Best Lesbian Erotica 2014

WHAT I NEED Xan West

I need to be inside you. This minute, no waiting, no preparation. Fuck taking off any clothes, fuck finding an appropriate place, fuck finishing this conversation; I need to pull my dick out of my pants and be inside you immediately. I am ravenous for you, need to have you, selfishly, focused on my urgency, aching to take exactly what I need from you right this second. I need to stake my claim in you, on you, grab what’s mine. Possess you thoroughly, ruthlessly, immediately. And I can, because you are mine. You chose this two years ago, and keep choosing it, every day.

I push you to your knees, take out my cock and ram it down your throat. Fuck the niceties, I need to be deep inside you right away, and I am there, feeling your throat convulse around me, growling, telling you to choke on my cock, to take it for me. I have my hands wrapped in your hair and I fuck your face, watching you work to take my dick, reveling in the sight of tears in your eyes. I take your breath with my cock, your nose stuck in my belly, my dick down your throat, and watch you struggle, your eyes huge, tears rolling down your cheeks. I pull back just a bit to free your breath, and yank up my shirt, as I take your breath again, my cock blocking your throat. I don’t pull up my shirt often, usually fuck with all my clothes on, but I want to feel your tears on my skin. My hunger for that is stronger than my need to be completely covered, at least right in this moment, and I know how you see me.

My stomach is jammed against your nose, allowing you no air. I savor it, the control I have over you in this moment, and wrap my hands into your hair, pulling it, as I feel you gasp around my cock. Then I let you breathe again, pulling out for a moment to slap you across the face with my dick, watching your mouth form the words, “Thank you, Sir.”

I slap you in earnest, hard on the face, with my cock, then the back of my hand, repeatedly, each time upping the intensity. I thrust into your throat, feeling you choke on my cock, telling you to take it for me, be good for me. I groan, and grip your hair tightly, ramming your mouth onto me, closing my eyes, savoring the feel of being deep inside you. I work my boot between your legs and grind it into you, meeting your eyes and watching them fill with pain, my dick down your throat muffling any noise you might make. I ride your throat hard, my boot grinding in time with my strokes, fresh tears falling on my fat belly and making my cock even harder.

It’s not enough. I pull out of your throat, and push you onto your back with my boot, moving around you, kicking your arms, your thighs, your crotch. I circle you, thudding into you with my boots, feeling the energy rise, riding it. I want you breathless and aching, deep in your helplessness, desperately wanting to please. You thank me repeatedly, your voice intensifying as I build into harder blows. You are breathing rapidly, and your eyes are wild. You can sense how feral I am in this moment, and I can smell the delicious bursts of fear in you. I stop abruptly and place my boot on your face. Your entire body freezes. This is exactly what we both need, and I am intensely aware of how perfect it feels. I breathe into the moment and hold it. This is sacred and right and there is no rushing right now. Everything stills.

“Mine,” I say quietly.

“Yours, Sir,” you reply.

I can feel the smile slide across my face. What a joy it is to be here with you, to take you in this way. I am so full of love for you, I can feel it bursting from my skin, my chest opening and pouring it onto you, soaking you in it. I want to roll around in it with you, my skin slick against yours. As I think of this, I can feel the hunger build again, the urgency surge, and I am out of patience.

I pull you to your hands and knees, yank down your pants, lube up my cock, and work it into you, feeling your body resist, pushing my way inside, opening you for my pleasure. I growl, holding myself deep inside you, and bite down hard onto your back, working your flesh between my teeth. I strip you of your shirt, keeping my cock exactly where I need it to be, and then yank mine over my head. Then my skin is on yours, and it feels so fucking good that I howl in exultation. It feels perfect to be inside you, my big belly against your back, my nipples rubbing against your skin, my bare arms wrapped around your chest. I can be bare-chested in this moment, trust that it won’t change my gender in your eyes. So much of my skin never feels the air, much less the feel of skin against it. It is so intense it hurts, just to feel you with my whole chest.

I am surrounding you and inside you, and I want to stay like this forever, to never let you go, to hold you close for eternity, my teeth embedded in your skin, my dick buried in you, reveling in the feel of you, knowing that you are mine.

My selfish cock begins to throb. It does not want to be still, it wants to ram into you, make its mark inside you, and it is insistent. I lift my teeth off of your back and grip your shoulders, fucking you with all of my strength, reaching as deep as I can go with my cock, wanting you to taste it.

“That’s it. Take it for me.”

I reach around to touch you in exactly the way I know gets you off, wanting to feel you gripping my cock as you come.

