I want my pussy ate😌, so it can be a bedroom massacre.
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Beyoncé
Beyoncé house ( L.A)
Afternoon
March 15th 2020
Beyoncé
Nicki was a brat. Simple as that. If she didn't get her way she would scream and cry until what she wanted was handed to her. Beyoncé didn't like bratty little girls, and Nicki knew that.
"Come on, gorgeous. Just one more? For me?" Bey begged, a spoonful of cereal pressed to Nicki's lips. Nicki had refused to eat anything for the hours she had been here and Bey wanted to get something into her before she sent her home.
The brown-eyed girl shook her head. "No." "Daddy isn't going to tolerate this bratty attitude." Bey said warningly. Nicki didn't budge, she kept her arms crossed over her chest and eyebrows furrowed in determination. She wasn't going to crack. "No!" The bratty girl slammed her fist down against the table, the bowl of cheerios toppling over allowing soggy puffs to drip onto the floor below them.
Nicki stared at the mess with wide eyes, this was not what she had intended to do. "See,this what told your ass Nic!" Bey screamed, dropping the spoon to the table with a loud clatter. The small girl flinched at the noise as a shallow whimper passed her lips. "M'sorry, dada." She squeaked. Bey gripped her wrist and tugged her up from the stool, beginning to drag her towards the bedroom.
"Daddy, no! I'll be good, promise!" Nic cried, trying to dig her wool-covered feet into the ground. "You're only going to make this worse, babygirl." Bey barked. Nic continued to wail and spit out apologies like a prayer, her lips moving fast and skillfully as she wept in fear. Once they had reached the bedroom, Bey sat her on the edge of the bed so she was looking at the wall.
"You're going to sit here until I think you're done, you hear me?" "You can't time-out me! I'm not a baby, daddy!" Nic fought. "Then stop acting like one!" Bey shouted, turning on her heels and slamming the door. Nic looked at it for a couple seconds, instantly cringing at the guilt eating away at her. "Daddy?" She called out shakily. "Daddy, 'm sorry!" She opened the door and poked her head into the hallway. The hotel was eerily silent, the only noise the wind brushing against the buildings bricks.
Slowly, Nic crept out of the room and tiptoed down the hallway, spotting bey sitting at the table typing away on her computer. "Dada?" Nic croaked, her voice cracking and still wobbly. Beyoncé did nothing but take a deep breath. "Are you done being a brat?" Beyoncé asked. Nic nodded and patted over to where Bey was sitting, turning her chair around and straddling her thighs.
Bey sighed, leaning her head back and looked into Nicki's big, doe-like eyes. "Daddy's sorry she yelled at you, baby," Nicki hummed and poked her finger out to trace bey's features, ever so delicately dragging the pad of her finger across Beyoncé's bottom lip. "S'kay," Bey frowned and fastened her grip on Nicki's waistline.
"No, it's not. I shouldn't have snapped at you, it was an accident." Nicki sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. "Stop biting your lip or I'll bite it for you," Nicki blushed and let her hand drop from Beyoncé's jawline. Testing the waters, she gnawed on her bottom lip again. Before she had a chance to release it, Beyoncé was bringing their lips together in a sloppy excuse for a kiss, her teeth nipping at Nicki's bottom lip as she promised.
Nicki moaned into Beyoncé's mouth as the rapper slipped her tongue past her lips. "We should stop," Beyoncé whispered. Nicki pulled their lips apart and latched onto Bey's sharp jaw. "I don't want to." Nicki whispered back. Beyoncé shook her hands under Nicki's shirt and clawed at her warm back.
