If Only (GxG)

Chapter 20 Closer Pt2 (Explicit)

The words shot through me like a lightning bolt, my body clenching at her powers, my mind spinning.

"Say it," she demanded, her grip tightening, pinning me down.

"I—I'm yours," I babbled, unable to think, unable to do anything but give her what she wanted, my body arching, helpless beneath the pleasure. "Only you, Blake—only you—"

"Good girl," she murmured, voice like velvet, like sin. "Mine."

Her fingers moved harder, faster, her breath hot against my skin, her lips searing into my throat, my collarbone.

I couldn't stop the words spilling from me, couldn't stop praising her, couldn't stop sobbing her name between moans, each syllable broken, wrecked.

Blake groaned, the sound guttural, almost pained, like she was barely hanging onto control.

"You love this, don't you?" she rasped, her pace brutal, relentless, dragging me higher, keeping me teetering on the edge. "You love being mine, you love me taking you like this."

"Yes—God, yes," I gasped, my nails raking down her back, my legs trembling, the pleasure unbearable, overwhelming. "Blake—please—I can't—I—"

She smirked, dark and knowing.

"Oh, but you can," she murmured, catching my lips in a bruising kiss, her hand curling around my jaw, tilting my face up, making sure I had nowhere to look but at her. "And you will."

She swallowed my moans, my broken pleas, my whimpers as she worked me harder, deeper, dragging me closer and closer to that edge.

Then, suddenly, she snatched my chin in her hand, forcing me to focus on her, her stormy eyes dark with possession.

Her voice was like sensual silk.

"Look at me, Alison. I want my girl to look into my eyes when I make her cum for the first time."

And then—

She twisted her wrist, pressing her thumb against my clit, the pressure perfect, devastating.

My body snapped like a live wire, every muscle locking up as pleasure slammed through me in a violent, consuming wave.

"Blake—" I screamed, shattering apart beneath her, my hands flying to her shoulders, gripping, needing her to hold me together.

She didn't stop, didn't let up, working me through every tremor, every shudder, forcing me to take all of it.

"That's it, baby," she purred, her voice dark with satisfaction. "Look at you. So fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me."

I whimpered, my body trembling, my breath shuddering as the last aftershocks pulsed through me.

And then Blake softened.

She kissed my temple, my cheek, my jaw, her lips lingering, her hands stroking over me, grounding, soothing, reminding me she was here.

She whispered sweet, reverent things against my skin, her voice a gentle contrast to the wreckage she had just made of me.

When I finally opened my eyes, still hazy, still floating, she was watching me, dark, unreadable, completely entranced.

I barely registered the way she shifted until I felt her mouth trailing downward—over my collarbone, down the valley between my breasts.

A soft hum escaped me at the feeling, my body still shivering from the last orgasm, basking in the slow, reverent motions of her lips against my skin. It was sweet at first, almost tender—like she was savoring me, worshiping me, kissing me like I was something sacred.