Part 24

"Ryan," Beyoncé hummed as the dark haired girls lips closed around the strap on. She looked up as Beyoncé's hips thrust it in deeper. Deep enough to hurt her throat, deep enough that she felt something.

"Oh honey, you're such a little slut I love it," Beyoncé looked down holding the back of her head, stroking her hair.

Ryan choked, more turned on than she expected to be as she looked up at Beyoncé who was watching her intently, her eyes a darker brown than usual. Ryan put on a show, sucking like Beyoncé could feel it. Showing her what she could do.

"Good girl, just like that," the older one moaned from the simple pleasure of watching her. Ryan submitted to her like butter did to heat. She was so easy to control, so fun to play with.

Then Beyoncé pulled out watching the saliva drip from Ryan's mouth.

"You look so fucking beautiful baby," Beyoncé bit down on the inside of her lip before slapping Ryan across the face causing her breathing to hitch.

"That's for what you said earlier."

Ryan's eyes lowered, cheeks stinging. She's knew that was coming but Beyoncé was usually so gentle when she hurt her. She usually knew it was coming but fuck that was so HOT.

"Lie flat for me honey, mommy wants to see how wet that made you." Ryan did as told, looking up at Beyoncé. It was beyond sexy the way she spoke with that accent, so confident as if she just knew Ryan would take it.

Ryans back hit the sheets and she spread open her legs, letting Beyoncé see everything. Her pussy leaking, clit hard and throbbing, like all she needed was Beyoncés magic touch. And she watched the older one watching her, the way her neck bobbed as she swallowed, those hazel eyes drifting down her body.

"You liked that huh?" Beyoncé slipped her fingers along Ryan's slit gathering up wetness from between her thighs. The blonde woman hummed pressing her fingers to her tongue. "Answer me," she demanded.

"Y-yes," Ryan watched her tasting her on her lips, strap on hanging from between her legs. She couldn't wait to feel her inside.

"Such a nasty girl. Flip over and arch your back for me honey."

Ryan did as told, getting up on all fours, wetness dripping from between her thighs. And Beyoncé couldn't help the way her eyes narrowed and her mouth got dry at the sight. Ryan did everything she asked, so easily, sexily. Beyoncé loved it, loved making her do exactly what she wanted her to.

She grabbed her ass and smacked it before she slowly slid the strap-on in between Ryan's thighs so she could feel it rub against her clit, her juices mingling with her saliva.

"You can take this for me, right?" Her voice was soft, almost teasing as she moved back and forth causing Ryan to hum.

"Uh huh," she panted though she truly didn't know if she could as she felt it between her thighs. She knew exactly how big it was, how it had stretched the inside of her mouth. It was huge.

She looked back to see Beyoncé biting her lip, her eyes low, dimple showing as she licked over her lips. She knew that Ryan would try even if it was too much. She'd take it for her. She'd make it fit.

Carefully, Beyoncé used her hands to spread open Ryan's legs and swiftly slid the dildo in, causing the shorter girls breathing to hitch in her throat. Ryan was silent, closing her own eyes as Beyoncé pushed deeper inside of her.

It was big, really big. Ryan could feel it starting to stretch her out. And Beyoncé could feel the resistance as she pushed in slowly. The younger one had gone completely silent, swallowing the toy between her thighs. It might have been too much.

"H-hurts," she whimpered, as it got about halfway in. Her brows furrowed and Beyoncé stopped.

"Shhh," she placed a hand on Ryan's clit and started slowly rubbing circles on her while keeping the dildo inside of her. She moved slowly back and forth, playing with her the entire time, careful not to go too deep. Ryan's clit was firm, practically begging for her touch.

"Is this okay honey? You want me to stop?" Beyoncé asked still pressing her fingers into Ryan. The younger one didn't know if she wanted to moan or to cry as Beyoncé's fingers stoked up a different type of pleasure.

Ryan felt her body break out with sweat. She couldn't figure out if it felt good or it hurt. It was so damn big. Why did she even have a dildo this size? What was wrong with this lady?

"Mmmfuck—" Ryan moaned pushing back on the toy a little, as those fingers played with her clit. It felt so good. She needed more. Her ass rolled back onto the dildo.

"Mmm you're doing so good for mommy," Beyoncé bit her lip as she pushed past the final bit of resistance. Ryan gripped the sheets trying to keep that arch. "You're turning me on so much," Beyoncé breathed holding onto Ryan's ass with her spread hands, her nails slightly digging in.

Then she started thrusting, slowly moving her hips to push inside of Ryan, the muscles in her legs and thighs and hips flexing as she pushed even deeper.

