31 Aug '14

Sex Scene Championship Part 2 Round 11 : Sidney Bristol vs Diane Albert (Jen McLaughlin)

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Hello everybody and welcome to our Sex Scene knockout Championship!

The guise is simple; vote for your favourite out of the two scenes and the winning author will progress to the next round and be in with a chance to win the Sex Scene Championship Crown. Each person will be in with a chance of winning prizes from our prize bag. At the end of the event, all of the entrants will be collated and then I’ll use random generator to pick a top winner (who will get their choice of 8 prizes from the prize bag limited to one GC), a second place winner (who will get their choice of 5 prizes from the prize bag limited to one GC) and a third place winner (who will get their choice of 3 prizes limited to one GC). I will then randomly draw names until all the prizes are gone.

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We have 50 eBooks to giveaway (some of which are listed on the Intro post here), 2 signed paperbacks, 2 INT paperbacks, 4 Gift Cards (Amazon & All Romance, a necklace, some pens and more swag to give away.

So for our next round we have Sidney Bristol vs Diane Albert (Jen McLaughlin)

Excerpt One –  

 Sidney Bristol – Committed ©

Sidney’s Website |  Twitter

Damien knelt between her spread legs, releasing the ropes, coasting his touch up her thighs to the juncture.

Oh God, she chanted in her head.

Damien passed his fingers through her folds.

“You’re wet,” he said.

She whimpered, unable to form words.

He spread her labia and she closed her eyes, too vulnerable at that moment to watch. She gripped the ropes and let her head drop back again, waiting for a more intimate touch.

His lips wrapped around her clit and her spine bowed up, the air rushed from her lungs, and for a single moment the world seemed to pause.

That was not what she’d expected.

Damien’s tongue flicked the bundle of nerves back and forth while he kneaded her ass in his palms.

Her breath stuttered in her chest and her pussy clenched on nothing, and yet she arched farther into the ropes. She opened her mouth on a silent shout as her body convulsed, the delicate muscles in her channel spasmed, and the delicious release of climax washed over her. Just a little one, enough to leave her gasping for breath, her head spinning.

She pried her eyes open, to find Damien watching her as he pressed a kiss to her thigh.

“Again,” he said.

“What?” she panted.

He didn’t repeat himself.

Damien gently brushed his fingers over her clit, pulling the hood back.

“Oh God,” she whispered. If this was his idea of payback, she’d make sure he always owed her.

His mouth settled on her clit, hot and raw against the little bundle of nerves. Her body, sensitized and strung tight, quaked despite the small respite. He rubbed his tongue over it, and this time she couldn’t tear her gaze away. He stared at her while he teased her opening with his fingers. He saw down to the depths of her soul while his mouth made love to her, demanding the rise and fall of her breath, the pounding of her heart.

“I can’t,” she sobbed.

His gaze said, Yes you can.

She gripped the ropes and moved her hips, urging his fingers faster. Heat rose on her cheeks, spread to her chest, warming her body. Multiple orgasms weren’t something she’d done more than a few times, but he’d played her body with expertise before.

Heat pooled in the pit of her stomach, blossoming into lust. She tossed her head back and groaned, reaching for the ropes and stretching, arching into it. Damien stroked her through it, prolonging the sweet torture of release without his cock.

“That’s it,” he whispered, stroking her thighs, and up to her stomach.

She sagged, the second release taking all of her energy.

Damien brushed his fingers over a nipple and a sensation like an electric charge zapped through her. She gasped and jumped, snapping her eyes wide open.

He chuckled and leaned against her, some of his weight falling on her and the ropes, but not too much to bear.

“Time to remove these.”

He stroked the other breast and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. The clamps came off with a little tug; he did both at the same time. She groaned as blood rushed into the peaks. Maybe the clamps were stronger than she thought.

