#MASTURBATION MONDAY #SPANKING #BDSM #MENAGE #MASTURBATION #ANAL/ORAL PLAY
Welcome to my first MASTURBATION MONDAY! I’m sharing a hot masturbation scene from my erotic paranormal, MATE WITH ME, a full length novel over 120,000 words.
Damien LaRue has spent the better part of two hundred years trying to atone for an act he was driven to commit shortly after master vampiress, Isabelle Sartre ended his life in 1815. Because he could never forgive himself, he planned to meet the dawn soon, never intending to claim his mate, but he hadn’t counted on Abrielle Chirac’s tenacity or her utter faith in him.
Jacob Carter has spent decades longing to find his mate, but when he finally does, it’s to rescue her from one of his own. Grace Larsen was shocked to discover her immediate sexual response to the vampire who rescued her from a kidnapping. Ignoring her body’s demands, she refuses to believe Jacob is any different than the vampire who tormented her. When Jacob is critically wounded from a rogue attack, Grace is left with two choices- watch the man she has grown to care for die or use her body, the one thing she has been withholding from him, to save him.
Jon and Luc Preston always assumed when they found their mate, she would fall meekly in between them, just how they liked their women. But they hadn’t counted on a feisty, independent redhead who would only accept them on her terms. It takes several erotic lessons to convince Caitlin O’Brien to their way of thinking.
Discovering their nemesis, Isabelle, is behind the attacks on their mates, Damien, Jacob, Jon and Luc must resolve the issues keeping them from completing their mating bonds if they hoped to end Isabelle’s existence permanently.
Enjoy this first scene between Damien and Abrielle
He might continue to deny himself that ultimate pleasure, but he didn’t have enough willpower to stay away from her. After checking the deserted street, Damien dissolved into a fine mist and materialized again in Abby’s bedroom, the sight of her sprawled in open, naked abandonment on her bed keeping him rooted in the corner of her room facing her. With moonlight shining in from the large, open window and a small nightlight lit on her bedside table, her petite body lay in lush display.
Damien rubbed his open palm down his jean clad thigh, trying without success to ease the throbbing ache being this close to his mate caused. His cock had sprung from a semi-erection into a full blown hard-on pressing painfully against his zipper, harder at just the sight of her nakedness than he had been engulfed in Marie’s suckling mouth. Abby’s dark brown, waist length hair lay spread out beneath her, her bright blue eyes closed, one arm flung up by her head, the other draped across her waist. He took a moment to suffer through the picture of carnality she made, adding to his self-inflicted torture, and was about to leave when a soft moan escaped her sleep, his name on her lips a tortured whisper.
Suppressing a moan of his own, he watched her hand slide from her waist to cup her pussy, her thighs widening further to reveal the pink inner recesses of her damp vagina. Cursing his weakness in being unable to leave, he watched her sift through her damp, mink curls and slip her middle finger past her folds, watched those plump folds close around her digit, listened to another moan echo in the otherwise silent room and swore a blue streak as she arched her hips into her marauding hand. The crescent shaped mark on his palm that matched the one he now saw she bore on the side of her left breast burned with a need as desperate as the one aching for release between his own thighs.
Unable to find the will or the strength to pull himself away, he released his cock into his hand, squeezing his fist around his girth in a wasted effort to get himself under control. Abby moved her other hand down to her breast, kneading the soft fullness before taking her distended nipple between her thumb and forefinger and rolling it with a tight pinch. A longer, louder moan escaped with a gasp as her finger pulled from her pussy then thrust back in as if she couldn’t bear to be without it filling her.
“Damien, please,” she whispered, her eyes still shut, her body now glistening with a damp sheen as she finger fucked herself with hard, deep thrusts.
That was a hell of a dream she was having, Damien thought, glad it involved him and not another man. Imagining her masturbating to thoughts of someone else had his eyes glowing red with rage, his incisors aching to take retribution on anyone who commanded her attention other than him. The hypocrisy of his response wasn’t lost on him, but despite his jealous anger at the thought of her thinking of another, he wasn’t willing to claim her and risk harming the one woman he put above all others.
Damien licked his lips when she pulled back again, the sight of her finger shining with the dampness of her arousal making him want to shove her hand aside and replace it with his tongue and teeth. For three years he had fantasized about the taste of her blood and her cream on his tongue despite keeping her at arm’s length as much as possible since discovering she was his mate. Now, faced with the visual evidence of her lust for him, his body trembled with the herculean effort it took to keep from taking her in every way he had imagined.
With harder, faster strokes up and down his shaft, he pushed his release to the surface, the seepage from his straining head soothing the burning mark on his palm. Abby’s movements sped up also, as if she was trying to keep up with him, match him stroke for stroke, her breathing getting heavier as her hips undulated faster and faster. Stifling a shout, Damien erupted into his hand, his body shuddering with the pleasure, his eyes glued to Abrielle as she cried out with her own climax.