Part 55

"Last night was so good," Ryan smiled rolling onto Beyoncé's chest.

A series of flashbacks ran through Beyoncé's mind and she couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Yeah, I didn't know you were so nasty," she teased, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"Me? Beyoncé please," Ryan chuckled. Beyoncé was the one sticking her fingers in bootyholes.

"That's what you said last night too," she smirked. "But I think you was calling me mama. Mama please go deeper," she mimicked biting her lip, eyes trained on the younger one's face.

"Shut up," Ryan mushed her, rolling off of her titties.

"No honey, come back," Beyoncé giggled, trying to pull her closer.

"I'm gonna hit you," Ryan teased.

"Mm hit me sweetheart," Beyoncé fake moaned.

"You're so nasty."

"That's all because of you honey," Beyoncé spoke, getting up from her position on the bed. "Anyways, I need to shower," she said stretching her arms.

Ryan yawned, not ready to get up yet, her body still a little achey from last night. "Give me a minute," she said rolling over.

"You just stay here and be pretty," Beyoncé bit her lip looking back at Ryan.

The shorter girl smiled as Beyoncés feet padded towards the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She lay back in the pillows, letting the breeze from the window gently roam along her body as she listened to the shower running.

About 30 minutes passed before Beyoncé got out of the shower to find Ryan fast asleep, her gorgeous body wrapped up in the silk sheets. Her mouth was slightly open too and Beyoncé chuckled, watching her while she put on lotion.

Ryan didn't even stir as she dressed and Beyoncé planted another kiss on her face, before ordering them breakfast and making her way downstairs.

"Morning Brooke," she chirped seeing her daughter in the living room with the baby. Mornings were always full of niceties between them, tension bubbling just beneath the surface

"Hey mom, good morning," Brooke forced a smile, as she continued dressing her son.

"Let me," Beyoncé said taking him from her arms and putting on his little socks.

Brooke rolled her eyes. She could dress her own baby. But she let her mom do it. It was too early to argue.

"Hi baby," Beyoncé spoke to the little boy. He fussed in her arms and Beyoncé continued to talk to her grandson while Brooke bit her tongue and went to go find her heating pad and pack everything she'd need for the day.

Beyoncé smiled, rocking the baby back and forth and singing to him. He was her favourite person in the entire house, Ryan was second but Ryan didn't smell as cute as him and she didn't make the gurgling sounds that newborns did. He was the perfect baby, little curly hair and chubby cheeks and hands that liked to hold your finger.

She rocked him, singing one of those old school songs she'd grown up on while Levi waited to be noticed at the door. Finally, Beyoncé turned around. "Oh hey," she said simply looking over at the boy.

"Morning Mi- uh Brookes mom," he swallowed.

Beyoncé just smiled. He was still at that stage where he didn't quite know what to call her despite living in her house for the past week.

"Did Brooke tell you we're going to see my family?" He asked.

Beyoncé shook her head and Levi explained they were leaving for the night. They were bringing the baby to meet the rest of Levi's family so they were going to stay overnight.

Beyoncé had a million questions. She didn't like the idea of her grand baby around all of those strangers. She knew they were Levi's family but she didn't know them personally so she didn't trust them. Levi was gracious enough to answer all her questions, even asking if she wanted to talk to them before they left. Brooke entered in the middle of this interaction, holding a diaper bag and rolling a small suitcase.

"Mom it's gonna be fine, I'll call you if I need anything," Brooke said.

Beyoncé sighed. "Okay, just remember I'm here. Okay?" Beyoncé didn't like this at all but she couldn't come up with a good enough reason to stop them from leaving.

"Yes mom I know."

"Okay," Beyoncé hesitated. "Take care of little baby okay?"

"Oh we finally gave him a name," Brooke said giving Levi a pointed look.

"He's gonna be a junior," Levi rolled his eyes. He had been set on naming him anything but Levi but according to Brooke, everything he came up with was an old man name. Naming him Milton apparently made him sound like a civil rights leader.

