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Onika Maraj V-Day
I was so fucking horny, and all I could think about was wanting to have multiple orgasms right now. The drinks I had tonight did me so good, plus the way Beyoncé looked and treated me.
I had so much fun, but the real fun was just beginning.
We were all over each other in the elevator, lips locked, hands roaming, her grip firm around my throat as we kissed like we were starving.
Beyoncé pulled me in tight, our mouths moving together, sloppy and desperate. I couldn't hold back the moan that slipped out, and I felt her smirk against my lips.
Suddenly, the elevator dinged, and the doors opened. We broke apart quickly, a little breathless, and saw a couple standing there, looking surprised.
I adjusted myself. "Oop, I'm sorry,"
The woman just laughed, unbothered.
"Oh, girl, we're on your type of timing. Y'all can continue," she said, winking.
I laughed, wiping my lips, glancing over at Bey, who was still staring at me with those low, bedroom eyes, biting her lip.
My whole body was on fire; I knew she could tell.
The elevator doors slid open, and the couple stepped out.
"Y'all have a good night," the woman grinned, waving as they left.
The second they were gone, Beyoncé turned back to me, wasting no time, pulling me close and kissing me again. I couldn't help but laugh into the kiss. She didn't let up, her hands slipping around me, pulling me tighter as our mouths moved together.
The elevator dinged again, and this time it was our turn to get off. She broke the kiss, grabbed my hand, and led me down the hall to the suite.
When we got to the door, she unlocked it, and as soon as we stepped inside, my breath caught. The room was stunning-flowers everywhere, covering practically every inch of the space.
It looked like a scene straight out of a movie, the air filled with that sweet, soft floral scent. I noticed a few gifts off to the side, but honestly, all I cared about was her.
She closed and locked the door, and I was on her again, pressing her back against it as our lips collided. Her hands found their way to the straps of my dress, slowly sliding them down my shoulders.
She pulled it down to my hips, fingers slipping under my bra clasp, undoing it. The bra slipped off, and I could feel her eyes on me, her gaze roaming over every part of me as my breasts spilled free.
Her lips parted, and she bit down on her lip, reaching up to cup my boobs, her hands warm and firm as she squeezed, making me bite my lip in response.
She leaned in, her mouth finding my neck, and I felt her lips press down, sucking softly, leaving a trail of heat wherever they landed. Her fingers played with my nipples, flicking and teasing, making my breath hitch and my head fall back.
