Part 27

Beyoncé had been drinking when Ryan got there, not too much that she was drunk but enough to have a light buzz. She placed her legs on either side the younger girl balancing her weight as her dress tickled at Ryan's calves. Ryan immediately looked up at the 5"7 goddess, admiring her, breathing her in.

Beyoncé was eyeing her curiously, the strap on looked like it belonged there between Ryan's legs, thick silicone that she couldn't wait to feel inside of her. But Ryan was too focused on her breasts to notice any of those thoughts. Beyoncé looked flushed, her hair a little messy and she was somehow the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen in her entire life.

"You're so sexy," Ryan told her, and Beyoncé bit her lip. She was still covered by the dress and a tiny piece of cotton underwear but that didn't stop her mind from drifting as Ryan placed her hands on her waist.

"You ready baby?" Beyoncé asked biting the inside of her lip. There was a heaviness to her voice, a question that felt a little like a plea.

When Ryan nodded, she didn't waste any time pushing her back on the bed. She stripped from her dress and panties angling herself into position and slowly lowered herself, her eyes growing low as she felt the toy slide up inside of her. It was quick the way she moved, not giving Ryan even a second to think.

"Uhh," she gripped onto Ryans skin, feeling the dildo enter her. Time stopped or she was slow and Ryan resisted the urge to thrust upward while Beyoncé got adjusted. Her face was like a picture of beauty as she opened up, letting it inside. "Yes," she hissed as the toy sank deeper into her body.

Ryan watched her in complete awe. She looked so delicious, her pussy spread open wide swallowing the toy, her breasts hanging in front of her. Ryan was so gay.

"M—"

"Shh this is about me," Beyoncé grit her teeth rolling her hips as the toy went in deeper. She was starting to feel the pleasure.

Ryan was too gagged to say anything in reply, just staring up at the woman in front of her. She looked so fucking sexy, her boobs bouncing as she started to chase her nut.

"Fuck," Beyoncé moaned. She needed this. Sure she could've just fucked herself but she loved seeing the girl beneath her, the way she looked at her with so much yearning, the way her body trembled beneath her, the way she needed her... God, she was so into her.

And Ryan couldn't look away now, her own body reacting as she watched the blonde above her. She placed her hands on Beyoncé's hips holding her steady as she rode the strap.

"Mmm baby," Beyoncé panted, her eyes rolling back as she bounced. It felt so fucking good. Exactly what she wanted.

"Oh god baby you're being so good for me," she moaned letting the pleasure build inside of her. A trickle of sweat ran down her skin as she bounced up and down, the dildo sliding in and out.

Ryans eyes darkened and she started to thrust upwards, testing the waters. Beyoncé was always so in control but Ryan just had a feeling... Ryan began matching her rhythm causing Beyoncé to let out the sexiest moans she'd ever heard. So she kept going, harder and harder.

"Fuck fuck fuck," Beyoncé panted, nails grazing along her chest. "You're fucking me so good baby" Beyoncé panted, her back arching slightly as it slid in and out of her.

"Uh huh," she threw her head back, the pleasure building inside of her.

"Don't stop," Beyoncé breathed again and Ryan swore it was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. Her dazed eyes, the sweat on her skin, the way her boobs were bouncing, nipples firm and straining. She looked straight out of a playboy magazine.

"J-just like that," her hand rested on Ryan's chest, trying to steady herself as she got fucked. "Oh honey... deeper... please just like that... fuck you don't know what you're doing to me." She moaned as her juices slid down Ryan's legs.

Ryan was getting into it now, it was so good to hear Beyoncé desperate like this. She couldn't believe how much she liked this, but there was something about this being Beyoncé. She still hadn't said a word, letting the older one use her like toy. But if Beyoncé wanted to be fucked then Ryan could do that too.

She flipped them over, somehow managing to stay inside of her and started thrusting the dildo faster between her legs. A nervous excitement filled Beyoncé's eyes as Ryan started drilling into her harder.

The blonde haired ones lips fell open as Ryan pushed in and out of her at a steady pace. Her whole body started to shake. She didn't know Ryan could do all this. She was doing exactly what she needed, fucking her so hard, so good, she couldn't believe it.

"Ahhhh," her eyes started to roll back. "Ry please please oh fuck... I'm gonna— please. Mamas gonna cum oh fuck please." She was scrambling now, unsure if she wanted more or wanted this to stop.

