the story kicks off twelve years after the death of Beyoncé. The drama is far from over, there will be a bunch of twist and turns in this new chapter of Nicki's life that she will not see coming.
This is the second chapter of Don't Hurt Yourself, r...
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Nicki Minaj
I'm supposed to be mad at her but how can I when she's standing completely naked in the mirror. I mean dick just out swinging freely! Who does that? Her annoying self isn't even doing nothing but texting on her phone, no doubt texting Michelle or Kelly even dumber asses. All three of them pissed me off, more so Beyoncé. Her ass know better than to go and get herself kidnapped. Now she's standing there naked confusing my poor horny ass brain. "Put some clothes on Giselle!"
"Why? Aren't you drooling over me."
"No one is drooling."
"So you weren't staring at this?" She grabbed her dick with her free hand. I watched her stroke herself a few times before locking eyes with me through the mirror. The way my body responds to her was ridiculous, I could already feel the heat between my legs. My eyes didn't even want to stop staring, it was like I was in a trance as I watched her play with herself.
Our eyes were glued to each other's; I was watching her face twist in pleasure while she watched me bite my lip to her pleasure.
Then it happened, I managed to pull myself away from her sexual trance and turn over on my side. I need to keep it together, Beyoncé will not be let off this easily. My anger will not be pushed aside. She could've gotten seriously hurt today. I barely got her back then she goes off to be kidnapped by my crazy ex. Yeah I admit he was crazy. Crazy for thinking Beyoncé was going to let him slid and crazy for not walking away.
We both could've walked away. I was wrong for seeing him the one time but I stopped. I tried to keep him alive yet he had other plans. In the end everything boiled down to him or Beyoncé. Let's face it, my choice will always be her.
No matter how many times Beyoncé gets me upset, I'll always choose her. Don't nobody have my heart the way she do. "I was not staring. Something caught my eye that's all."
"Don't believe you." My eyes were close as I felt the bed dip. I opened them when she turned me over flat on my back. "Why you stopped looking, I wasn't finished?
"I have no clue what you're talking about."
"Lying ass, give me a kiss."
"No you made me mad Giselle."
"I apologized for being stupid the entire way here. Maybe if you gave me a kiss you would stop being mad."
"I won't but I'll kiss you so you can leave me alone though." By wrapping my arms around her neck, I pulled her in closer for a kiss. On a scale of one to ten I'll say this kiss was a solid eleven. One for each inch of what I felt pressing against me as we kissed. Her tip brushed against my clit making me moan allowing her to push her tongue inside my mouth. Our kisses were always sloppy whenever both of us got like this.
We would fight for dominance until I gave up and let her take over. This time though, she pulled away to kiss me behind my ear. "Baby." My voice came out breathy. The little bit of control that I had was tethering.