"She got to you huh?" Beyoncé asked smirking at Levi. The two had been going back and forth on baby names since he was born. Brooke changed her mind completely on the name when she looked at him, suddenly set on naming him after his father.

"Yeah," Levi shrugged chuckling. "He does look like a Levi."

Brooke smirked, happy her son finally had a name and that Levi had stopped fighting her on that.

"Levi junior it is," Beyoncé smiled, handing the baby over to his parents after covering him in little kisses.

Brooke gave her mom a kiss on the cheek and Beyoncé reminded them to call if they needed anything. Brooke nodded agreeing and reminding her mom that they would be just fine.

Truthfully, Brooke needed to get away from her mom. She was tired of holding her tongue all day just so that they didn't argue.

Beyoncé and Ryan's little love nest was creeping her out and it was only natural for her to be mad. Ryan had just shown up to her home one day and never left. She used to just be her roommate and now... She hated it.

Closing the door behind them, Beyoncé ran upstairs to find Ryan still in bed, but now she was awake and on her phone.

"Morning honey, do you know what you want for dinner later?"

A slow smile spread across the darker girls face. "I haven't even had breakfast yet and you talking about dinner?"

"I might have to make a reservation," Beyoncé said, removing the hair tie from her hair and grabbing a hairbrush.

"I don't mind Bey, we can go wherever you wanna go."

Beyoncé bit her lip disappearing to find her phone wherever she'd left it and call the restaurant. She was so excited, Ryan could see it pouring through her smile. She'd been so stressed lately so this was nice to see. She was always thinking about Brooke or the baby and what they needed, trying to make sure everyone else was okay.

Ryan got up and started getting ready, looking forward to the rest of the day. They hadn't had much time together as a couple. It was always with the baby or worrying about Brooke in the other room. Even before the baby got there, their relationship was in a weird place.

So Ryan was actually looking forward to being with her. She didn't necessarily want to do anything except from being in Beyoncé's arms. The older one had a way of making everything feel safe and warm. She needed that. Especially this week before she had to go home for college.

She went downstairs to see a spread of breakfast food that Beyoncé had ordered before she got ready. There were waffles and croissants and fruit and eggs and sausages and potatoes and literally every breakfast food she could think of.

"This is a lot," Ryans eyebrows raised.

"I didn't know Brooke and that boy were going out," Beyoncé explained. It still would've been a lot but not quite so much. Then she remembered, "which means we have the house to ourselves for the night."

Ryan looked at her, half a piece of toast in her mouth and chuckled. "The whole day?" Ryan confirmed chewing.

"And night," Beyoncé reached over wiping some crumbs from Ryan's lips. "Anything you wanna do today babygirl?" Ryan looked at her, eyes darkening, and then she looked away. Beyoncé smirked. She knew what that meant. "Anything other than that?" she asked biting her lip. It turned her on when Ryan was so obvious about her attraction, when it wasn't just her being horny but Ryan wanted it too. They were just as bad as each other.

Ryan shook her head, gesturing for Beyoncé to come closer, "I just wanna eat." She whispered in her ear.

"Ryan," Beyoncé gasped. She was definitely rubbing off on her.

"I mean eat breakfast," Ryan smirked. "You're know these eggs and stuff— oooh, we should make mimosas."

Beyoncé thought for a second, before she got up and went to find a bottle and some orange juice. She popped it without thought as Ryan watched her still chewing her eggs.

"Is that champagne?" Ryan asked and Beyoncé nodded. Ryan just shook her head accepting the glass. She'd only ever had mimosas with whatever cheap wine her college friend had, so this was new.

After putting the orange juice away, Beyoncé grabbed her glass and took a sip. Ryan did too and before Beyoncé she could sit down Ryan gestured for her to come closer and told her to sit on her lap.

"I'm gonna crush you," Beyoncé rolled her eyes. She was bigger than her — thicker and taller and overall bigger.