"Don't stop," Ryan closed her eyes, she could barely breathe as Beyoncé thrust inside of her. There was so much going on with her body but all she could focus on was Beyoncé fucking her. She was so open, so ready, wetness dripping from between her thighs.

"I got you," Beyoncé pushed in harder. Ryan hummed or groaned, as Beyoncé's hands held tight onto her hips. "Keep that sexy arch for me baby..." Beyoncé encouraged. "You're such a good girl taking all this for me," she moaned as if she knew exactly what Ryan felt like, her walls gripping onto her, the warm texture inside of her.

She thrust in harder, gripping her ass as Ryan's sweet moans started to fill the air. She could feel Ryan's wetness sticking to her thighs. "Look at you making a mess for me," she bit her lip seeing the cream beginning to form on the dildo. It was the sexiest thing.

"I-mmm," Ryan moaned, her legs trembling.

Beyoncé thrust listening to her unravel. The slapping sound echoed through the room as thighs met ass.

"Please mama oh fuckkk," she screamed, her body starting to move. She couldn't take it, she tried to move.

"Stay still for me," Beyoncé instructed, seeing her shake.

Ryan trembled. It was too much. She felt like she couldn't take anymore, "I- can't—" she moaned.

"Yes you can," Beyonce ordered this time, continuing to thrust inside of her. But Ryan moved again, her body trying to run away. This was too much. She really couldn't take it

But Beyoncé grabbed her waist and slapped her ass with her free hand. Ryan's body to jerked in pain. She wasn't expecting that. Her pussy throbbed and Beyoncé slapped her again.

"Listen to me."

"Oh fuck," her legs twitched and she moved again. "Bey—" her body was falling apart, each thrust felt deeper and Ryan just couldn't take it anymore.

"Uhn uhn honey, call me mama," she grit her teeth and Ryan moaned again. She was trying but the dildo was just so big, she couldn't take anymore. Her body jerked forward again as Beyoncé thrust.

"Come on baby, stay still for me," Beyoncé gripped her hips, fingers pressing into her back and slapped her hard again.

Ryan did the same thing, gripping onto the sheets and trying to run. Then Beyoncé smacked her again. "I'm starting to think you just like being hit. Is that right baby? You like it when mama punishes you?"

"Ahhh mmm," Ryan moaned as Beyoncé kept slapping her, keeping up her pace every so often raising her hand to send waves of pain through Ryan's body.

"You like it when mama treats you like a whore huh?"

"No uhhhh" Ryan's eyes rolled back.

Beyoncé thrust. "You like when I treat you like a little slut?"

"Fuck— yes mama feels so good."

"Oh god..." Beyoncé kept thrusting watching her juices coat the dildo. She was soaking between her thighs. It seemed like every smack made her wetter.

Ryan kept moaning, "I'm gonna—" Ryan couldn't help it. Her whole body crumbling as that knot in her stomach finally unleashed. It hit her so suddenly and she was moaning louder, trembling, as Beyoncé bit down on her lip watching her come undone.

As the one wearing the strap on, she didn't let up, thrusting her hips slower so Ryan could feel every moment of her desire. She watched her crumple, "I didn't think that was be so... fuck Ry you're so sexy."

Beyoncé continued rolling her hips helping her ride out her orgasm, watching the strap on gently go in and out of her. "... oh god look at you," she said slowing down as Ryan caught her breath.

Ryan panted letting the toy slip out of her body and feeling the wetness trickle down her thighs. She flipped over, still struggling to breathe when Beyoncé placed a hand on her chest.

"Shhh honey, just breathe," she whispered, pushing down onto her chest to help stabilise her breathing. They stayed like that for a moment, Ryan's eyes falling closed trying to recover. Beyoncé watching her, trying to take this all in.

And then they were lying back in bed, supinely, having fucked each other's brains out. Beyoncé slipped her glasses back on and they both stared at the ceiling in silence, remembering how to just be still for now.

"Bey you really said all that stuff," Ryan said covering her grin with her hand. She'd never called her a slut before, never been so aggressive.

"I know. Was that okay?" Beyoncé asked, gazing at Ryan through the corner of her eyes. She was so pretty, her dark eyes like moons. And that scent she wore, herbal maybe fruity. Beyoncé could breathe it in all day.

Ryan nodded, "it made me so..."

"Yeah you were soaking," Beyoncé bit her lip. "God it made me feel so good." Beyoncé wasn't sure what had happened to her during that. Her own body had reacted, she was wet too, desperately focused on Ryan's pleasure, like she needed it herself.

"Really?"

"Mmm it was like a reward, gives me more to lick up as well."

"Oh my god," Ryan squealed. "Are you ever not horny?"

Beyoncé chuckled, "it's not my fault you're sexy."

