Mama's Little Girls

seventeen

Onika Maraj
26 May 2019
Midtown Condo

"Tell me where my girls are again?" Beyoncé asked.

"They're with child services right now." I told her, unlocking my apartment door. "They'll be let out tomorrow morning. They have to be kept for some time, for observation."

"Ok." She hummed in response. "So, they'll be coming straight out to me?"

"Yes. The City Court of Atlanta and family court division agreed the girls would have the best outcome under your custody. It wasn't a hard decision to make." I explained, once we were inside my place.

I threw my purse onto the couch, turning to see Beyoncé taking her shoes off.

"You know where my bathroom is." I started. "You can get to showering and I'll bring you a fresh towel."

She could've gone home to shower, but her place was twice the distance mine was from the courthouse. Plus, she didn't have a car anymore.

"Cool." She sighed, exhaustion all in her breath.

I let her find her way to my bedroom, where my bathroom resided. Once she was gone, I paced my living room, as my thoughts ran wild.

Something inside me stirred, and I couldn't help but just think about how much I loved her. The feeling I got when I looked at her. When she told me she loved me in the courtroom, it was different.

Because being in love and loving someone was two completely different things.

After what felt like an eternity, the water turned off. I realised I'd forgotten her towel, so I quickly grabbed it, jogging over to my room to place it down.

As I did so, I heard the bathroom door creak open. A beat later, Beyoncé stepped out, water streaming down her chiselled torso, completely unbothered by her nudity. She looked momentarily surprised to find me there, as if no one had told her I was still in the apartment.

I instinctively covered my eyes, the urge to respect her privacy was overpowering, but my fingers soon slipped slightly apart, betraying me as curiosity overwhelmed my senses. The light shimmered off her wet skin, and my body reacted before my mind could process the consequences.

Beyoncé caught my gaze, a smirk creeped onto her lips. "Do you have a towel for me?" She teased, her eyes glimmering with amusement.

Heat flushed through me, as I dropped my hands, my intentions faltering my attraction for her grew. My feet began moving before my mind could process my actions.

"Onika." She rasped, taking a step closer, droplets cascading from her body onto my floor.

The air thickened, charged with unspoken words, and before I could second-guess myself, I closed the distance between us. "I love you too." I muttered.

I captured her lips in an intoxicating kiss. One that differed from our previous ones. I pushed my guilt aside, surrendering to the urgency of the moment.

We stumbled back onto my bed. Our kiss never broke as we switched positions. From Beyoncé being in top of me, to me being on top of her.  I lost myself in her arms. The world faded away, leaving only us.

Her erection only grew between my thighs, and I was ready to welcome it. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and she sucked at it before tangling it with her own.

Her hands caressed my body over my clothing, working to get me bare. She fiddled with all my buttons and zippers, ridding me of my clothes. I wrapped both of my legs around her waist, pulling her closer to me.

I bit into my bottom lip, pulling away from our passionate kiss. She dragged her lips to my cheek, gently pecking it and kissing down to my neck.

My mouth hung ajar as I whimpered, wanting her more and more by the second. I began to grind into her, causing a friction between her hardness and my core. I was dripping wet for her.

I reached down, holding onto her and I moaned as I slipped her inside me. She groaned as she sank deeper into me and I moaned, feeling every vein and curve in her dick.

Pulling away, she rested her head in the crook of my neck, and planted her hand beside me. My breathing grew heavier. "Oh, fuck!" I let out another moan.

She grunted softly in my ear, feeling and filling me with strokes that grew harder. She raised her head from my neck, pecking my lips. "Look at me, Onika." She ordered.

My eyes opened and blurred instantly, when she drove herself into me hard. My back arched off the bed.

"This feel good, baby?"

"Yessss!" I cried out as she pressed me into the mattress.

She dug inside my pussy, curving me to only fit her. My walls tightened on their own, convulsing with every breath I took. I hadn't been en eye red in so long that it felt new to me.

The sounds of our love making only intensified my arousal. My wetness covering the pole that was rock solid between her thighs.

I could only whimper, my body at her mercy.
Beyoncé lifted my leg, deepening her angle, and unlocking another part of me.

"Shit!" I cursed, biting down on my lip.

I was in love with what she kept between her legs. My juices leaked out, covering the both of us, along with the beads of sweat that coated our bodies.

"I know what you want." Beyoncé grunted, ploughing into me, relentlessly. "You want me to paint your walls."Her voice was stern in my ear, as she laid her authority down on me. "But, you gotta apologise, baby."

I couldn't breathe, I felt stuffed with her dick inside me.

"You left me." She orated, pumping deeper with her rough strokes. "You gotta apologise, baby."

I whimpered when she pulled out of me, leaving me to feel empty. I opened my mouth to whine some more, but in a swift motion, she lifted me by my waist and turned me onto my stomach.

She buried my face into the bed, entering me with so much more force. I felt winded, losing my breath instantly.

"I—" My words got caught in my throat, replaced by a shakey moan.

She repeatedly pounded into me, pulsing and throbbing. She hit my spot perfectly.

"I'm sorry." I apologised, letting the tears of pleasure fall.

Our skin slapped together, as our sexes stuck like two puzzles pieces. With my back in a deep arch and Beyoncé's hands planted on my hips to keep me still, my orgasm hit me.

"You're so tight, baby. I forgive you." Beyoncé whispered as she pecked the back of my ear. "I love you."

Beyoncé landed a few hard slaps on my ass, leaving a stinging sensation. Her aggression made me cum harder. I liked her like this. Mean and assertive. I needed this.

She slammed into me, and I moved back on her member, working her to help her release. My stomach kept caving as my orgasm ran through me. Soon enough, we were cumming together.

She groaned aloud, pulling out completely and shooting her warm essence down my spine. I felt empty without her, wishing she'd released inside me. But we both knew why that wouldn't work.

"Wow, you really fine." She panted, slapping me once more, causing me to hiss.

She trailed light kisses up my back as she put us in a new position. It made me wonder when the last time she had sex was. It was like she was fresh. A well-oiled machine.

🖤🖤🖤

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