"Shut up and sit down," Ryan reached out to wrap her arms around her stomach.

"I'm getting up in five seconds," Beyoncé said before she rested her ass on Ryan's lap. The younger one smiled wrapping her arms around her and started to leave kisses on Beyoncé's exposed skin.

When Beyoncé tried to stand up, Ryan tugged her back. "I like you here," she said and Beyoncé didn't argue. Instead she let herself rest in the other girls arms. Ryan's breath smelled like syrup and her body was warm.

Ryan held onto her midsection and leaned her head into her neck.

"You like touching me," Beyoncé giggled. Something about this made her feel younger. Like she was a teenager alone with someone she liked for the first time.

Ryan said nothing, letting the older ones hair brush over her skin. She smelled like hair oil and whatever woodsy perfume she was wearing today.

"I was thinking about dates I could take you on," Beyoncé said. "It's my turn since you took me on that picnic last time."

Ryan had almost forgotten that happened. It was so long ago now, a whole breakup ago.

They sipped their drinks and talked about a plan for the day. Ryan didn't have the heart to tell her she wasn't interested in doing anything, so she nodded along instead until Beyoncé realised she really just wanted to relax and do nothing.

"Honey?" She asked, lifting a grape into her mouth.

"Uh huh?" Ryan asked, her fingers absently stroking along Beyoncé's legs.

"I know we've been together all week but I've missed you so much."

Ryan smiled, "really?"

"Mhm and you have to go back to college soon?"

Ryan nodded. It was next week. Brooke had officially dropped out and Levi had enrolled online. Ryan didn't want to go home but she also wasn't about to rearrange her whole life just for a relationship.

Especially when Beyoncé could be so unpredictable.

"We should get married," Beyoncé said, eyes pinned to the corner of Ryan's neck where she'd left a mark last night.

The slightest twitch in Ryan's expression made Beyoncé briefly question herself. Had she said something wrong?

"What?" Ryan asked, trying to sound calm as her heartbeat picked up.

"You should marry me," Beyoncé repeated. Her voice was steady and sure like she'd thought about this for months. As if this was the logical thing to do.

Ryan swallowed, dropping her hands from Beyoncé's waist. She saw Beyoncé's expression, the faint hope in her eyes, the slight twinkle as if what she was saying was okay.

Ryan chuckled awkwardly. Maybe she was just joking.

"I'm serious." Beyoncé said, waiting for her response.

"Beyoncé..." Ryan sighed, still trying to work out if Beyoncé was being serious or not. This was not a proposal... was it?

"We can go ring shopping right now," Beyoncé added.

Ryan nibbled her lips, taking a second to gather her thoughts before she looked up at those hazel eyes that were most definitely serious. Then she stood up abruptly, pushing Beyoncé off of her lap.

"What? Honey what's wr—"

"Why would you say that?" Ryan moved through the kitchen, eyebrows scrunched together. Her brain was scrambled, a mixture of hurt, anger and betrayal passing through her.

"Wha—"

"I'm not her," Ryan glared. She wasn't dumb. Beyoncé was asking her to marry her just like she did with Kelly. Who she really wanted was Kelly, Ryan was just a replacement.

"You...?" Beyoncé took a second to understand. "Ryan I don't think—" Beyoncé tried to explain.

"Then why would you say that?" she yelled, tears slipping from her eyes while she moved as far from Beyoncé as she could. "Why?" she asked.

"Honey, I just—" Beyoncé reached to pull her closer. "I love you, I don't want you to go back, and I thought... I—"

"Why?" Ryan asked, her eyebrows upturned.

"Because I'm going to miss you," Beyoncé explained, stumbling over herself to reach Ryan who was now standing by the wall, eyes watering. "Honey I just thought..."

"What? That marrying me would stop me from going home?"

"No. I just— I love you."

