she can't resist. She starts to ride her, slowly at first, then builds up speed until she is bouncing on top of Santana without a care.
Santana watches as Brittany throws her head back, moaning loudly. Dark brown eyes trail down to stare at Brittany's tits bouncing in heavy circles, wild and plump above her. Her hand reaches up to cup one, pulling on the nipple softly, and Brittany bucks her hips, moaning in pleasure.
"Touch yourself while you fuck me," Santana orders, watching as one pale hand moves to where they are joined, pale fingers rubbing frantic circles on her sensitive clit. The sight is beautiful.
On top of her, Brittany is wild and untamed, bouncing and writhing. "Oh fuck…San!" Brittany screams her ex-girlfriend's name, bucking and writhing as her fourth climax hits her as soon as Santana starts to buck her own hips upward to meet her thrusts.
As Santana watches Brittany fall apart above her, the tight, wet clenching of her pussy takes her over the edge. With a loud moan, Santana empties herself, feeling her dick pulse out rope after rope of cum, filling Brittany's tight pussy. They both sigh as she continues to shallowly thrust, chest heaving with every breath, then relaxes into the bed.
"Come here." Santana grabs Brittany by the back of her neck and kisses her deeply. "You get some rest, because I am so not done with you," she adds, her hands gripping Brittany's ass and pulling her closer.
Brittany closes her eyes for a moment, catching her breath before another fury of passionate love-making consumes her already spent body.