Damien didn’t give her any respite. He rubbed his palms over the abused flesh. She whimpered, trying to move away, but he had her captured, completely at his mercy. Or lack thereof. Pain turned to pleasure and she arched into his hold.

Whatever he wanted of her, she was willing to offer.

Damien pulled away from her and she whimpered at the loss of his body, the weight that pressed the ropes into her skin, and his heat.

“Shh, sweetness, I’m here. I’ll always take care of you,” he whispered, stroking her body, drawing trails down her chest and stomach, up her legs. “I’m going to fuck you now, unless you want down.”

“No,” she wailed.

“No, what?”

“Don’t take me down, not yet. Please, sir.”

He cupped her face, swiping his thumb across her cheek. “You’re flying hard, aren’t you?”

Poppy knew he didn’t mean the ropes. She nodded.

“You have to open those eyes. Watch me fuck you. Know who it is inside you.”

She pried her eyes open again, unsure when she’d closed them, and peered up at him. Her muscles were starting to ache, and she would have rope burn, but those physical reminders would be her most precious possession. Because he’d given them to her. He’d given her this.

Damien rocked back on his heels and she realized for the first time that he was completely naked. His big, black cock jutted toward her. Again she wondered how he’d fit last time, and if he would now. She hoped so. She ached to feel him again.

He ripped open a condom and rolled it on. His gaze slid to her and she froze. Not that she was allowed much movement, but she stilled. Her body swayed on the ropes, not having gotten the memo.

The blunt head of his cock pressed against her opening. He grasped the ropes suspending her hips and pulled. His length slid into her channel and she gasped at the intrusion. Slick from orgasm, her muscles stretched around him. She groaned as he pulled the ropes again, impaling her further on his length.

This was completely new. Not only was her mind soaring, her body was floating on air.

Damien grasped the harness around her hips and thrust deep, seating himself fully in her channel. Her eyes fluttered wide and she gasped, feeling every inch of him. Her toes curled and she dug her nails into the rope.

They froze for a moment, each breathing heavily, gazes locked.

He moved first, grasping the chest harness with one hand and hauling her upright, into a sitting position, and taking her mouth in a savage kiss. He thrust up into her and she squealed against him.

“Hold on to the ring.” His voice was low and rough.

She did as he told her, grasping the ring, which changed the position entirely. Now she faced him, but still she was suspended.

Damien held on to her hips and thrust. Her breath stuttered out and her head rolled back on her shoulders.

So good.

He touched all of her, every nerve ending and secret place. The drag of flesh on flesh urged her ever higher.

He withdrew and thrust hard, but didn’t stop. With the harness restraining her, he had complete control. Again and again he thrust deep, pushing her further up.

She came on a shout, moaning out her release as he continued to pound into her, and the room resounded with their lovemaking, raw and primal.

Damien came in a series of frenzied thrusts, freezing at the last second to bite down on her shoulder, muting his shout of release. She hissed, but didn’t begrudge him another mark on her body. He’d branded her his, and even if this was a passing relationship, a little piece of her would always belong to him, and that was a terrifying thought.

Excerpt Two –  

Stealing His Heart – Diane Alberts (Jen McLaughlin) ©

Jen’s Website |  Twitter

He parted her legs, opening her up to him. Seeing her like this almost had him forgetting all about the rules. He didn’t move. “Don’t move. Beg me.”

She dug her foot into the mattress. “Please. Kiss me. Touch me.”

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

“Don’t you dare move,” he commanded.

She stopped herself in the knick of time, biting down on her lip.

He nodded. “Now. Where do you want me? Say it.”

“In between my legs. Please.”

Tilting his head, he smiled at her obedience. He crawled between her open legs, nibbling a path as he moved higher. First, her ankle. Then the soft spot behind her knee. By the time he nipped her inner thigh, she whimpered and squirmed. And he was no less affected.

Gripping her ass, he lowered his head and inhaled deeply. “Fuck, you smell good.” He flicked his tongue over her clit. “Bet you’ll taste better.”

