TEMPTED. ||BEYNIKA

Potential Dates. 6

BEYONCÉ stood and helped her stand up, pushing her dress back down. Her legs were like jelly and she bent and scooped her up, carrying her into the house.

Onika licked her neck before sucking on her earlobe. She groaned and strode down a small hallway before stopping in front of the first closed door on the left.

"This is the den." she muttered as she nipped at her neck.

"It looks nice," she replied without looking up. Her arms tightened around Onika when she slid her hand inside her shirt and ran her fingers through the hair on chest. Beyoncé moved further down the hallway, her breath catching when Onika scraped her fingernails across one flat nipple.

"Jesus," She groaned and jerked her head towards the next door.  "Bathroom."

"Mm-hmm."  She kissed Beyoncé's jaw, running her tongue across and enjoying the pleasure she was giving.

Beyoncé walked to the door at the end of the hallway.  "Bedroom."

Onika moved her hand, searching blindly for the doorknob.  Her fingers brushed against it and she turned it as Beyoncé pushed on the bottom of the door with her foot. She carried Onika into the room. Her bedroom faced the ocean and the light from the dying sun filled the room with a warm, golden glow.  It was a small room and completely dominated by the biggest bed Onika had ever seen.

"Good God."  She stared at the bed.  "Three people could sleep stretched out on this bed and not touch once."

"I think it's a little early for us to be talking about inviting someone else into the bed with us. Maybe next weekend," she replied.

Onika blushed and smacked her lightly on the back.  "That isn't what I meant, you pervert." Beyoncé laughed and set her on her feet next to the bed.

"You should perhaps work on your communication skills, Ms. Maraj." She reached for the hem of Onika's dress and she lifted her arms so she could pull it over her head. Beyoncé removed her bra and stared reverently at her breasts before cupping them in her hands.

"So beautiful," she murmured. Beyoncé dipped her head and kissed each nipple before sucking on them, making Onika arched her back and reached for Beyoncé's shirt. She unbuttoned it and pushed it off her shoulders. Beyoncé shrugged out of it, letting it fall to the floor, and she reached for the button on Beyoncé's shorts. She unbuttoned them and slipped her hand inside of them, gasping in surprise at her own lack of underwear.

"I was afraid you might try to steal my underwear in retaliation," Beyoncé said.  She had a quick image of stuffing her underwear into her purse and burst into giggles.

"You find my lack of underwear amusing?" Beyoncé pinched her nipple, making Onika gasp and twist her hand until she was gripping her hard cock. Beyoncé made her own gasp and let her head fall back as Onika stroked her.

"Not at all," she said. She used her other hand to unzip her shorts and they fell to the floor. She looked down, desire unfurling in her belly at the sight of her cock. She ran her thumb over the tip of it, spreading the moisture across it as she gave another groan of pleasure.

Onika turned her around and pushed her into a sitting position on her bed. She knelt between her legs and bent her head, taking the tip of Beyoncé's cock into her warm mouth making Beyoncé inhale sharply and her hands threaded into Onika's hair. She gripped her head and urged her mouth lower. 

Oniak slid her mouth down, taking as much of her large cock into her mouth as she could. She sucked her cock with long, slow strokes of her mouth as she gripped the base with her hand and twisted lightly.