"Stop trying to get me to sleep with you again," Ryan smirked at her. "I was gonna do that anyway"

"God I love this. I've never dated someone like you."

"Dated? We're dating?" Ryan raised a brow. She wanted her to say yes but she kind of knew that she wouldn't.

"I—" Beyoncé's voice caught in her throat. Her eyes narrowed as she realised she wanted to say yes.

Ryan brought out a side of her that she hadn't been able to connect to in years. She'd had good sex before of course, but she never felt more like herself during sex as she did when she was fucking Ryan. She knew exactly how to please her, what to say, what to do, exactly how to touch her.

And even outside of that, there was more she wanted from Ryan that she wouldn't allow herself to have. She had this urge to do things for her, to treat her, to show her off, to make her feel like a princess. Having Ryan on her arm made feel good made her feel good in the way that it was with relationships.

And Beyoncé was starting to wonder how much Brooklyns reaction really mattered when her feelings were so strong. She hadn't felt this way about another person since...

A ringing phone knocked her out of her thoughts. Solange, she saw the name on her phone. She reached over and grabbed it. She hated missing these calls.

"Hey little sis, what's up?" A five year age gap sometimes felt like a lifetime.

"Nothing, I just feel like I should be checking on you a little more since you're always checking on me."

Beyoncé laughed putting her on speaker so she could get comfortable, "what happened?" Her sister never checked on her, that just wasn't their relationship.

"Girl.... I just had this really bad date. It was like funny how bad it was, you wanna hear about it?" She asked. "But I do want to know how you are as well."

"Tell me about the date," Beyoncé smiled getting comfortable. Solange wasn't going to say anything incriminating and she knew Ryan wasn't going to speak.

Solange began to talk and Ryan decided she was in a giving mood. She climbed up onto her back legs and crouched beside Beyoncé's naked form, taking the harness off of her.

Then her face leaned down to Beyoncé's breasts and she held a nipple between her two lips. Beyoncé looked down at her, smirking as she continued the conversation with Solange. Her younger sister's life was so exciting sometimes. She was definitely the fun sister.

Ryan's tongue swirled around the bud sucking with force as Beyoncé talked. With her free hand, Beyoncé stroked over Ryan's loose hair. She pressed her mouth into her chest harder feeling the nipple harden beneath her lips. Then she trailed her mouth lower.

"Ah—" Beyoncé hissed as she peeled open her legs.

"He was like— you okay Bey?" Solange asked at the interruption.

"Uh huh— yeah um, what did he do?" She asked as Ryan's tongue hit the centre of her pleasure. She closed her eyes, letting them roll back slightly. Was Ryan really doing this? Maybe she should be paying more attention to her sister's story.

"... he started talking about his secret talents."

"Secret talents?" Bey asked trying to ignore how Ryan was making her feel. The dark haired girls tongue dragged lazily along her slit gathering her juices and Beyoncé rolled her hips feeling into the sensation. Ryan was good at this.

"It was so embarrassing girl why this man started dripping milkshake from his nose in the restaurant."

"What?" Beyoncé laughed and she could feel Ryan stifle a laugh against her skin sending vibrations through her whole body.

She wanted to moan or scream or something but her sister was still on the phone. Solange continued talking, telling her more about this date she'd been on.

"I really felt like I was being pranked it was crazy."

"Mmhm," Beyonce tried to sound less like she was moaning and more like she was listening. "Was it um— who paid?" She asked, her vision blurring as she tried to concentrate.

But Ryan felt so good. She was doing such a good job. Her eyes rolled back as she continued to lick between her thighs.

Then Ryan looked up for a brief moment, catching Beyoncé's hazel eyes shining down at her. She was so beautiful, even from this angle. And Ryan just wanted to make her feel good.

"That's what I get for going on a date with a magician though," Solanges voice broke through her trance.

Under normal circumstances Beyoncé would've said something about a 40 year old magician. But under these circumstances she couldn't say anything. She was struggling so hard not to make a sound, her body trembling as it slowly came apart. This was a lot harder than she thought. And she made Ryan do this all the time.

She gripped Ryan's hand, trying her best to hold her moans inside.

"Bey? You okay?" She could hear her sisters frown. She was quieter than usual, had less to say about Solos choices in life.

"Uh huh," she held in a moan, as Ryan's tongue continued to spread all over her. "Can I call you back?" She asked but she was already hanging up before Solange could even reply.

"Oh god Ry," Her body was trembling, sweat building on her chest. She started to roll her hips faster into Ryan's open mouth.

"You're making me feel so fucking good," she bit the inside of her lip. Ryan pressed her lips to her clit sucking hard as she brought Beyoncé even closer to the edge.

