Part 59

Beyoncé woke up and treated the day like any other. She'd taken a half day with work, and had a peaceful day before going to see Brooke at lunch time.

Brooke had officially moved out and lived in her own apartment with Levi, taking care of the baby, with help from her mother. Beyoncé went over every day to check in on them. She was absolutely in love with being a grandmother even though she hated how old it made her feel.

Levi junior made it all worth it though. He had just started to lift his head and mimic sounds, and she couldn't help praising how smart he was. She was so proud of him, which she told him every day.

Brooke had started to like this little time with her mom. She tended to get there when Levi was in class so the three of them would hang out until Beyoncé had to go back to work.

"I made you a cake," Brooke announced, as Beyoncé's focus was drawn away by the baby.

"Aww Brooke bag you didn't have to," Beyoncé smiled, as Brooke went to grab the cake from the kitchen. Things had been awkward for the last month so she was actually surprised to see Brooke still made her a cake.

Brooke placed a candle in the cake telling her mom to make a wish.

"What would I wish for? I already have everything I could ask for," Beyoncé said kissing the little boy who was smiling and rolling his little body around.

"Mom, wish for another cake or something. Just make a wish. It's tradition." Brooke rolled her eyes.

"Fine but wishes don't make—"

"Mom!"

"Never mind," Beyoncé closed her eyes, making a wish and blew out the candle. It was a lemon layer cake with lemon cream cheese buttercream, which happened to be Beyoncé's favourite flavour.

They started cutting up the cake into slices, one for Beyoncé, for Brooke and then another. The two argued over whether or not to give the 2 month old some cake, Brooke eventually winning after accusing her mom of trying to kill her child. He couldn't even eat baby food yet, let alone something like cake.

Beyoncé rolled her eyes, claiming that Brooke was eating real food by his age and that this new generation of babies were being coddled and that back in her day babies ate whatever you gave them. Brooke just ignored her, she was officially a crazy grandma.

Beyoncé stayed into the afternoon as the baby drifted asleep in her arms. She bounced him comfortably, remembering what it was like when Brooke was this age. The tv was on in the background but none of them were really watching the children's cartoon as Beyoncé turned to look at her child.

"Are you sure you're not mad at me?" Beyoncé clarified, after a while of silence. The baby was fast asleep on her chest and this had been on her mind for a while.

"No mom," Brooke sighed knowing what she was referring to. She had so many feelings but not about that. "I'm not mad at you. I just... I wish that he wasn't like that." Brookes eyebrows knitted together.

If she was mad at anyone, it was her father. Following Beyoncé through a red light had almost led his car to collide with an 18 wheeler. When he swerved to miss it, the car crashed into a building and flipped over, causing permanent injury to his spine. Shawn had been in a medically induced coma for 3 days and now the doctors said he would probably never walk again.

"I know, I do too." Beyoncé agreed. She wanted the alternate reality where everything was fine between them, where the divorce hadn't turned him into a monster and they could healthily co-parent their child. Brooklyn deserved that.

Brooke didn't know how she was supposed to feel. She loved her dad but she also loved her mom, and this whole scenario was hard to reconcile. "You shouldn't be scared to go home."

Beyoncé lifted the baby to put him down in his bassinet. Things with Brooke had calmed down since the accident and they weren't so awkward anymore. The accident had overshadowed everything else.

They sat back thinking for a short while before finally Brooke broke the silence. "Mom... in the movie room?" Brooke asked thinking about the cushions Julez had found, tucked away inside the cabinets.

"What?" Beyoncé asked, having no idea what she was talking about.

"I saw the cushions. B and R. How long have they been there?"

Beyoncé swallowed. There was no point in lying, "uh some months. Maybe 5 or 6."

Brooke groaned again. "Mom, you really want to be with her?" She asked cringing at the whole thing. Why couldn't her parents be normal? Her dad was a fucking criminal and her mom was... what even was this? A mid-life crisis?

Beyoncé sighed and lifted the baby, putting him into his crib and covering him with the baby blue sheet. "Yeah I do."

