Mine Forever - Book 2

Chapter 8

"Fuck me, Beyonce. Please." Nicki begged without any shame, feeling the emptiness that only Beyonce could fill.

"Upstairs." Beyonce groaned as her mouth pulled away from Nicki's. She gripped Nicki's ass, grinding herself against her.

"Here. Now," Nicki insisted as she turned and faced the wall of the elevator. Placing her hands on the wall, she bent at the waist and opened her legs wide and told Beyonce, "My hands will stay on the wall. Please. Just do it. I need you now."

"Fuck!" Beyonce's curse was frustrated, but so passionate that Nicki wasn't surprised to hear the zipper of her pants lowering.

Yes. 

Another victory.

"I need you." Beyonce's hoarse whisper was almost inaudible. 

Nicki knew Beyonce hadn't meant for her to hear her, but she did. 

The quiet, harshly uttered words echoed in her mind, drawing forth an answering primal response that nearly brought her to her knees.

The air in the elevator was steamy and the only sound in the small, cramped space was the ragged, uneven breaths coming from their mouths, as she waited for Beyonce to impale her, to feel her filling up the lonely places inside of her. 

"Please, Beyonce. Now."

Nicki nearly sobbed with relief as she felt the blunt head of her cock brush the needy flesh between her spread legs. 

Beyonce's large hands gripped her hips with an almost savage strength, pulling her back against her, her cock slamming into her slick channel with one powerful, hard stroke.

Nicki gasped from the pure elation of Beyonce's possession. 

"Did I hurt you?" Beyonce rasped as Nicki felt her body tense. "You're so tight."

"No. No. It just feels so good." Nicki pushed back against Beyonce, urging her to move.

"Jesus, Nicki. You deserve better than getting fucked in a damn elevator." Beyonce groaned as she pulled back, tightened her grip on Nicki's hips and buried herself to the root inside of her again. "But I can't stop. Never want to stop."

"You can't stop. I couldn't take it if you stopped. Harder, Beyy. Give me more." Nicki's head fell back as Beyonce started an even, deep rhythm that threatened to drive her insane. 

The coarse fabric of her suit abraded her spine as she leaned forward, her body curling around Nicki protectively as she kept up a hard, punishing thrust with her hips. 

In and out. 

Over and over. 

Nicki quivered as Beyonce's hot, uncontrolled breath hit the side of her face as she nipped at the tender flesh of her neck.

Never had she experienced a need so volatile and untamed. 

Yearning to hold Beyonce as she pounded into her, she gripped the metal balance bar and shoved her pelvis back, meeting Beyonce stroke for stroke, needing the contact of skin on skin wherever she could get it.

One of Beyonce's hands left her hip and slid down the front of her, between her thighs. She caressed the springy curls before her fingers slipped lower, so very close to the swollen bud of flesh right above her pounding cock.

"Oh, God!" Every nerve in Nicki's body throbbed as Beyonce's fingers circled her clit, making her hips slam back on her cock with a strength that she didn't know she had. "Touch me. Please."

"Come for me." Beyonce's deep voice commanded as her fingers zeroed in on the tiny bud of flesh that was aching for her touch.

Whimpering, Nicki's head fell forward and she was blinded by the curtain of hair that was swinging wildly from Beyonce's brutal thrusts.