“Oh, thank you, Sir,” you say repeatedly, your voice desperate. I pull out of you and flip you onto your back, and ram into you, needing to see your face as I make you come, my hand insistent. I fuck you as hard as I can, watching your eyes as I stroke you, telling you I need you to come for me.

Your mouth purses around your gratitude, it is delicious to watch, as your eyes can no longer hold mine, and I feel you grip my cock as you come. I begin to rub my chest against yours, reveling in the feel of it, rolling around in your desire and obedience. I lean in and take your nipple in my mouth, feeling you shudder around my cock, your desire spiking again, before you were ready for it, and you cry out “Please, Sir,” and begin to whimper. I build you up again, taking your nipple between my teeth, teasing it with my tongue, and begin to jack my cock into you minutely, staying as deep as I can, just a slight movement in time with my mouth as I suck you off. I want to feel you come again, and I tell you so, my mouth never leaving your nipple; I tell you to come for me and that I need to hear it.

Your sounds are desperate and mixed with sobbing, and I reach up to soak your tears into my hand, and rub them on my chest. You feel amazing around my cock, and I am shuddering inside you, savoring it. I am suddenly aware of the bareness of my chest, that you can see me. My vulnerability swells up into my throat. I fill with the need to show you I’m in control, you are mine to take as I choose. I feel myself hardening all over, my jaw clenching. I can tell the beast of my sadism is showing in my eyes, because your breath catches and I can scent your fear.

I begin to ram into you, slamming you into the floor, my hands holding you down, my eyes fierce against yours. I growl as I fuck you, my hips moving quickly. It is not about you, and you can feel that. This is about me, my pleasure, my need. I fuck you into the floor, my eyes hungry as I hold your gaze, my hands gripping your wrists tightly. I take exactly what I need from you, urgency filling me, growling constantly, my nails digging into your flesh, twisting it, taking you, my cock relentless inside you.

“Mine,” I snarl. “Mine to fuck as I choose. Mine to feed on.” This is your moment to refuse, the ritual words giving you an out if you want one, or help assure me that you want this too. Sharing blood is such an intense claiming; we affirm this every time.

“I’m yours, Sir. Please feed on me, Sir.”

My hand grips your hair, holding you still, watching the fear in your eyes spike. I clean a patch of skin on your chest, and cut you open for me, watching the blood spill onto your skin and mine, coming at the sight of it. Before you can even breathe in against the pain, the blade is gone and my mouth is on the wound, licking it rapidly, my cock ramming you, coming inside you, still so hard all the way through and beyond my orgasm. I am feeding on you, claiming you, twisted around you with all my might, holding you in me and into me, as I pound as far into you as I can go, filling you up.

“Mine,” I growl against your skin as I feed on your blood. “Mine.”

My nails grip your shoulders tightly, driving into your skin, my cock fucking deeper, ruthless, my teeth grazing the wound, savoring the coppery taste of you. I can feel your blood getting all over my face, still seeping between us, making us slick and messy. I am exactly where I need to be, hitting so many of my hungers all at once, and I am shuddering, my hands convulsing on your skin, my entire body overcome with how amazing it is to be inside you, to feel your skin wet against mine, to be feeding on your blood, to be so deeply connected to you.

I lift my face from the wound to meet your gaze, and your eyes widen at the sight of your blood all over my face, the word please escaping your lips. I nod, and lean down to rub as much of my skin against yours as I can, rolling around in your blood and sweat, and soaking in your orgasm as it wracks your body. I drop my weight onto you and roll around in us, laughing with you as we savor the feel of skin against skin, slicked by blood and sweat. We are tied so tightly together, and it feels good and right and it’s exactly what I need. I thrust my tongue into your mouth as I rub against you, my nipples catching yours. I order you to come for me, and watch the tears start, your sobs ramping me up, knowing you are overwhelmed with the intensity, and so grateful for me forcing you to do this one more time.

The pain slides across your face and I revel in it, leaning my face against yours to catch your tears on my cheek. Your hips thrust as you come, and it sets me off in a long mind-wracking orgasm, my entire body shuddering, the energy built so high it explodes out of the top of my head.

“Thank you, Sir. I love you,” you whisper against my shoulder, your arms wrapped around me, holding me as I come. We float together for a long time, holding each other, our bodies stuck together, wrapped up in each other. I savor the feel of you next to me, your skin against mine. When we are back on earth together, I meet your eyes, and hold them, smiling.

“You are so good for me. You feed me in exactly the ways I need. I am proud to claim you as mine.”

You nestle close to me, place your hand on the center of my bare chest, my hand holding you in the center of your back, and we hold each other, content to be connected, safe and close, intertwined.