Brooke eyed her carefully. "Mom, you know she's younger than me." She started playing with the strands of hair in her face.

"I know Brooke and I wish she wasn't."

"But wishes d—"

"I know that, Brooke, and if I could change it I really would." Beyoncé sighed. "But I can't and I can't help that I love her. I didn't plan to feel like this."

Brooke huffed. Their relationship wasn't as in her face anymore. Still, she hated it. It was disgusting.

"I love her, Brooke." Beyoncé explained.

"But how?" Brooklyn asked. Ryan had been her friend first. Before her mom had even met Ryan. But now all of that was tainted. Brooke wondered how much of Ryan's kindness had been out of some sort of obligation to her mother. If any of it was real or if their friendship was just some weird way to get at her mom.

"Brooke we met and there was something there. I know it shouldn't have happened and I probably should have stopped it. But I didn't. I didn't think it mattered since you were so mad at me back then, who cared if I got with one of your friends? I know it's wrong but that's how I felt. And Ry was just... she's special, you know?"

"Mom..."

"I don't want to lie to you." Beyoncé said. Then she paused before asking an important question, one she'd been avoiding asking because she was afraid of the answer. "Do you want me to break up with her?"

Brooke looked at her. She knew her mom would do it if she said yes. And as much as she hated Ryan, she didn't want her mom to be sad.

Brooke had barely seen her mom after the divorce. She'd always disappeared when hard things happened but this was more like retreating. Her mom was just so sad all the time. She was there but she wasn't. Brooke felt like only now was she getting back to the mom she knew. "Mom, it just... it grosses me out. I don't know what to tell you."

Beyoncé sighed, and Brooke continued talking. "Imagine if I started dating Chris or Michelle out of nowhere."

"First of all, ew they're family and you've known them since you were a child," Beyoncé made a face and Brooke shot her back the same look, with one eyebrow raised.

"Okay Brooke," Beyoncé sighed. It was so stupid to her but she couldn't act like it didn't make sense.

"What'd she get you for your birthday?" Brooke asked changing the subject. She didn't want to answer that question because the answer would be yes and she couldn't be responsible for breaking her mother's heart like that. Instead, she'd just have to hope they broke up.

"Oh she doesn't know it's my birthday," Beyoncé shrugged.

Brooke glanced at her frowning. She was curious if they were like a normal couple or if her mom was just tricking on her or something. "Why not?" She asked, scrunching up her face.

"I didn't tell her. I don't want her to think I'm old."

"But you are—"

"Shut up." Beyoncé mushed her.

The rest of the afternoon went by calmly, the mother and daughter talking about life and Beyoncé's birthday plans, which were ice cream and wine for the rest of the day.

Then Levi joined them and Beyoncé was happy to see her future son-in-law. She'd warmed to him now, after seeing him almost every day. She already knew he was smitten with Brooke, so she knew a proposal wasn't far off. Something told her he had one planned. It was nice to see her kid being loved like this.

Brooke: it's my moms birthday btw

Ryan: you fr???

Brooke: yup...

Ryan: i didn't know thanks for telling me

If Brooke wasn't so annoying, Ryan would've called her to make sure she was serious. But instead she had to trust that she was and figure out what to do for the love of her life, who hadn't even mentioned a birthday. Ryan knew she was a Virgo but Beyoncé hadn't told her the date and she'd avoided answering the question.

Ryan had flat out asked her last week but Beyoncé hadn't wanted to tell her, dancing around the question until Ryan forgot.

Ryan wanted Beyoncé to feel as special as she made her feel. She knew what Beyoncé liked and if she had more time she would've planned something for the actual day.

But it was almost the end of the day, she had just finished her last class. With this short notice, she couldn't do much. She wanted so badly to see her in person, to show her how she felt rather than just saying it.

Beyoncé and Ryan had continued dating as they were before. The blonde one would travel every month to do her work at the university, while Ryan would go and see her every weekend that she was free. It wasn't as much as either of them would've liked but it was something.

