Beyoncé
I'm in the kitchen when Megan comes in. It's been days since I confronted Wallace. She's been visibly calmer and happier. But that's not all I meant when I said I would take care of it.
Megan, Solange, Julez and my mother are all I have. I love the all of them and would do anything to maintain their safety.
"Hey!"
"Hey, Bey!"
She sets her bag down and kicks off her shoes by the door.
"This Julius again?" She asks.
I nod. The older man reclines on the couch watching a movie comfortably with some earbuds in.
"Hey."
"Hey, Megan."
"C'mere? I don't get no hug?" I open up my arms.
She smiles and sinks into my arms.
"How was work?"
"Good." She says. "And Ion know what you did, but Wallace quit. Thanks, Bey."
"Welcome." I sneak a quick kiss to her lips.
"Imma change and come back." She says.
She shits the door to the bedroom and I turn around, my back to the countertop and Julius looks at me.
"How are you gonna break it to her?"
"Ion know. But she needs it. Ion trust him. You ain't seen him? He's a little gone in the head. Broke her arm and still kept at it." I say a little lower.
He hums. I dry my hands and let the soup sit for a bit.
It's about 20 or so minutes (maybe more) and Megan returns in some sweats and a shirt. It accentuates her ass and butt, I'll admit. Her cast is off but she still needs a brace of sorts. Wallace did her shit so dirty.
"Getcho gorgeous ass over here." I bring her close again.
The closeness gives Julius a bit of the memo to go out into the balcony.
"Why's he here?" Megan asks in my ear.
"Um..."
I was hoping to tell her after we ate.
"Discussin' security for you."
"Beyoncé, I'm fine, Ion need that."
"Megan..." I raise my brows. "I ain't riskin' it."
Regardless, I'm gonna have them shadow her.
"I don't need it." She says with her lips centimeters away from mine.
"You do."
"No, I don't."
It's then that her boobs and hips are pinning my against the kitchen counter. Julius must have some psychic gifts the way he left, we would've been looking dumb.
"Megs, I ain't gonna fig- —"
She crashes our lips together. It ignites everything in me. Separating for few seconds at a time I drag us to my bedroom, pushing her onto the bed.
"You are."
She bites her lips as she looks flustered and sexy.
"Take that shirt off, instead." She says.
I slam the door shut and comply. I connect our lips together, and grab at her ass to get her closer to the middle of the bed. She lets out the biggest moan and wraps her legs around me.
"How am I 'sposed to fuck you with my legs trapped?"
She bites her lips and her clothes fly off swiftly. I take a few feels of her soft skin, move her panties aside and plunge two fingers in. She barely even gets time to take her bra off. She drops everything and moans with her head dropped back. She props herself up lazily on her elbows.
I'm still annoyed with her so I guess I have to make that apparent while I'm giving it to her.
I quicken my pace and rub her clit simultaneously. Her lower half shakes as more moans escape.
Right as I can feel her walls tightening up, I stop.
She looks at me and licks her lip and sniffles.
"Why you stop?"
"You gettin' this security."
"No, I'm not Beyoncé."
"Then you not cummin'..." I move onto the bed, positioned on my knees between her legs.
I straighten myself up and cross my arms. It hurts me more than it hurts her. I squeeze my legs together to keep myself at bay as well. I bite my lip because I doubt it's working.
"Hmm..." Megan bucks her hips towards me.
Definitely to seduce me back in. As much as I want her wet juicy folds, I can't give in.
I'm serious on the topic of protecting her.
But if she wants to tease, I'll tease too. I lean forward and blow on her folds, then lean back. She nearly trapped my head in her pussy.
Then she groans, "Bey, Bey..."
"You gon' take it?"
"Fine." she clicks her tongue harshly.
I'm happy but also don't give a fuck in the moment because I can finally eat her out, instead of being teased. Don't think I got to taste her properly in prison.
I keep her legs held open and give one lick down the center. She bucks her hips up, so I have a feel for what patterns to go for.
"Mmm." Her hand makes it's way in my hair. "Bey..."
Then I really dive in. I drag my tongue in and out her pussyhole, then swirl up and down her folds to spread her wetness around a bit more evenly. Her thighs nearly choke me out as I get entranced and forget to hold them apart. Her hold on my hair becomes bear painful.
I try to one up her by holding her legs down harder than before.
"Baby... fuck! Fuck, oh my god!"
"Like that, hmm?!" I ask, smirking against her folds.
"Yeah, oh fuuuuccckkkkk."
I enclose my lips on her clit and suck hard, adjusting myself so I can add my fingers right under then to keep plunging in and out her hole.
Megan tastes just like I pretended those other bitches tasted like. It's like heaven. I can almost taste her annoyance with each lap of my tongue on her folds. It's beautiful.
"Boutta cum, baby."
I can feel Megan going limp and writhing under my touch.
I hum against her folds in approval. While it's in such imperfect circumstances I'm glad I got to physically have her again.
Her walls tighten hard as fuck, along with her spine and comes crashing down like a bow and arrow. Her back hits the bed and I crawl up to see if she's still conscious.
Her eyes are tightly closed for a few seconds before opening with tears.
"Glad we're on the same page." I sneak a kiss to her so she can taste herself.
She looks at me with glassy, lovey eyes and I can't help but blush too.
"Megan, babe, I just want you safe that's all to it."
"I know." She gives me a quick peck. "I know".
"Ight, let's hurry up and eat so we can discuss with Julius." I say. "We can do this properly another day."
"Aw, Beyonce, you gon' really fuck me up next time, huh?"
I pop the "p", "Yup."
I sneak in ine more kiss while we're here before getting dressed and getting the food served.