"No you don't—"

"Yes I do"

"No you don't"

"I do honey, you know I love you," Beyoncé stepped closer, reaching her hand to cup Ryan's cheek.

"Then say that," Ryans hands trembled, as Beyoncés body held her in place, Ryan pushing herself further back into the wall. "Why would you ask me to marry you?" She felt so betrayed.

"I'm sorry honey. It was just... I was thinking about how much I love you and how I'm so used to you being here. I started picturing you in a white dress and—"

"Don't do that," she sniffled interrupting. "We're not getting married so you can have your little fantasy about her," Ryan said through undried tears.

"Ry..." Beyoncé's eyes narrowed and she tugged Ryan closer. "I want you, not her. You." She breathed. "You're not a fantasy to me and I didn't say it so you could be a replacement for her. I just want you. Only you. Always you. Okay?"

Ryan eyed her, examining her expression and body language. She was serious, no playing with her hair or her fingers, eyes holding Ryan's tightly like a hug.

Ryan nodded slowly, then Beyoncé spoke again.

"You know how I feel about you. You're the one I want. If you don't want to get married now that's fine. But I'm not asking you because I don't see you for you. I'm asking because I see you for you and I'm in love with you."

Ryan sniffled, wiping tears again. A few months ago, this was all she wanted to hear from Beyoncé. She looked up into Beyoncé's face again. Those eyes were light brown, all of that hazel brown shining just for Ryan.

The younger one swallowed harshly. "I love you too," she breathed in deeply. "I just... marriage is crazy"

"Sorry, it was a stupid thing to say," Beyoncé said running a hand through her hair. "You're so much younger than me, I don't even know how you feel about marriage it's just—"

"Beyoncé stop," Ryan interrupted. Beyoncé swallowed. "It's not any of that. It's just that we're still figuring out what this is and how it looks. We literally spent the last year going back and forth—"

"That was my fault for not talking to Brooke."

"Speaking of Brooke, she hates me. Hates me Beyoncé and I might hate her too. You think it doesn't matter but what if it gets worse? We've only been together for like a month and I know you're gonna pick her."

Beyoncé lightly stroked her cheek. "Honey it's not a competition," she sighed. "I love you."

"I know."

"I'm not—" Beyoncé swallowed. "You and Brooke are gonna be fine," she rolled her eyes. The whole thing was stupid and Brooke just needed a second to get over it.

"What if we're not though?"

"Honey trust me," Beyoncé breathed. She knew it would blow over. Brooke was mad at her mother, not at Ryan. Ryan was just an easier target and eventually she'd get over both.

Beyoncé was asked once if her daughter's name was Brook, like a lake, to which she frowned and shook her head, explaining it was short for Brooklyn like the place. Then, she found a dictionary and looked up the word, Brook: 1. (Noun) a small stream. "there are tiny fish and frogs in that brook"2. (Verb) to tolerate or allow (something, typically dissent or opposition). "She won't brook any criticism of her work."

She'd chuckled when she read it. The second one did not fit her child at all. Brooke was everything but accepting of other people's opinions. She'd argue with someone all day if she had to. Except when it came to her mother.

They'd argue and Brooke would tell her what she thought but usually it didn't last this long. Usually, she got over it pretty quickly — one of them would change their mind and they'd forgive each other.

So, to Beyoncé, this was just a long argument but eventually Brooke would get over it.

Beyoncé glanced at Ryan, eyes hooded as she looked into her eyes. "Okay?"

"Okay," Ryan agreed exhaling. They looked at each other, taking in the moment.

Beyoncé really wanted to marry her. Even if it was crazy and a long way off. Ryan couldn't believe she liked her that much. And she'd been telling Ryan things like that more lately.

Their eyes met, both a little shaky, both unsure. But then they were kissing. Soft but fast. Ryan's hands tangled into her hair, Beyoncé tugged her even closer. Ryan leaned into her pull as Beyoncé's tongue flicked over her lip.