Beyoncé always wanted to have sex so Ryan had a pretty good starting point for a gift. But she couldn't fly there when she had class in the morning and the last flight back was at midnight.

She was going to her place on the weekend so Beyoncé would definitely be celebrating her birthday, whether she liked it or not.

When she got home, Ryan found herself locked in her bedroom, trying on different lingerie. She thought about what Beyoncé liked, the parts of her body that made her excited, what turned her on the most.

Then she posed, making sure the lingerie accentuated her body, using the mirror to her advantage. She wanted Beyoncé to feel like she'd done this just for her. And she had. They weren't just nudes, they were snapshots of just how badly Ryan wanted her and how much she trusted her.

She thought about Beyoncé when the lingerie came off. She'd never done this for anybody, never trusted anyone the way she trusted Beyoncé. Her phone on dnd as she took photos with one person in mind.

Then she closed her eyes and sent the pictures, telling Beyoncé to open them when she was alone. She threw her phone on the bed and turned on the tv for a distraction so she didn't overthink it.

But, it didn't take go long for the FaceTime call to come through. Ryan was still in the lingerie when she answered and Beyoncé paused for a second taking her in.

"God you're so beautiful honey," Beyoncé said, her eyes darkened and low.

"Thank you," Ryan blushed. She could tell Beyoncé been drinking from the redness in her face. She was so pretty, her skin a little flushed.

"Did you know what day it was today?" Beyoncé asked, her lips twirling between a smirk and genuine confusion.

Ryan shook her head, trying to lie and act like it was just a random coincidence. "What day is it?" she asked but the smile on her face gave her away.

"How did you know?" Beyoncé rolled her eyes. Ryan was so cute when she lied.

"I... just guessed."

"Shut up no you didn't."

"Yes I did. I already knew it was September and you love the number 4," Ryan continued to lie.

"How are you this cute and sexy at the same time," Beyoncé tilted the corner of her mouth into a smirk, raising a brow.

"Thanks mama," Ryan bit her lip. They were both dancing around each other, turned on and yet pretending to just be having a normal conversation. "I just wanted to do something for you on the actual day, even if it's just some pictures."

Beyoncé almost melted. She was so horny and so in love with this woman. It was more than just the pictures, she thought to herself. There was more beneath that gesture to her.

"I wish I could be with you right now," Beyoncé said thinking about her Ryan and how much she wanted her. She looked so sexy in this lingerie, the red contrasting against her skin seductively, hinting at what was hiding beneath. All Beyoncé could think of was how sexy those pictures were.

"Me too, I'm excited to see you this weekend. Did you already make plans or can I decide what we do?"

Beyoncé rolled her eyes. She had made plans but they were nothing that couldn't be changed. Though she didn't usually like to change plans, she'd make an exception for Ryan.

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When Ryan got there on Friday night, she sent Beyoncé away and got to work laying out the snacks she'd brought in the movie room. She'd insisted on getting an uber from the airport so Beyoncé wouldn't know what she was buying. Then she set up some blankets and cushions.

The snacks were mostly calm and romantic things, strawberry covered chocolates, a pink bottle of champagne, raspberry cake with lemon slices. She wanted a nice relaxing night with Beyoncé before she's took her out tomorrow. But there were also the red velvet brownies, which happened to be the first thing Beyoncé took a bite out of.

"Oh that has weed in it," Ryan said tucking her lips behind her teeth. She didn't think Beyoncé would just eat it. And she was already on her third bite.

"Weed?"

Ryan nodded.

Beyoncé's eyes widened. She'd never had an edible before, only smoked blunts a couple of times with her sisters. "You drugged me?" She asked, keeping her face straight.

"I didn't think you'd just eat it!" Ryan panicked.

"I didn't think you'd drug me," Beyoncé shot back.

"Oh fuck I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd be—"

Beyoncé burst out laughing. Ryan was so cute when she panicked like this. Beyoncé was actually a little nervous to be high around her, but she was already on her third bite so she took another small bite as Ryan shoved her.

"You're so annoying," Ryan said, watching her chew the brownie.

