Speechless

Eight

Megan

We're supposed to be watching TV but we're on her bed, making out instead.

She's in control right now and I'm so fucking turned on.

Kissing my exes never felt this fucking good.

To be honest, just chilling with my exes never felt as good as it does with Beyoncé.

She shifts our positions from lying next to each other to her on top of me.

I think we both know what this is about to lead to and I'm more than ready.

The tent in her basketball shorts is telling me she is, too.

Her knee finds its way between my legs and I moan into her mouth when she makes contact with me through my clothes.

"You like that?" She asks me.

I nod.

I shiver when her warm hands slide under my shirt, her thumbs grazing my nipples.

She kisses down my jaw to my neck.

My back involuntarily arches when she kisses my spot.

"Hmm." She hums as if she's taking in information.

Her right hand dances lightly on the waistband of my shorts.

"Beyoncé." I whine.

I need her bad.

"I want to hear you beg, baby." She says looking down at me with a lustful gaze.

Her fingers slowly dip below the waistband and into my panties but she stops just shy of my lips.

"Fuck." I frown growing frustrated. "Stop teasing."

"You're a fast learner, Megan. You know what I want to hear." She smirks.

If I wasn't so horny I'd ignore her because I usually make bitches beg not the other way around but my pussy is pounding right now.

"Please, touch me, Beyoncé." I say lowly.

Her fingers connect with my clit, rubbing circles as she nibbles at the spot on my neck at the same time causing me to moan loudly.

"Damn. It's a lake down here." She mumbles against my neck.

She slips 2 fingers in hitting my g-spot and uses her thumb to rub my clit.

Her finger game is insane.

"Shiiiit." I moan out.

"That feel good?" She asks already knowing the answer. "You gone cum for me?"

I can't respond because I'm so close.

It's ironic.

Suddenly, she's talking and I'm nonverbal.