Ryan couldn't believe how sexy this was, watching Beyoncé's eyes roll back, her hair a mess, earrings still glinting as she begged.

"I can't baby... I'm gonna— oh fuck baby you're gonna make me—"

Ryan couldn't say anything, cum for me, was on the tip of her tongue but no sound came out as she watched Beyoncé beneath her unraveling like this.

The blonde one dug her nails into Ryan's back, eyes rolling scrambling as Ryan thrust in deeper. She understood why Ryan loved this feeling so much. She felt so out of control getting fucked like this, feeling herself grow weak beneath Ryan, only succumbing to what Ryan would give her.

Ryan still hadn't said a word the entire time as the taller one watched the concentration on her face, the desire to make her feel good. It turned her on so much. . The older one was sweating, naked, and she'd never felt sexier. Beyoncé panted faster, nails digging into her skin pulling her closer.

Ryan thrust her hips over and over. "Yes baby... oh god..."

Ryan gave her two more thrusts, watching her eyes roll back before finally she whispered, "cum for me mama," in her ear and Beyoncé crumpled, her whole body breaking out with beads of sweat and screaming as Ryan showed her exactly how she felt.

"Oh shit... oh fuck fuck," she moaned as her body shook around the dildo. Ryan watched her falling apart and slowed her rhythm to help push her closer.

Beyoncé placed a hand on Ryan's stomach gently pushing her away. "Oh my god I underestimated you," she closed her eyes tugging Ryan closer to her. The two made out, Beyoncé's tongue running over Ryan's lips. Ryan's mouth always tasted so good, like if lavender was a fruit. Her mouth almost watered just from kissing her.

Then Ryan lay down, taking off the strap as Beyoncé got up to pee. She should've done this months ago, she thought, before getting ready to sleep. Finally Beyoncé came back, lying down beside her and planting soft kisses on her cheek.

"You're so beautiful honey," she said watching the smile spread across Ryan's face.

"That was sexy," Ryan tucked her lip behind her teeth before yawning.

"Mhm? You'd do it again?" Beyoncé asked pulling Ryan onto her chest.

"Duh," she said feeling her skin brush over Beyoncé's nipple.

"Relax," Beyoncé smirked running a hand over Ryan's skin. She was so pretty.

"I'm just saying I wouldn't hesitate," Ryan shrugged before popping the nipple beside her into her mouth. It wasn't sexual really, she just needed something in her mouth. Maybe she had an oral fixation or something.

"You liked doing it because it was me or you just liked doing it?" Beyoncé asked suddenly getting an idea in her head as her fingers stroked over Ryan's cheek. She wasn't sucking her nipple really so it didn't turn her on, but it did feel nice as the two grew sleepy in each others arms.

"Both," Ryan sleepily detached from her. "You make it so much better."

Again Beyoncé leaned down to kiss her forehead. "You can't do that to anyone else. Only me." She whispered, her voice quiet yet raspy as she admired Ryan's beauty.

Ryan could get used to being there in her arms. It was comfortable. Beyoncé was just a woman she was quietly falling in love with — a woman who had responsibilities and "stuff" but still made time for her, and still went out of her way to make her feel special.

And damn did she feel special when Beyoncé woke her up with her mouth between her legs. Ryan moaned in her sleep, her dream immediately becoming wet as Beyoncé pressed her mouth to her skin.

Beyoncé slowly sucked her clit into her mouth. She took care, moved gently, softly flicking her tongue. As the younger girls pleasure started to build in her dream.

Beyoncé could barely see anything in the light but she heard Ryan's breathing change as she began to wake up. The younger one rolled her hips instinctively, opening wide for Beyoncé's mouth.

Beyoncé couldn't get enough of her taste, letting her tongue dip inside of Ryan, savouring her, fucking her with it. She thrust her tongue in and out hearing the moans it produced.

"You have to stay still baby," Beyoncé said in the dark, holding her legs in place around her. Ryan was moving as the pleasure between her legs grew. "Mama just wants to please you," Beyoncé said and then her tongue sped up inside of Ryan swiping up her juices on her tongue. She tasted so good, Beyoncé couldn't understand why she was so addicted to her pussy like this.

Ryan moaned louder. Beyoncé licked faster. "Oh fuck..." she moaned not bothering to try and hide it. She was desperately horny now, rolling her hips into Beyoncé's face.