Beyoncé, still laughing at her handed Ryan the rest of the brownie. "You gotta eat some too."

Ryan rolled her eyes, picking up the dessert. She bit into it, soft rich chocolate exploding into her mouth. She couldn't even taste the weed.

"You happy?" Ryan raised a brow as the moist brownie melted on her tongue. Each bite melting like a soft pillow in her mouth, with the essence of marijuana inside of them.

"Mhm, way happier now honey." They lay back, relaxing, as Ryan put a movie on. She'd actually had to order it on DVD just so Beyoncé could use her old ass tv instead of setting up her phone to cast it.

Beyoncé kissed her cheek, as the film started.

"You never had an edible before?" Ryan asked.

Beyoncé shook her head. "Just smoked."

"Ooh who you be smoking with?"

"You met my family, you can figure it out."

Ryan rolled her eyes, "your sister and who else?"

Beyoncé answered the question and Ryan's eyes widened at the idea of Michelle smoking and they both laughed thinking about it. She just didn't seem like the type. But apparently it was always the ones you least suspect.

"Haven't smoked much since college though," She said, thinking back to her college days.

"Tell me about college," Ryan raised a brow, resting her body on Beyoncé's. While Beyoncé was gone, she'd turned off the main lights and plugged in a little lamp that could change colour, and set it to red.

There was one time Beyoncé remembered most from back then. She'd mostly been focused on school and not much else, only hanging out with Michelle back then. But she had a roommate. They barely saw each other since her roommate was popular and usually not at home, but when she wasn't, she watched Beyoncé. She was one of the few people to really notice her.

Her roommate was still pretending to be straight but Beyoncé saw how her eyes lit up when she changed after a shower, and the way she watched her when she thought she wasn't looking, the hard swallows as she forced herself to look away.

Beyoncé had always thought she was attractive. She was a couple years older than her and one night, Beyoncé had walked in to find her room smelling of weed and those low eyes watching her. "Hey," she'd said smiling as she put her bags down.

"Hi Beyoncé. You wanna smoke?"

Beyoncé sat beside her, taking the blunt between her two fingers. Minutes passed with the two talking and going back and forth about movies and which of their professors they would fuck, marry or kill.

It was the kind of dumb conversation that no one remembered even happened. But they were laughing together which hadn't happened since she'd moved in. Her roommate had made every effort to avoid her up until now. Beyoncé could tell something had happened but she didn't know what it was. All she knew was that they were suddenly getting along, both high and pretending the glances meant nothing.

Beyoncé had just started talking to her future husband but he hadn't even taken her on a date yet so nothing was official.

She didn't know how it happened but she ended up on her back with her roommate between her thighs. She'd hadn't been touched like that in a year and finally someone was touching her there. She was so excited.

"Was it good?" Ryan interrupted the story.

Beyoncé paused, and thought about it. There was a reason she remembered the build up more than the actual sex. "Honestly no," she laughed.

Ryan smirked. "Damn. Not everyone can be me I guess."

Beyoncé burst out laughing. "You definitely win that one." She said nuzzling into the younger girl.

"Yeah?" Ryan asked pressing a kiss on her chest.

Beyoncé rolled her eyes. "I don't know if it's because your lips are so pretty but yep. You're in my top 3."

"Top three?" Ryan's jaw dropped. Was she crazy? She had to be playing.

Beyoncé nodded absently.

Ryan's eyebrows twitched together then she pushed Beyoncé back and climbed under her skirt to pull off her thong.

"Ry!" Beyoncé squealed as her clothes came off. She knew it would piss her off but she didn't think it would work this fast. Ryan's tongue made its way inside of her and she moaned loudly in response.

She felt Ryan smirk against her pussy as she moved her hips trying to get comfortable. Ryan didn't care though, pushing her tongue in deeper.

"Baby," she moaned, as the tongue flicked over her again. "Fuck honey," she didn't have any choice but to lay back and feel Ryan's tongue inside of her. She felt so good, her tongue pushing in and out of her.

"Maybe top two," Beyoncé said, letting her hands rest on Ryan's head.

