"I know if I'm haunting you, you must be haunting me."
BEYNIKA ONESHOTS: chapters, scenarios, scenes, and an imagination running wild.
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Onika.
We were standing face to face, breathing heavily as our chests touched. Beyoncé looked fucking sinful as she stared at me with her dark hooded eyes, making my pussy throb at the desire that pretty much reflected my own.
"Why you looking at me like you wanna fuck me?" I asked her teasingly, as I backed away a little bit.
She shook her head at me, as she slid her arms under my knees, and lifted me up as her hands gripped my ass tight in her grasp. "I'm not just gonna fuck you, I'm gonna ravish the fuck outa you, Onika." She whispered darkly, as she backed me up against the wall, while her lips latched onto my neck where she trailed fiery wet kisses, leaving an inferno behind every place she kissed.
I wrapped my arms around her neck, drawing her closer to me as I gasped in her ear at how good her mouth was making me feel. "Is that so, now?" I asked her between a few gasps.
She groaned at how breathless I sounded, as she let her hand slide inside my mini skirt, only to pause when she came in contact with my wet pussy lips, with no thong on or anything. "You ain't wearing any? Why's that?" She asked me in her raspy voice, as she wet fingers alongside my slit, making me lose the little bit of cohesiveness of words I had left.
"I... Fuck." I breathed out, moaning at how good her fingers felt like that against me. "I knew you'd rip them off of me, so I did us both a favor." I said, as I tipped my head backwards moaning at the harsh intrusion of her fingers.
"Shame, baby, I love ripping that shit off of you. It ain't like I can't afford buying the whole damn company of your thongs brand. I just love hearing that shit being torn open before I tear that pussy up." She said as she slowly kneeled down in front of me, hooking one of my thighs on her shoulder as she opened me wide up before she started eating my whole damn soul the fuck out.
"Fuck, Beyoncé, baby..." I drew out shakily, as I arched my back, trying to hold her head in a way to steady myself as she kept eating me out.
The moment we locked eyes, I felt everything starting to distort as I woke up startled. Fuck. It's just a dream. I jumped in surprise as I felt a tongue roll its wet way closer to my entrance, and I looked down locking eyes with Beyoncé who smirked so sexily up at me while she was sprawled in front of my opened legs. "Why dream of that when you can have me doing it even better, sweetheart?" She said darkly, as she put a hand on my stomach, to lay me down and started ravishing me once again. And oh yeah, wasn't it better than the fucking dream.