She sucked on her tongue, tugging it into her mouth, as Beyoncé hummed into the sensation. The kiss was getting hotter and hotter. Ryan wanted to take the clothes off of Beyoncé and do something she'd been thinking about for a while.

"We should go upstairs," Beyoncé said, fingers trailing beneath Ryan's t shirt and waiting for her nod.

The younger one agreed and they practically ran up there, kissing and leaving a trail of clothes on the way.

"I've only strapped you once," Ryan lamented when they pulled away from the kiss.

Beyoncé raised a brow. "Twice," she corrected.

"We were drunk, it doesn't count," Ryan shrugged.

"It counts," Beyoncé breathed, still kissing her neck. Her body remembered everything: the look in Ryans eyes, how she'd been so dominant and in control, telling her to be quiet, forcing her to turn off her brain and let go, how she'd practically ruined the sheets she'd cum so hard.

"I wanna do it again," Ryan said in between breaths, Beyoncés mouth sucking on her.

"Sometimes I think I'm rubbing off on you too much." Beyoncé said before going back to marking territory on Ryan's neck.

"Rub off on me then mama," Ryan said running a hand through Beyoncés scalp.

"God Ry, you're so damn sexy," Beyoncé sighed. She took a second, looking up at the shorter girl whose neck was thrown back. "Okay," she said breathing slowly. Brooke and Levi were gone for the day and they had time, so there was quite literally nothing stopping them.

Ryan knew exactly where her toy box was, kneeling to find a dildo she wanted to use. She picked a different one this time, skin toned and thick. She pulled the straps up her legs and Beyoncé watched her, chuckling to herself. Ryan almost looked like a kid in a candy store, excited to be doing this. Beyoncé stood by the doorframe still, waiting to see what Ryan wanted to do.

"Beyoncé," she whispered softly. "Lie down— wait no don't." She tucked her lips behind her teeth thinking. Then she grabbed her arms and turned Beyoncé around, pressing her into the wall.

The older one could do nothing but let Ryan take over. She felt the dildo against her skin but Ryan was just kissing and touching her, pressing her firmly into the wall.

"Take these off," Ryan said flicking the waistband of Beyoncés thong.

The older one, still pressed against the wall, did as told, letting the fabric slip along past her legs, her breasts pressed into the wall. She didn't know Ryan could be this sexy, this sure of what she wanted. She tugged it down, the string falling between her thighs, and let Ryan see her ass completely bare. She was naked now, completely exposed to Ryans gaze.

"You're so sexy," Ryan tucked in her lips again. She could see the beauty marks trailing along Beyoncé's skin, the dip in her back and the way she smelled — so heavenly, so wet. Ryan adjusted the strap on, getting used to it between her legs. This one was bigger than the other one she'd used.

Beyoncé looked back and Ryan griped her jaw, "uhn uhn face the wall." She couldn't do this with Beyoncé staring at her. Those intense hazel eyes were too intimidating.

But Beyoncé had caught the sight of Ryan, strap on between her legs firm, her breasts exposed, and her body toned. She was ready for it. She needed it. Ryan looked dangerous, the muscles in her legs flexing as the dildo hung between her thighs.

"Get on all fours," Ryan told her and Beyoncé raised a brow wondering who Ryan was talking to but she did it anyway, her naked body at Ryan's mercy as she climbed onto the bed, her knees pressed into the mattress, the rest of her body falling onto her hands.

Ryan bit her lip looking at her, ass up, hair spooling down her back. And her pussy was soaking. Ryan ran a finger along her slit causing the older one to tremble.

"Honey I'm—"

"Shhh," Ryan shut her up continuing to touch in between her thighs. She'd been thinking about this for months, how Beyoncé would look arched like this for her. How she would sound, how her body would move, if she'd cum harder, how she'd crave her touch. Would she tremble? Would her body would falter beneath her? Ryan wanted her so bad.