The younger one knew she was being teased but the rage bait was working. She had something to prove. Her tongue swirled up to meet her clit and she sucked.

"Mm baby just like that," Beyoncé moaned as Ryan's mouth pulled her in.

Ryan moaned into her. This was genuinely her favourite place to be. Beyoncé tasted so good, and the way her body moved against her was an even bigger turn on. She could feel her hips rolling, pressing into her over and over again.

"You're making me feel so good," Beyoncé groaned thrusting against her again.

Ryan hummed, letting her feel the vibrations as her mouth continued to please her. "Fuck honey," she moaned as her tongue continued inside of her.

"It's too much," Beyoncé moaned out. "Mamas gonna c—..." Beyoncé was cut off by Ryan pulling her face away and raising a brow.

"What?" Beyoncé frowned. She'd been so close.

"Top two?" Ryan questioned, her mouth wet with Beyoncés juices.

Beyoncé rolled her eyes. "Honey I was just playing. Go back to making mommy feel good."

Ryan scrunched up her face. Why did that make her want to do exactly what she'd said. She shook her head though, standing firm.

Beyoncé groaned. "Fine you're first, you're the best. Just please put your pretty mouth back on me, mama needs to cum," she said trailing her hand down her body to spread her lips apart.

Ryan smirked leaning closer to look at Beyoncé's wet pussy. "Say it again," she instructed, looking between her face and her dripping wetness.

"You're the best," Beyoncé's eyebrows arched up as she watched Ryan slowly get closer. "Please honey," she said feeling her clit throb between her fingers.

Ryan chuckled again. "I'm the best?"

"Yes baby please stop teasing me."

Ryan was smiling now. Not even smirking but smiling and Beyoncé wanted to roll her eyes but she couldn't deny that was the prettiest smile she'd ever seen.

"Keep holding it open," Ryan instructed and Beyoncé frowned, annoyed she was taking instructions from Ryan but taking them nonetheless.

Ryan flicked her tongue gently over her clit, licking it like an ice cream as she looked up at Beyoncé watching her expression. Their eyes met, Beyoncé growing frustrated with the slow pace of Ryan's wet tongue.

The shorter girl knew the teasing was working when Beyoncé couldn't hold it and her eyes fell shut.

Her fingers fell away and Ryan forced her head in deeper, licking until Beyoncé was screaming, her body twitching around Ryan. "Oh honey," Beyoncé moaned, her chest heaving.

"Shh," Ryan whispered holding her legs open. "Let me finish ," she dove inside now, slowly massaging as liquid pooled on her tongue.

"Fuck Ryan honey," Beyoncé groaned as Ryan didn't let up. Every lick of her tongue was precise. She knew what she wanted Beyoncé to feel and she was in control now, making Beyonce submit to her whims.

Then suddenly Beyoncé was squirting in Ryans mouth.

The older one was panting now as she pushed Ryan away from her. "Um..." she breathed, still dazed as Ryan leaned up with a smirk on her face.

She felt Ryan's mouth press against her lips and opened them, letting Ryan's tongue into her mouth. Then she tasted the liquid she had just squirted out, as Ryan let it drip into her mouth, swallowing her own juices on her tongue.

Finally they pulled away, Beyoncé still recovering. "When did you get so nasty?" The blonde asked, still tasting herself as she swallowed.

"I learned from the best."

"You didn't learn that from me," Beyoncé raised a brow. Spitting her squirt juice back into her mouth was a different level of nasty that even she hadn't done yet.

Ryan looked at her and started giggling. "Yeah I had this ex..." she trailed off.

"You're such a bad liar," Beyoncé said and they both burst out laughing. She knew she was lying but it still irritated her. The existence of Ryan's exes was annoying in itself.

Beyoncé let her head lull back as she looked up at the ceiling. Ryan did the same. The movie was still playing but they had no idea what was going on anymore. Beyoncé started to talk and Ryan listened. She didn't really have much to say but this edible had her talking about nothing. Then Ryan was talking and Beyoncé was laughing.