Beyoncé couldn't get enough, her chin covered in Ryan's essence. She licked and licked faster. Beyoncé wanted her to squirt. Wanted her juices to splash all over her face.

"Mommy wants to taste you all over her, honey" she moaned letting the vibrations hit Ryan's clit. Then she sucked it into her mouth, not wasting any time, licking over the bean as fast as she could.

"Oh god," Ryan trembled. She was seconds away from cumming and then Beyoncé slipped a finger into her, pushing against the knot building inside of her.

"Ahhhh," she moaned as liquid hit Beyoncé's chin.

The older one continued to toy with her clit, swiping her tongue over and over again and pushing her finger in and out of Ryan's hole.

Ryan was soaked. She could only moan and whimper. She'd just woken up and now her body was falling apart. "Fuuuuck," she squealed shuddering and twitching, her pussy pushing the finger out of her

But Beyoncé continued to lick her juices up, slowly warming her up as she pushed her finger back inside of her body. "You're such a good girl for me," she bit her lip, kissing her way up along Ryan's body as her finger started to press up against her spot. "My pretty girl," Beyoncé's lips met Ryan's and they kissed passionately before Ryan started moaning into her mouth.

"B-bey..." she moaned as the finger continued inside of her. Somehow Beyoncé knew exactly where to press. It was like she'd been here before, she knew her body, knew how to use it. And she was using it.

Then Ryan let out a moan that sounded like a scream. Beyoncé felt her pussy clench against her finger and Ryans body twitched in pure pleasure. Beyoncé watched her for a few moments before she slipped her finger out sucking it into her mouth.

"You taste so good princess," Beyoncé hummed before kissing her again. They both closed their eyes, feeling that familiar warmth as their lips met, Ryan tasting herself on Beyoncé's lips.

"Mm you should get ready baby, don't you have an early class?" Beyonce tapped her pulling away.

Ryan rolled her eyes. Had she woken her up like that just to get rid of her, "how do you know my schedule?"

"We talk almost every day," Beyoncé rolled her eyes. "Go get ready beautiful."

Ryan got up to take a shower, washing off all of last night, and the flashbacks of Beyoncé. Ryan could stay wrapped up in her forever. It felt so good to be around her. When the younger one emerged from the bathroom, Beyoncé was still naked in bed. She wasn't ready to get up and honestly, Ryan could take an uber for once.

They talked as Ryan continued getting dressed and ready. She had time so she did a little extra with her makeup and Beyoncé couldn't stop herself from noticing how good she looked. If she looked like that for an 8AM class, what did she look like for her later classes?

Beyoncé felt a tug of something in her chest. She wasn't jealous per se but she did remember what Ryan had said yesterday. "There's this other one." What did she mean by that? Was Ryan dating someone else. Or fucking? Or talking? Or whatever young people called it these days... Beyoncé watched her intently, her brain working as she looked at the girl.

Ryan was absentmindedly getting ready. She looked in the mirror checking herself out. She knew she looked good. She wondered would Beyoncé say something. "How come you're here anyway?" She asked making conversation as she pulled on a jacket.

"Ugh, just stuff with the university" Beyoncé shook her head. Was she messing up Ryan's plans or something? "They wanted me to come," she said playing with her left fingers, tugging on them one by one between her right hand. She didn't like lying to Ryan. Brooke would have to say something soon.

Ryan nodded, that sounded odd but she didn't know that much about the research and how it worked. "Hm okay, well I'm glad you are. I got you something." She smiled looking at the older one.

Beyoncé tried to frown but ended up smiling curiously. Ryan was getting her gifts now? "What is it?"

"Well I got two things but one of them is kind of... um I'll have to show you someday," Ryan bit her lip and Beyoncé smirked, instantly knowing it was something sexy.

She fished into her bag talking, "anyways they're just cushions. They kinda seemed like your style so I thought you might like them." She handed them to her. "For your movie room... when I next come over." She handed her 2 cushions, one with a B on it and the other with an R.

A slow smile spread across Beyoncé's face. "So there's gonna be a next time?"

Ryan nodded, "if that's okay?"

"I would love that babygirl, come give me a kiss."

Beyoncé pulled her close, still lying down in bed.

