Coach. || BEYNIKA [Completed]

Epilogue.

Onika Maraj

Ten years later...

"Hafy Bifby."

"What was that?"

Beyoncé moves her mouth away from my pussy, licking her lips. "I said 'happy birthday.'" I giggle as she dives back between my legs, licking and sucking her way to my orgasm.

I stretch my arms over my head, spreading my legs wider. This isn't a bad way to start my twenty-eighth year. I grip her hair in my hands, grinding against hee face, never getting tired of the way she feels on my body.

We've been through so much, and getting to this moment was hard fought, but goddamn, was it worth it.

Surprisingly, my parents were thrilled that Beyoncé and I were together, and we didn't realize it at the time, but having that support meant all the difference. I opted out of my last year of high school and graduated early. Beyoncé and I didn't go public until it was official, but the backlash was awful. She coached the high school to a state championship with an undefeated season and still they wanted her out. The school board created a new contract for her to sign that was just bullshit to push her out of the door. She didn't need the money or the attention, so she just went quietly, not making a scene. My heart broke for her, because all she ever wanted to do was to be involved in football, even if it was coaching.

After a year of sulking about it, I suggested she get involved in a local 'big brother' football camp. Ever since then, she's found her purpose again. She's been there eight years, and loves seeing the boys grow and develop.

I was pretty much treated the same way I was before senior year of high school, like the awkward girl no one knew what to do with. But I was used to it, so it was no skin off my nose. I got pregnant the minute Beyoncé got inside me, giving birth to our son, Bryce, nine months later. After that, we had our daughter Bianca, and then our other daughter Brooklyn. My pregnancy with Brooklyn was difficult, so after that, we decided it was time to close the baby chapter. Our family is happy and healthy, and that's all I ever wanted.

"Fuck, baby, I can't wait. I need to get inside you."

"It's my birthday! Don't I get a say?"

"After this, I need to take the edge off." Beyoncé scoots up the bed, thrusting inside me, hard and fast. "Goddamn, eating that pussy gets me so fucking hard."

She reaches between us, rubbing my clit, and then leans down to kiss me, letting me taste myself. The flavor of my need combined with her hard cock fucking me tests my limits. Beyoncé pulls back, putting a hand over my mouth as I shout my release. I feel myself squirt on her cock, drenching her in my cum.

"Fuck." she buries her face in my neck, biting me there while she empties inside me. The feeling of her warm cum flooding me makes me twitch and sparks off another, smaller orgasm.

"Mom! Grandma is here to take me to soccer practice!" I hear Biance yell from the bottom of the stairs.

"Tonight the kids are going to your parents'," Beyoncé says as she licks my nipple, sucking it into her mouth.

"What are we going to do with an empty house and all this time on our hands?" I giggle as I cup one of her tit in my hand. God, she's forty and just getting sexier with every year that passes.

"I'm sure we can think of something."

"How about you put on that Darth Vader mask I got you and you punish me for being a rebel?"

She gets a wicked look in her eye and nods her head. "I think I'd enjoy showing you my Lightsaber."

We fall into giggling pile as we roll around in our happily ever after.

The End.