Then they were both laughing, even when nothing was funny. They looked at each other, kept laughing, then looked away.

"My mouth feels dry," Beyoncé stated, the laughter dying down.

Ryan looked over. Beyoncé's beauty marks kind of looked like the chocolate chips you'd find in a soft muffin.

Ryan looked at her again and then she burst out laughing.

"What?" Beyoncé asked. "What's funny?"

Ryan laughed again. "I was gonna say something but never mind."

"Say it honey."

Ryan, through laughter, said, "I was gonna say you should eat my pussy cuz it's wet."

She was still laughing at her joke when Beyoncé kissed her, letting her tongue slip into her mouth. Ryan hummed, her laughter dying as the older one stroked her cheeks with her tongue.

"Bey," she whispered when the older one pulled away.

"Yeah?"

"Kiss me again," Ryan instructed. Beyoncé pulled the younger girl in close and let her tongue explore her mouth. Ryan moaned into her, letting Beyoncé control the shape of her kisses.

Then Beyoncé's mouth started to move along her lips, to the corners and back, then down to her neck. She sucked on her collarbone and Ryan breathed in softly.

"Mmm," Ryan allowed the moan to slip as Beyoncé got to work taking off Ryan's clothes.

"I've been thinking about this since you sent me those pictures," Beyoncé breathed, her hands already tugging off her bra. "You've been hiding these from mama," she said cupping her breast before she bought it to her lips.

She didn't suck her nipples just yet though. She kissed the dark areola around the bud, looking up at Ryan who looked like she needed this more than her.

"These are so perfect baby," Beyoncé let her tongue flick over the nipple and hummed tasting Ryan's skin on her tongue.

Ryan bit her lip. Please suck them, she thought to herself.

Beyoncé, as if reading her mind, pulled her nipple in between her teeth. Ryan hissed from the hard texture against her skin.

Then Beyoncé's tongue pulled the nipple into her mouth. She hummed around Ryan's nipple and then she looked up to see Ryan's lip tucked behind her teeth.

"Is mama doing a good job for you honey? You like my tongue on these pretty nipples?"

Ryan hummed and Beyoncé waited for an answer. "Uh huh," Ryan said feeling every pleasurable sensation flutter between her thighs.

"Tell me. Tell mama how good she's making you feel."

"Mm feels good Bey."

Beyoncé instantly pulled away and raised a brow. Bey?

She looked Ryan dead in her face and then she slapped her.

Ryan weakly glanced at her. That fucking hurt.

She loved it.

Beyoncé saw the pleasure in her eyes, how Ryan practically melted into the sting on her cheeks. "You like it when mama slaps you huh?" Beyoncé smirked looking into those eyes. Ryan wanted to close them so badly but she didn't know if she could handle another slap just yet.

"Mommy's gonna show you just how much she misses you," Beyoncé bit her lip watching Ryan.

"I need you honey," Beyoncé started to kiss down her body, sucking over her nipple and then moving along her body. "I couldn't stop thinking about you in that lingerie. I came so hard baby, every time I looked at those pictures."

Ryan bit the inside of her lip. That's exactly what she wanted her to do. She opened her mouth to speak but then Beyoncé was tearing her underwear, actually ripping it off of her skin. Ryan heard the fabric splitting and gasped looking down.

Then Beyoncé pressed a finger to her clit, no pressure, just a touch that already had Ryan on the edge of her seat.

"It's only been a week but I missed this so much," Beyoncé admitted

Then she sucked her fingers into her mouth. Ryan whimpered and Beyoncé continued. "Be a good girl and let mommy play with you for her birthday," Beyoncé told her pressing her wet fingers into her firm and throbbing clit.

Ryan moaned looking up into Beyoncé's eyes. She only wanted to do what she said. She nodded giving Beyoncé permission. The blonde couldn't help but fall deeper in love.

"I still remember the first time I saw you," Beyoncé said moving her fingers towards Ryan's opening. "I wanted you naked so bad," she explained. The feeling was so strong, their connection bigger than anything else.