"Fuck baby, you're gonna make me cum," Beyoncé's hand reached to stroke the hair from her face.

Ryan continued, desperate for that result. She sucked her clit between her lips, watching Beyoncés legs twitch. "Ry," she moaned rolling her hips into her even harder than before.

Beyoncé was loving it arching her back, closing her eyes.

But then Ryan stopped, waiting for her to open her eyes. "Watch me make you cum," she said meeting Beyoncés eyes.

Beyoncé's breath caught in her throat, tentatively breathing in sharp. "Fuck," she hissed, feeling the slight power shift between them, as her eyes looked down to Ryan, who pressed her lips back into Beyoncé's pussy. She knew what she was doing, exactly how to make her unravel. She savoured it, exploring her body, slowly and persistently.

"Oh god baby," Beyoncé's voice came as a growl. "I'm so close," she moaned, running her fingers through Ryan's hair.

Her legs started twitching around Ryan's face and Ryan sucked her clit between her lips. She was going to make her orgasm, going to feel her moan. And then the air filled with her voice.

"Oh god, I'm— shit baby fuckkk," her hips were thrusting now, riding Ryan's face. It was one of the longest orgasms she'd had. She kept moaning and Ryan kept licking tasting her on her plump lips.

"Oh fuckkkk honey," she moaned slowing her movements as Ryan kept tasting her through it. She was delicious.

Ryan slowly stroked her clit with her tongue, suckling it, trying to get her to keep orgasming. It was beautiful. Seeing Beyoncé so eager for her was doing something to her. She could've stayed down there for hours.

"Yes yes yes, oh fuck yes baby" she thrashed before finally she'd finally had enough and nudged Ryan's face away.

Beyoncé caught her breath looking down at the girl whose lips were now glossy. "You look so pretty baby, come give mama a kiss."

Ryan wasn't going to resist the chance to stick her tongue into Beyoncé's mouth. They made out for what felt like forever until finally they pulled away, both breathing heavily.

"I could really lie around with you all day," Beyoncé sighed.

"Let's do that then"

"When's your flight?"

"Not till late," Ryan shrugged. They had time. "But we should eat."

"What'd you wanna eat? Should I cook?"

"Let's just order."

Beyoncé grinned, "good idea."

The two ordered food and spent the next few hours lounging around, eating, and putting their mouths and fingers inside of each other.

"I don't wanna leave you," Ryan admitted, finally dressed and ready to fly back.

"I know honey, I don't want you to either," Beyoncé's lips were right by her ears slowly pressing their way down her skin.

"Are you gonna be okay? I know it's none of my business but I didn't like seeing you like that with your ex."

"I'm good honey, don't worry."

"Bey..."

The older one rolled her eyes, "it's fine."

Ryan frowned, "I know I can't tell you what to do but let me know if it happens again, okay?"

Beyoncé smirked at Ryan acting like she was gonna do something. "Sure honey," she said disappearing to grab her keys and wrap a scarf around herself.

"Girl we going to Islam?"

"What?" Beyoncé asked.

Ryan rolled her eyes. "It's a meme. You never seen Basketball Wives?"

"I've seen a couple episodes," Beyoncé shrugged turning up her nose. It was the type of show that Michelle watched and Beyoncé pretended to hate while secretly watching every second and judging everything that happened.

"I have so much to teach you," Ryan shook her head as they climbed into the car.

Ryan had had a great weekend. She'd gone to stay at this woman's house and not told anyone where she was, which was insane. Dating safety 101.

But she had such a good time. The restaurant the night before, had been amazing, Beyoncé didn't spare any expense. It was another one of those times where Ryan had to wonder truly how much money she actually had. The waiter knew her by name and the menu had commas in most of the prices — not periods but commas.

Ryan was getting used to the money with Beyoncé though. She wasn't showing off, she was just rich. And there were so many questions and things she wanted to know about her but every time they spoke she got distracted with how easily the conversation flowed between them. It was nice.

Ryan took a while to fall asleep, her mind running a mile a minute with all of the things she had been doing. Beyoncé was perfect, if not for the fact that she was Brookes mom which apparently meant that they couldn't be together. It all seemed so stupid to her.

And so her mind drifted to the new contact in her phone — Gabrielle. She seemed nice. She wondered if she had a kid she went to college with too. Probably not. Maybe she should spend the weekend with her next time instead.

When she finally fell asleep, she slept like a baby.

——————————[A/N]Mostly sex but what's everyone's thoughts? The degradation stuff? The dating question? Beyoncé's lil sis? Ryans thoughts at the end?

Does anyone have anything they want to see or questions they have? Next chapter might be kinda big idk