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𝑂𝑛𝑖𝑘𝑎
Damn.
Was I falling for it? The closeness of her body and mine? The sweetness of her kiss and the temptation of wanting them to trail southward?
It was interesting to me to say the least. We'd fallen asleep in the pit, cuddled together and surrounded by a barricade of pillows on my faux fur rug. I awoke to her hand gently rubbing circles around the curve of my back and light kisses on my neck. She whispered to herself, admiring me and my heart began to beat faster.
I moved a little, allowing more skin to be available to her. "Someone's awake." She grinned against my neck and I tried to stop myself from smiling, pretending to still be asleep. She seemed to catch on immediately, chuckling to herself and placing her hand on my stomach. "So we're playin'? Alright princess."
The hand slid down my front, up under my shirt and then back down to my shorts, pulling them off. The pace of the beating vessel in my chest quickened as long fingers gently pressed against the wet lips of my core. "You stay wet for me, mama." She growled by my ear, trailing kisses back to my lips. They met, hers engulfing mine with a hungered embrace and two of those fingers sliding into me with ease.
A gasp left my mouth and went into hers as she tongued me down. My eyes fluttered open before closing once her digits began to thrust in my honey coated pussy. "F-fuck.." I moaned, muffled but still loud.
Involuntarily my legs spread and Beyoncé smirked against my lips.
I had fully opened myself to her. She had me.
"So good for me, I just wanna ruin you princess." She huskily whispered, my body shuddered, my imagination running wild. Am I a hypocrite for wanting to let her do it? Letting her take my body farther than just her fucking me, after basically telling her on multiple occasions she wasn't allowed to be the one with power?
It didn't help that I was spread out under her like some dumb whore waiting for a hard fucking, one I was sure she'd give me regardless of what I was and/or what authority, or lack there of, I had.
"Can I?" She asked, the pace of her digits increased. Entering and exiting my body deeper and harder, her thumb pressing down on the erect bundle of nerves. I opened my eyes again, trying to speak but it was hard to. The action at my core sent waves through the rest of my person, taking control of my body.
But I enjoyed it. Beyoncé moved between my thighs, pushing one of legs up and watching as it shook. Applying more pressure inside of me, I could feel an intense sensation in the pit of my stomach. She coaxed me to relax, plunging her fingers deeper. "Let it happen, mama. Let it all out.."
"W-wait, baby I– o-oh my God!" I cried when she pulled her fingers out quickly, letting my juices squirt onto her lap.