Beyoncé moaned with each pass of Ryan's fingers over her clit. She wanted to look back, to see the girl behind her who was making her feel like this. Their chemistry was too much sometimes, a closeness that turned their pleasure into a shared experience. But she faced the pillows instead, waiting for Ryan's next move.

Then she felt the silicone slide along her slit. She hummed, already knowing Ryan was about to fuck her up this time. Every time she fucked her like this, it was like something overtook Ryan's body and she wouldn't let up. Beyoncé was scared. At the same time, she was desperate to feel Ryan's desires.

"Don't tease me—" she started.

"Shh what did I say?" Ryan asked, pressing the weight of her body firmly into the older one.

"Honeyy," Beyoncé moaned out breathless, as she stroked her clit. Ryan was turning her on so much. Who did she think she was? Beyoncé was the one who ran things. She was the one who was in control and gave the orders—

"Fuuuuck," she rasped out as Ryan pushed into her from behind. It had been so long since Ryan had done this, she instantly felt her body arch into it.

"Let me do all the work," Ryan started to stroke into her, gently at first. It wasn't the whole thing, just most of it. And Ryan watched her shudder beneath her, her pussy opening up for the toy.

Her arch got deeper as Ryan filled her up. "You look so good," Ryan said watching the dildo disappear between her thighs, seeing her ass ripple with each stroke.

"Uhhh, like that honey," Beyoncé moaned as she stroked into her. It felt so good pushing inside.

Ryan smirked watching her, placing a hand on Beyoncé's waist to stabilise her. The older one liked this, being fucked in this position. It made her feel like such a slut but in the best possible way.

"F—ffuck," Beyoncé moaned, biting her lip as Ryan fucked into her. Long deep strokes filling her all the way up.

Then Ryan pushed deeper. Once Beyoncé was comfortable, she started going harder, letting the dildo push all the way in. Fucking her a little faster.

"Ry..." Beyoncé said, one hand reaching back unsure and nervous. She could feel her going deeper, feel the mess she was making. When did Ryan start fucking like this?

"Shhh be quiet," Ryan bit her lip watching her and slamming into her harder. She felt her ass ripple against her hips as she pushed back in, hearing Beyoncé's juices fill up the room.

"Uhh it's t-too much," Beyoncé groaned dripping her juices all over the toy. She was soaked, her arms shaking now as Ryan stroked inside of her. And she wouldn't let up, thrusting into her over and over again.

"Shh you're doing so good for me mommy," Ryan smirked, pushing in faster and faster with the toy.

When did Ryan start talking like this? She was so confident with her strokes and Beyoncé was desperately trying not to fall apart. Ryan kept up the pace pushing into her hard.

Beyoncé almost couldn't take it, hands struggling to hold herself up. Her face fell onto the pillow, arch deeper as Ryan pushed in deeper.

"Fuck Ry I can't," she said, her eyebrows twitching as her arms fell by her side. In this new position, Ryan was even deeper. Beyoncé could feel every movement of her hips, and every time she went deeper she wanted to cry out.

"Yes you can," Ryan continued. The toy rammed into Beyoncé harder, slipping past her walls into that fleshy centre.

She could feel it hitting her spot, stretching her, making her feel so good. Beyoncé's hand reached back as if to push Ryan and stop her but Ryan just grabbed her wrist, using that hand to steady herself, as she started fucking her deeper

"Oh god ple—"

"Shhh mama, take it for me," Ryan encouraged.

Beyoncé's eyes closed rolling back into her head. How was Ryan fucking her better than she'd ever been fucked right now?

"Pl-please baby..." she panted out. But Ryan didn't listen, instead she gripped her wrist tighter, using that to keep a steady rhythm.

Beyoncé couldn't tell if Ryan was bruising her wrists and even more than that she couldn't tell if she cared. There was something about this that felt so wrong it felt right.

Ryan was being dominant and Beyoncé was falling into it. Her body melting into the other woman's, juices coating the toy, so much so that she could hear it.