She moaned. “God. Do it. Now.” She paused. “Please.”

He trailed his pointer finger over her hip bones, moving up her body again. Away from the place she’d so kindly asked him to kiss. “Hmm. Not yet.”

She squirmed. “You said—”

He slapped the side of her ass gently, and she broke off with a soft cry. “Last time I checked, you were the one handcuffed to my bed. You submitted to me. Promised to obey me. You agreed. Right?”

Her nipples tightened. “Yes, sir.”

She tilted her face to his, and he kissed her. Her teeth dug into his bottom lip as she strained to get nearer, but he pressed closer. Harder. More. So much more. While pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, he delved into her mouth with his tongue.

Ah, yes. That was more fucking like it. He rolled his tongue over hers, deepening the kiss as he toyed with her. She whimpered and arched into his hands. The sound of cuffs rattling the headboard filled the room, mingling with her quick breathing.

When he positioned himself inside the juncture of her thighs, rubbing the head of his cock against her warmth, the sheer need that hit him was almost enough to make him forget all about tasting her. Forget all about having her come as he licked each drop of her juices from her sweet pussy. But he didn’t.

Because he couldn’t afford to forget his rules.

They were all he had left.

When he pulled back, ending the kiss, he nipped her lip. She moaned and closed her legs around his hips. “Fuck me now. Please.”

“Not yet. But thank you for asking so politely.” He disentangled himself from her legs and covered her body with his own, reveling in the sensation of her soft skin gliding against his. A guy could get used to this. Way too fucking used to it. “First, I’m finally going to taste you. Everywhere, like you asked.”

He sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, not bothering to start out gentle or slow. Now wasn’t the time for that. He took her in deep, scraping his teeth against the hard bud. Crying out, she arched her back. His cock begged to be inside her.

Begged for release.

He released her nipple and went after the other one, his fingers dipping between her legs as he did so. She was so fucking wet and ready for him. As he worked her breast, he rubbed two fingers against her clit in a wide, sweeping circle. A wave of possessiveness came over him when she cried out and moved against him, trying so hard to come.

Trying to find the pleasure he’d promised her.

As he shoved her panties aside and ran a finger down her slit, he released her nipple and watched her squirm. Her cheeks were pink and rosy. Arching her back wordlessly, she let out a tortured sound. He teased her with his finger, applying enough pressure to get her closer to the edge.

A strand of hair covered her eyes. He brushed it away tenderly. “What do you need, sweetheart?”

“I’m…” She drew in a shaky breath and pressed her heels down into the mattress. “I need you now.”

A brow inched higher, and he flicked his tongue over her sensitive flesh. “Please.”

“Please,” she begged.

He closed his mouth around her clit, digging his fingers into her soft ass cheeks. She cried out and moved against him restlessly, his name breaking out of her lips. “Jake.”

Fuck, he liked the sound of his name on her lips—all breathy, needy, and soft.

He rolled his tongue over her, sucking with the right amount of pressure to send her over the edge. And once she fell, he’d be on her. She pressed closer, a breathy cry escaping her, and wantonly pumped her herself against his mouth.

She was close. So fucking close. He could taste it. Feel it.

“C-Can I come?” she asked, her words coming in breathless spurts. “Please?”

He grinned against her. “Yes. Now.”

He slapped the side of her ass and moved closer to her pussy, tracing her slit again. The whole time he did this, his mouth worked over her. When he slipped a finger inside her, crooking it just right, she stiffened and cried out, her body convulsing around his finger. He pulled out and let her fall back to the mattress.

“Look at me.” After positioning himself at her entry, he lifted her hips and tilted them up. She stared at him, the picture of eroticism. “And Tara?”

Her body trembled under his. Strained to get closer. “Yeah?”

“Next time I make you come, don’t shut me out. I want you watching me.” He rubbed his cock against her clit. “Don’t you dare close your fucking eyes on me.”

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