My Rib

Chapter Two - Healing

"Don't stop," Beyoncé moaned.

She threw her head back in pure ecstasy as he sucked on her neck, touching her most intimate parts at the same time.

"It feels good?"

"Sooo good baby," she moaned.

He stood up, lifting her onto his waist as he leaned in to kiss her passionately. Their tongues intertwined as she reached up to hold his jaw. Sucking his bottom lip into her mouth, she moaned as his hard wood rubbed against her pussy with every step he took. She needed him. Finally he reached his destination, his bedroom, and laid her down on his king sized bed. Her back hit the sheets as she looked up at him with both lust and love in her eyes.

"Daddy I need you," she said.

"How bad you need me?"

"So, so bad. I'm so wet," she moaned.

"I already know," he said as he reached down to pull her thong down her thick thighs.

Once he got them off, he threw them to the side, and spread her legs wide so he could see his favorite view. So pink. So wet. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and leaned down to take her lips in another fire blazing kiss - his kisses trailed down her neck, breasts, stomach, and finally to her wet box. Beyoncé gasped as he sucked on her clit softly - his head game was always immaculate.

"Fuck baby, that feels so fucking good," she moaned.

"Mmmm, it tastes so fucking good," he replied.

She reached down to grab the top of his head, beginning to roll her hips back and forth on his mouth. He slipped two fingers into her and began to curve them upwards, hitting her spot.

"Fuck! Don't stop baby, I'm about to cum," she  moaned out.

He raised his head slightly to look at her. His eyes penetrated her soul.

"Say my name," he said.

"Ah shit," she moaned, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

"Say my fucking name Beyoncé," he said sternly.

She moaned again before biting her bottom lip - she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of saying it, but the way he was eating her right now made it hard. He pulled her in closer by her thighs and sucked on her flesh with even more passion. Her eyes watered as she felt that familiar feeling creep up.

"You gone say it?" He finger fucked her even harder.

"Fuck! Shawn!"

Beyoncé woke up sweating from the dream she was having. She looked down and saw that her panties were wet and she felt the throbbing between her legs. Another sex dream. Another day without getting any dick. From him. She sighed and grabbed her phone before getting up from bed. She checked her notifications and saw a text from Solange, her friend Kelly, and two from Shawn. She thought about how she had called him last night.

Flashback

"Beyonce?"

"I'm ready to talk..... Shawn."

"You being forreal?"

"I said that didn't I?" She said with attitude in her voice.

"Drop the fucking attitude," he said.

"Don't tell me what to do. You deserve the attitude," she said.

"I do, but I'm also trying to talk to you and I ain't giving you attitude, so can we please have a civilized conversation?"