03 Sep '14

Sex Scene Championship the Final 16! Round 1 – Cris Anson vs Leela Lou Dahlin (@LeelaLou_2)

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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.

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.

It’s our final 16!! These rounds are up for only 24 hours …. it’s getting closer to the end!!

Excerpt One –  

Mercy and Redemption – Cris Anson©

Cris’s Website | Facebook

Adam rolled onto his back, pulling Mercy with him. Exactly where she wanted to be. On top of him. She let gravity tug her thighs down to the sides of his hips, jockeyed her own hips a bit for the joint aim of a snugger fit of their bodies and a little tease of cock-rubbing. She kissed and kissed and kissed him and gloried in the feel of his cock rising hard and hot between their bellies.

“Enough,” he said hoarsely, reaching for her hips. “Sit on it. Ride me.”

“Yes. Like riding a horse.” She arranged herself on her knees to straddle him and adjusted herself so his cock was aimed directly at her slit. Slowly she eased herself onto his girth. When she was fully seated, she began to rock back and forth then up and down with no discernible pattern, clenching her inner muscles to squeeze more sensation from the motion.

She rode him for endless moments, rising and falling the way an experienced rider sits a cantering horse, her legs bent, thighs clutching at his hips, knees pushed against the cotton bedding. His wiry pubic hair rubbed against her clit, stimulating the juices to flow copiously down her thighs. Beads of sweat peppered his forehead. Perspiration shimmered over her skin. He grasped her hips with strong fingers and slammed her harder against him with her every downward movement.

On an incoherent groan, she tumbled forward, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as her mouth captured his tongue and sucked it hard. Flesh slapped against wet flesh. He bucked as though he were an angry bull and she hung on, lost in the past and present. Lost in Adam.

Suddenly the mattress dipped and Mercy felt another pair of hands on her hips. Seth. She slowed her frantic movements, paused to gasp a deep breath. “Seth.”

“Easy now. We’ll have to take this slow, since you haven’t done it this way before.”

“Dammit, Maddox, I was on the verge of coming.”

Mercy silenced Adam’s outburst with a quick kiss. “And it’ll be even better this way. You’ll see.” Bending her head again, she gave Adam a soul-deep kiss, all mouth and tongue and love. She consciously relaxed the muscles surrounding her anus when she felt Seth’s fingers apply a thick blob of cool gel to the area.

“You’re still so slick there, sweetheart, but I’m not taking any chances.”

She lifted her ass a bit, offering herself to Seth while tightening her Kegel muscles to keep Adam’s cock deep within her. She tensed on feeling the thick head of Seth’s cock pushing at her roseate opening. Then she let her mind drift to the exquisite feeling she’d experienced with the butt plug. The head passed through the ring of muscle and the rest of his thick cock slid slowly into her ass, making her shiver.

“You okay with that, Mercy?”

“I’m fine. More than fine. You feel good.”

“Let me know when you’re ready to move.”

She did, nonverbally, by tilting her hips forward first, wanting to encourage Adam in front of her. Seth began to move a second later and soon the men found a rhythm, thrusting and retreating, carefully at first, then with more vigor. Yet she felt the regard with which they both moved, felt their caresses and kisses, Seth making sharp little nips on her back, on her shoulder blades, Adam reaching out to suck first one nipple then the other into his hot mouth.

With each thrust, sensation followed sensation like killer waves lashing the shore in a hurricane and she was tossed and bombarded with their love, swirled into eddies of mounting lust.

She could no longer think, only feel. The rasp of hair from each man’s thighs on hers, the slide of sweat-slick chests on her breasts and back, Seth’s balls slapping her slit. The feel of two cocks pounding into her, nudging each other inside her. The sounds of heavy breathing in her ears becoming choppy and rasping. Adam’s mouth, sucking her tongue, their teeth clashing and scraping with their passion. Seth’s death grip on her hips, hard enough she’d probably have bruises, but who cared? As long as this need, this itch, was being satisfied, this obsession nurtured, she would hang on for the ride of her life.