"And to answer your question," Beyoncé paused looking into those soft dark brown eyes feeling a soft sense of possession. "Yes." She said trying to let go and do something for herself, for once, trying not to worry about expectations or what she should do, just thinking about herself and how she felt and what she wanted for her own life.

"What question?"

"The other weekend you asked me if we were dating," Beyoncé tucked her bottom lip behind her teeth, her dimples shyly popping out as she watched it all click together in Ryan's mind. She didn't expect to feel this nervous. What if Ryan didn't want that? What if she wasn't ready?

"We are?" A smile spread across Ryan's soft skin. Finally, she thought, Beyoncé was admitting it.

Beyoncé ran a hand through her hair. "I mean we're going on dates, we're having sex. If you were anyone else I'd say we were together..." she paused, "but if you were anyone else I'd be thinking about introducing you to my kid."

"We're back to that?" Ryan rolled her eyes. Brooke was starting to get on her nerves honestly. She didn't see why it was such a big deal. Sure they were friends but it really wasn't that deep. At least they got on.

"Ryan you really don't get it? How would you feel if it was your mom and Brooke?"

"Good for them honestly, like it's disgusting but if they like it I love it."

Beyoncé bit the inside of her lip. "Seriously?"

"Yeah I mean it's nasty and I can't even imagine it happening because Brooke would have to have terrible taste in people but, I honestly don't think I'd really care."

"Hm," Beyoncé sighed. Maybe she was overthinking this whole thing. Maybe Brooke would be supportive. Maybe she'd even be happy for them.

But was she really taking advice from Ryan? Ryan who clearly had issues with her mother. Way deeper issues than whatever was going on with her and Brooke — for them it was new, temporary. Ryan's issues seemed to stem a lot deeper than just a divorce.

"Well I still need to think about it and talk to Brooke so don't go telling anyone yet." Beyoncé smiled at the young one.

"I know, honey," Ryan giggled using her nickname and planting a shallow kiss on her cheek.

"I don't know why you like that so much."

"It's cute," Ryan shrugged, "I like the way you say it."

Beyoncé just nodded, tucking her lips behind her teeth, "please don't make me regret this." She said and they went back to kissing. They kissed a little bit more before Ryan had to leave to make her class. She fixed her makeup in the uber and Beyoncé was alone once again.

Beyoncé took a deep breath in and out. Last night had been exactly what she needed. But now that was over. She had to go back to mommy mode. She shot Brooklyn a text to ask if she was okay or if she needed anything. Brooke didn't need anything but she wanted to talk to her mom after class so Beyoncé ended up having to get herself dressed and ready anyways.

God she hated this. Of all the scenarios she could've imagined for her child, this wasn't one of them.

She was so disappointed. Not in Brooke but in herself. What had she missed? Why was her kid pregnant at 21? Was she a bad mother?

She definitely felt like one lately. All this stuff with Ryan was not helping and she'd probably just made it a whole lot worse. But didn't she deserve some happiness of her own? This was the first thing that felt real since she'd left Shawn. And that was terrifying.

She looked on google for a cafe to take Brooke to, somewhere off campus, somewhere Brooke would like. She found a bubble tea place, and ordered a strawberry matcha for herself and the sweetest drink on the menu for Brooke while she waited.

It took about 10 minutes before her daughter finally appeared at the door wearing a toothy grin that matched her dad's. She was adorable, the cutest 21 year old baby that Beyoncé had ever made. She couldn't believe she was about to have a baby.

"Hey mom," Brooklyn hugged her.

"Hi Brooklyn," Beyonce tried to smile but it didn't reach her eyes. She loved to see Brooke but she wished the circumstances were better.

"You still mad at me?"

"I'm not mad," Beyoncé pinched the bridge of her nose, taking a sharp breath as she followed Brooke to the outside seating area. The weather wasn't great so it was quiet out there.

"Alright mom if you say so," she said sitting down. "I wanted to talk to you about dad though."

Beyoncé sighed. Her least favourite topic. "What's up?" She tried not to roll her eyes, sliding Brooke's drink over to her.

"He said he misses you."

Beyoncé rolled her eyes. Brooke was too old to be acting like this. And she resented Shawn for using their daughter as some kind of go-between for the two of them. She wasn't a fucking carrier pigeon.

"Brooke, you know why we're not together. Do you really want me to be that unhappy again?" She asked genuinely curious about how she would answer. She was old enough to have a real conversation.

