Imagines (Beyonce x y/n)

My friends daugther

Today, I arrived at the household expecting to see Mathew, but he was nowhere to be found. Beyonce greeted me with a dazzling smile, the silk robe of her pajamas barely covering her luscious body.

 She invited me in, and we settled on the couch, engaging in casual conversation.

As she adjusted her position, the robe slid up, revealing the dampness between her thighs. I struggled to maintain my composure, my eyes drawn to the sticky evidence of her arousal. 

She let out a low moan, hiking a leg up to give me a better view. I licked my lips, fighting the urge to pounce on her.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" I asked, my voice husky. "You look a little warm."

Beyonce giggled, her fingers dancing along the waistband of her robe. "Just enjoying the cooling air, Y/n. It feels nice."

My hand found its way to the back of the couch, twitching in my shorts as I watched her. She noticed and threw her head back, a sultry grin spreading across her face.

 "Take your pants off," she whispered, her hand reaching for my zipper.

I hesitated, torn between my desire for her and the fear of crossing a line. But the ache in my cock was insistent, and I knew I wouldn't be able to resist her for long. With a nod, I stood and shed my clothing, my erection springing free.

Beyonce's eyes widened as she took in the sight of me, fully hard and ready. "Mmm, what a big boy you have," she cooed, her voice dripping with lust.

I helped her up from the sofa, guiding her towards her bedroom. "Let's get you out of that," I growled, my hands roaming over her smooth skin as I unwrapped her like a precious gift.

Once she was naked, I pushed her down onto the bed, my mouth finding her entrance. I teased her with my tongue, circling and probing, until she was whimpering with need.

"I want you to tell me, Beyonce," I panted against her wet flesh, "can you handle this, little girl? Can you take all of me?"

"Yes, Y/n, please," she begged, her hips bucking upwards. "I can take it. I want it so bad."

I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock throbbing with anticipation. "And you can't tell anyone about this, okay? This is just for us."

"I won't, I promise," she whispered, her eyes locked with mine.

With a sudden thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, groaning at the tightness that engulfed me. Beyonce cried out, her walls clenching around my length. I held still for a moment, savoring the sensation, before starting to move.

My hands found purchase on her hips as I began to fuck her in earnest, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by Beyonce's moans and whimpers.

"You're such a good girl, taking this big dick," I grunted, my hips snapping forward. "I bet you fantasized about me, didn't you?"

"Yes, Y/n, I thought about you all the time. I wanted you so badly."

The confession ripped from her throat, a raw, unfiltered truth that shattered the last of my control. I pistoned into her from behind, my grip on her hips the only thing anchoring us both to reality. The frenzy of our first joining had been a wild, desperate thing, a claiming. This second time... this was a celebration of the secret now binding us together.

I pulled her back against my chest, my arms wrapping around her torso, one hand finding her breast, the other sliding down her slick stomach to the molten heat where we were joined. My cock plunged deep inside her, and I whispered filthy, delicious things in her ear. "You're mine now, sweetheart. Every inch of this ripe, young pussy belongs to me."