Ryans grip tightened. She didn't care if it hurt. She wanted Beyoncé to remember this.

And Ryan just knew she was doing a good job. Beyoncé was a mess, panting heavily as white cream coated the strap.

"Sh-shit," she gasped, digging her nails into each other, as Ryan fucked her harder and harder. Beyoncé couldn't take it. She shut off her brain listening to the sound of each thrust filling her ears almost as loud as the moans she let out, her body arched and eyes rolled back further as Ryan pushed in deeper to her body.

Ryan's free fingers rubbed against her clit and Beyoncé let out an even louder moan. The combined sensation along with the dildo stroking into her was bringing her closer and closer.

"You're taking it so good mama," Ryan admitted dropping her hands to hold onto her hips. She watched Beyoncé's ass roll against her, rippling with each thrust deeper than the next.

Beyoncé started to pant, "y-you're fucking me so good."

"I know," Ryan breathed, fucking her harder. There it was again, that cockiness that Beyoncé couldn't do anything about. Then a hand slid into Beyoncé's hair, gripping a handful and holding on to her.

Beyoncé screamed. It was the type of thing she would've cussed someone out about, pulling on her hair. But instead her eyes rolled back. Ryan's nails scratched her scalp and it turned her on as she grabbed a fistful of hair, fucking into the older one.

"Deeper honey, please don't stop," the words tumbled out before she could stop them. Ryan tugged and she moaned. "F-feels so good."

Ryan rammed into her tugging the hair in her hands. She loved this. Beyoncé was so wet for her, so open to her. Ryan was in control, the older one weak beneath her, succumbing to everything Ryan would give her.

"Shh mama, just take it."

Beyoncé hissed in response, her whole body feeling every inch of the strap. She could sense the concentration from Ryan, the desire to make her cum. She felt every stroke.

"Ah—" Beyoncé hissed digging her nails into her sheets. The feeling was growing inside of her, she was so close.

The older one was naked and sweaty beneath Ryan's touch and she loved it. Being in control like this made her feel so good. Watching Beyoncé fall apart was better than anything she'd ever felt.

Ryan thrust again and Beyoncé could do nothing but take it. Her eyes fluttered between being open and closed as Ryan went harder inside of her, pulling her hair like she hated her.

Ryan bit her lip, watching her body. Beyoncé was close, she could tell. "Come on mama," she breathed out rubbing her clit again. "Let go for me."

As though Ryan had said the magic word, Beyoncé's legs started to shake. Her whole body was coming undone, moaning weakly as the orgasm shook her whole body.

"Fuuuuck." She was crumpling as Ryan held her up, grip tight on her hips as she let go of her hair. Ryan kept going, helping her to ride out her orgasm as she held onto her, watching her fall apart.

Then she pulled out, seeing the white cream between Beyoncé's thighs and coating the toy. She looked perfect like this, satiated and sleepy. Her eyes closed as she remained in the same position. Ryan planted a kiss before she went to the bathroom to get a wet towel.

Beyoncé's legs clamped, the second she felt Ryan touch her, running away and almost kicking her. "No baby I can't—" the older one protested. She physically couldn't take any more.

Ryan couldn't help laughing at her. "I was just cleaning you up," she said and started to wipe between her thighs.

Beyoncé hesitantly flipped over, just barely able to look up at Ryan, between her legs with the towel. "I love you," she whispered reaching for her.

"I love you too," Ryan breathed out, resting beside her, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"Just give me a minute, I'll get up," Beyoncé sighed. She was going to get up. She really was. She just needed a second to recover.

"Mhm," Ryan hummed already knowing she was about to fall asleep. She wished she could make Beyoncé feel like this every day. She looked so beautiful, so content. So in love.

——————————-[A/N]Hopefully this makes up for the no update last week 💙. Thoughts? Bey and Ryan's little argument? The sex?

Brooke and Levi and the baby?

Any predictions?