"Um—" Brooklyn frowned, her brows squinting together. She hadn't really thought about it like that. She just knew her dad wanted her mom back and that they'd always been such a perfect family. "I want you both to be happy. He's clearly not and you... I don't even know mom, are you happy now?"

Beyoncé sighed. Unfortunately she didn't know how to answer that either. Was she happier without him than she was with him? Hell yes. Those last years of marriage has been some of the saddest times in her life. But, was she happy in general? She was okay, there were times she felt truly happy but before Ryan she'd been lonely if she was being honest. It was hard to figure out dating in your fourties' when most of your adult life was spent in a marriage.

She missed the good times before Shawn became the monster he was now. She missed the dream of them growing old together and still being in love. But the love was long gone now. And she couldn't get back with him even if she wanted to. Especially after everything else that was going on. She couldn't even try to pretend to be attracted to him again.

"Divorce is hard," she ran a hand through her hair. "But I am happy that I'm not with your father anymore. I get to figure out who I am outside of that relationship and meet new people, some really great--"

"You met someone?"

Beyoncé cursed herself. She'd walked into that. "Uh I just meant in general, you know? I can be open to what the world has to offer"

"Hm," Brooklyn squinted at her left hand ticking. "Well as long as you're okay mom."

"I am my little Brooke bag," Beyoncé tucked her lips in. She was happy now. "I'd really appreciate if you could get your father to stop talking to you about this though."

Brooke shrugged. He was her dad and it really wasn't that serious. "Tell your mom I miss her," it's not like he was asking her to relay some life changing news. Brooklyn sipped her drink.

"Anyways, mom what do you think I should do?" She asked changing the subject to the very real baby growing inside of her.

Beyoncé raised a brow, "you want my opinion?"

Brooke nodded. She needed advice, she needed help. She needed her mom. "Yeah."

"Brooke you're just gonna blame me if you regret your decision," Beyoncé sighed running a hand through her hair again.

"No I'm not, I promise. Just tell me what to do. I don't know."

Beyoncé rolled her eyes. "Brooke, you know what I think you should do but I can't tell you to do that."

"You think I should get rid of it?"

Beyoncé didn't say anything, just sipped her drink. "I think you should do whatever you think is best."

"Mom I don't know what's best. I'm so scared, people can die having babies. And if I have a baby so many things are gonna change. What am I gonna do with it? There's so many things I won't be able to do. I don't even go to my classes on time now, how am I gonna take a kid to school? Or go to all those doctor's appointments. And everything changes. I don't want my life to—"

"Brooke, you're not on your own, you know?" Beyoncé breathed placing a hand on hers.

"You'll help me?" Brooke asked and Beyoncé couldn't do anything when her daughter looked at her like that. Of course she would help. Even if she didn't want to. "You think I should have it?"

"If you're going to have it you have to stop calling it an it," Beyoncé scowled.

"Oh... yeah I guess..." Brooke exhaled.

Beyoncé swallowed, "do you want to keep it?"

"I don't know mom, just tell me what to do please."

Beyoncé sighed. "You have to figure this out on your own baby. I can't make this decision for you."

In the back of Beyoncé's mind she knew what Brooke was going to do and she hated that. She hated that she couldn't just drag her to the clinic and make her get rid of it, couldn't make her go back in time and not get pregnant in the first place. Her kid was really following in her footsteps getting pregnant at such a young age. But she wasn't like her, she wasn't ready for a baby. She was so young and irresponsible. And who the hell was the father?

Beyoncé knew Brooke would be fine at the end of the day, but she wanted her to be more than fine. She had so many dreams for her beyond motherhood. Maybe when she told Shawn, he could talk her out of this. Brooke seemed to value his opinion more than her mom's sometimes. Maybe he could convince her not to have this baby.

"So when are you going to tell your dad?"

"I have to figure out if I'm keeping it first. If I'm not he really doesn't need to know."

Beyoncé rolled her eyes. She knew he'd probably freak out knowing his baby girl was even having sex. Beyoncé was a lot more understanding, even if that understanding came with some judgement.

———————[A/N]So Bey and Ryan are dating... thoughts on that? What did yall think of Bey getting strapped? Heavy are the hips that wear the strap...

You think Brooke's keeping the baby? Is that gonna affect Bey and Ryan's relationship?

I know yall are gonna hate me but ima tell yall from now, chapter 30 is about to be my favourite. I can't wait