Excerpt Two –  

Leela Lou Dahlin – A Haught Date ©

Leela’s Website | Twitter

“Can I kiss you?” she asked, looking like she had used up all her courage to get this far.

“Why are you so timid today? This is your show. You can do whatever you want.”

“That seems like a pretty open proposition. It’s a wonder a woman hasn’t kept you all tied up in her bedroom.”

“I’ve never made that offer before, but I’m making an exception for you.”

“You’ve never let anyone kiss you?”

“I didn’t say that. I think we covered that yesterday. As a matter of fact, we did much more than that.”

“Are you trying to confuse me?” She flashed him a coy glance, and he smiled. He knew a stall when he saw one.

“No, you’re just thinking too hard. Kiss me again, Gemmi, and let’s see what happens.”

He turned to lean against the car with his legs slightly spread apart and brought her in close, cradling her between his thighs so she could finish the kiss she’d started.

He watched her snuggle into him, and his fingers tightened on her hips, but he forced himself to remain still. A soft breeze stirred and surrounded him with her unique scent of cherry, honey, and something he couldn’t put his finger on. He wanted to take a deep breath and fill his body with her sweet aroma, but he didn’t want to interrupt her perusal of his face or disturb this moment.

“Close your eyes,” she whispered.

“Why? I enjoy looking at you.”

“We said we were going to be honest with each other,” she said, moving her hands to his chest, but she didn’t push him away.

“That was honest.” His breathing was a bit irregular, and anticipation made him want to take over this little experiment. Then she’d see he wasn’t joking about his desire for her.

She bit her lip at his response, and he fought to hold back a groan. This was impossible; how could he be this worked up over a woman he’d just met? A woman who was full seductress yesterday and shy today.

Her lids drifted down as she tipped her face up, bringing her full lips in for a quick peck. She returned to rub her lips softly along his and then licked the corner of his mouth. He was trying to let her control this first kiss, but if she was going to taste him and practically purr, he didn’t know if he was going to be able to let her.

She must have enjoyed the first small taste of his mouth, because when she dived in for the second taste, her lips parted. Her warm breath against his mouth made him ache to touch her. He drove his fingers into the hair he’d been fascinated with since he’d seen her yesterday, finding it to be like silk against his fingers. He was struggling not to take over—to let her go at her own pace—but he couldn’t remember a time when it had been this difficult to wait.

He moved his hand to cradle her head and was delighted with the soft, thick waves that cascaded over his wrist. Putting his other hand on the other side of her head, he took control of this kiss. He turned her head so he could get a better taste of her mouth as he licked and nipped her lips and tongue. Her purr turned into a full-fledged moan, and she practically crawled up his body to get closer.

His control snapped. He slid his hands under her ass, hoisting her up to fit against his aching cock. He’d hiked the skirt of her pink sundress up under her breasts, leaving her panty-clad pussy rubbing against his hard length. He glanced at her face. She had her lip between her teeth, and her brow was furrowed in concentration. Putting his fingers against her panties, he could feel the warm wetness, and he had to touch her. As he slipped one finger under the thin cotton cloth and into her hot slickness, his cock flexed like it was pounding on the zipper of his pants to get out and find his way into her pussy. Gliding another finger in with the first, he reveled in the heat of her body, watching the glistening juice coat his fingers each time he withdrew. Her deep moan every time he thrust into her body made him want to replace those fingers with his mouth or his cock.

A car door slammed in the distance, and he remembered where they were.

 

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6 Responses to “Sex Scene Championship the Final 16! Round 1 – Cris Anson vs Leela Lou Dahlin (@LeelaLou_2)”

  1. I like Leela Lou Dahlin’s the best! I like the sensuality of the scene. It could have easily been me. I identified with Gemmi. Very hot!

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