"God you looked so good." She said dancing her fingers back up towards her clit. "So pretty." Her fingers walked back down. "And then I thought that maybe I had a chance. Just for one night, I wanted to show you— to make you feel exactly how sexy you are."

"Really?" Ryan asked, watching with curiosity and lust.

"Mhm. Then you actually let me. You don't know how good it felt to actually taste you and to hear you — God baby, I love how you sound." Beyoncé moaned, rubbing her clit.

"My perfect girl," Beyoncé hummed into her. She didn't care about Ryan's sweet trembles right now. She just wanted to taste her nectar once again. "Please baby, would you let me taste you again? Let mama please you, mommy really needs it."

Ryan swallowed roughly, suddenly forgetting everything that was on her mind. Their eyes met again, Ryan's wide, while Beyoncé's were lower, desperate to please. It was her birthday and all she wanted was Ryan.

"Y-mm yea okay," Ryan nodded.

"So generous honey," she bit her lip finally pushing her finger inside of Ryan.

The younger girl took in a breath. Somehow that one finger felt like everything. When Beyoncé pulled it out Ryan missed it. Her body arched, trying to chase her but Beyoncé was quick to replace it with her mouth.

Beyoncé moaned loudly, taking her in. Then she pulled away so her face between her thighs. "You look so pretty," she said talking directly to Ryan's dripping pussy.

Ryan was covered in her own wetness, making her shimmer, and Beyoncé couldn't look away. "Mine," she said, taking ownership of Ryan's glistening pussy.

There was something about this time. Something big that made Beyoncé look at her like that. Like there was liquid gold between her thighs. Ryan felt the weighty pull of attraction between her thighs. "I'm yours," she let her hips relax.

Beyoncé knew the power she had, the way Ryan was aching to be touched properly. But she didn't give it to her. Instead she wanted to ride her pussy. She undressed herself and then pulled Ryan's legs open.

She looked at the other girl, fully naked and looking up at her like the sun was in her eyes. Then she held Ryan's legs and lowered her body in between them.

"You're already so wet for me honey," she breathed.

Ryan nodded. She knew she was soaked, and even wetter when Beyoncé's pussy touched hers. "Please mama," she whispered.

Beyoncé's body rolled back and she whispered back. "Shh honey, mommy wants to feel you," she breathed as her hips strolled over Ryan. She felt their clits press together and hummed. Then she started to go faster.

"You feel so good baby," Beyoncé swallowed. Her clit throbbed as they slipped in each others wetness.

Ryan's eyes rolled back, trying her best not to close her eyes. She was close and Beyoncé could tell. More. Ryan wanted more.

Beyoncé started to thrust faster. "Mmm baby you gonna cum on mommy's pussy huh?"

Ryan nodded as Beyoncé played with her body. She slowed her movements for a moment then sped back up. Ryan looked up at her, toned stomach, breasts bouncing, and her intense eyes.

"You gonna cum for mama? Mama wants to feel you cum." Beyoncé knew what she was doing. She knew how sexy she looked. She kept going.

"Show me what that pussy can do," she moaned and Ryan let go beneath her.

"Fuuuuck," she stuttered out, her legs twitching as she moaned into Beyoncé's touch.

Beyoncé came seconds after, her legs shaking on top of the younger girl. They both took a moment to recover, and Beyoncé cupped her cheek planting a kiss on her face.

Beyonce leaned up and dragged Ryan onto her. Ryans head lulling onto Beyoncé's shoulder. "I'm tired," she breathed.

"I know come here." Beyoncé dragged her closer.

"I got you," she coed, kissing each of her eyelids and then down her shoulders and the back of her neck.

"You okay?" Ryan asked checking in. Beyoncé hummed. She would be just fine. With Ryan in her arms, she was perfect.

"I love you."

"I love you too. Happy birthday."

The end.

————————-[A/N]There will be an epilogue so it's not completely over yet. This is the longest fic I've ever written. Ending it was hard lowkey.

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What do y'all think their lives are gonna look like in the epilogue?

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