Onika and Beyoncé have been going to the same high school for 3 years and are just finally noticing each other. Dealing with her little sister, Beyoncé was a great caregiver. Now Onika, wasn't the perfect little, but who really wants perfect? It'll...
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I watched Beyonce's location, not surprised that she really was making her way over here. I smiled, knowing my plan was working perfectly. For someone who isn't supposed to have her car, she sure did get it quickly.
Momma Tina needed to have a damn backbone. Everybody knew she wasn't going to take Beyoncés's car, she just wanted to scare her.
Yoncé🫂🩷: come open this door
I've never run to my front door as quickly as I did when I finished reading that text. I'd worn myself out earlier but nothing was stopping me from seeing what Beyoncé had waiting for me.
Even if it was another punishment, the idea of her touching me, kept me on the edge.
Opening the door, I was taken aback at how quickly she took a step in and snatched me up by my throat. The door shut behind her and she forcefully walked me back into a wall with a stern look on her face. "You just love playing with me,"
I cracked a smile, only making her tighten her grip on my throat and close the gap between us, "Say something smart"
"I wasn't going to, Daddy," I replied, feeling her poking at my lower stomach.
She bit her lip, letting go of me with a slight push. "Go upstairs."
"Come with-"
"Go upstairs!" She demanded. I pouted, seeing her walk away from me and make her way past the steps to the downstairs hall. "Make me say it again and Ima fuck you up right there in that living room."
I scurried up the steps, not knowing what to do when I got into my room because she didn't give me any more demands except to go upstairs.
Even after everything I did to myself, almost half an hour ago, I still was anxiously waiting for Beyoncé to make her way up here and fuck me. I knew that's what she came here to do and I was excited.
My mother left and I didn't know where she went but I assumed she got her a new man. Good, that means I'll have this house to myself more often, which also means I can finally crack Beyoncé open the way I wanted to.
I heard her making her way upstairs and my pussy was already ready. I crossed my legs, trying to ease the throbbing of my clit as she walked into the door with a towel.
I smiled at her and she shook her head, "Don't be smiling at me Onika."
Standing up, I tried to wrap my arms around her but she pushed me right down on the bed. She threw the towel down on my bed before climbing over me and I looked up at her.
"Daddy?"
She hummed, taking my top off.
"I hope you didn't come here to tease me."
She made eye contact with me, "Ima give you what you want, baby." She told me, stripping me from everything covering my top half, "And you're going to take every inch of it."
