#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.
SUMMARY
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.
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