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 Kimber Vale vs Anais Morgan
Execerpt One –
Kimber Vale – Hard Act to Follow ©
“Leave ’em on.” Reaching around the back, Greg yanked the thong to the side, scooted forward, and lined Kyrie’s hole up with his dick.
Kyrie hadn’t gotten a chance to warm up, but managed to expel a deep breath and bear down as Greg impaled him in one swift motion. He grunted, grabbed Greg’s face between both hands, and planted his ass against his jean-covered legs. “Slow for a sec.”
Their mouths meshed, open and wet, as Kyrie began to raise and lower himself on Greg’s cock. He willed his muscles to relax until the burn became a pulsing need behind his balls. Greg’s zipper rasped against the back of Kyrie’s thigh, but the quick stab only reminded him that Greg was fucking him completely clothed but for his pecker pulled out of his fly. Something about it was deliciously dirty, matching the way his outfit made him feel. “Yeah. Now fuck me hard.” Holding his body up so Greg could pound into him, Kyrie leaned back and grabbed his heels, partly because he could, and partly because it felt like letting go. Greg’s hands, rock steady, held his hips. Closing his eyes, it was as if Kyrie was free falling while every second down added pleasure on top of pleasure. Building and burning, spinning him into oblivion. Greg’s cockhead hammered his gland perfectly at this angle. It dominated every nerve in his body until he could barely breathe.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” Greg panted, pumping hard.
The liquid hot friction consumed Kyrie, beating a pulse in his bound dick. Electric shocks of need, hungry and insistent, pierced through him each time Greg seemed to kiss his very core. Greg anchored him with one hand and cupped Kyrie’s cock with the other, tugging roughly over the silk in time with his thrusts, tempting him over the crest.
“So good, so good.” Kyrie gasped as Greg took him unbelievable higher. “Wanna come so hard, Greg. Oh. Fuck…”
Greg froze for a heartbeat. Kyrie opened his eyes and then Greg was hauling him up, flipping him face down on the couch. Within seconds Greg’s naked chest covered his back as his lips pulled the skin behind Kyrie’s ear, plucked at his neck while warm breath called out goose bumps over every inch of Kyrie’s body. Hands skimmed up and down Kyrie’s flank, over his back and down to his cheeks. Kyrie wriggled against him, offered his ass up to the hard nudge of cock behind him. Greg had kicked his pants off, apparently, because furry thighs tickled Kyrie’s legs and ass.
And then Greg pulled the thong out of the way and sank back into him. As one, they let out a sigh. Like a conductor orchestrating a piece from one of the masters, Greg built it up slowly, sensuously, stroking him from inside and out with tender skill. He enveloped Kyrie with his body, wrapped him in warm skin, linked one of their hands together as his other skimmed down Kyrie’s belly and found his silk-covered cock once again.
“Oh, God.” Kyrie groaned, his teeth clamping on his own shaking arm. “Oh, God,” he repeated. He was reduced to a puddle of tremors and firing synapses, each movement Greg made behind him sending a wash of shivers cascading down his body.
“Fuck, Kyr,” Greg whispered behind him, tugging on his dick in time with his moving hips.
Kyrie couldn’t even speak anymore. A guttural moan tore from him as tears filled his eyes.
“Do it. Squeeze me with that ass. Come on.”
“Yeah. Yeah.” Kyrie managed to pant the words in time with Greg’s humping. He couldn’t stop shaking; he was so close to letting go. So fucking close. Still he bit his lower lip hard, pushing it off for just one more thrust, and then just one more, loving the edge and wishing he could ride it forever.
“All mine. Give it to me ’cause it’s all mine.” Greg stroked into him deeply, rolling his hips against Kyrie’s backside and reaching under his balls all at once. Kyrie lost his tenuous grip on control. All yours, Greg.
His eyes rolled back in his head under closed lids as the orgasm racked his body. He shot in time with Greg’s pulsing movement, stream after stream controlled by Greg alone until he thought his balls might turn inside out and the silk pouch of his fancy underwear was heavy and wet against his spent dick.
“That’s right.” Greg grunted as he slid home once, twice, and then a final time before his body dissolved in jerks and quivers against Kyrie’s back.
Excerpt Two –
Anais Morgan – Assist Me ©
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The room fell silent and Betty wondered if she should say something. Deacon didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge her presence. When her ears were going to burst from the silence, Betty said, “Mr. Wictred, I’m very pleased to meet you.”
At her final word he tossed down the tablet, stood, and stalked over to her. She backed up as fear consumed her. His gaze was intent on her, his eyes staring into her soul. Her back pressed against the door and she felt trapped.
Deacon slammed a hand on the door next to her head. She winced, wondering if she’d said something to make him upset. Betty closed her eyes and prayed that he wouldn’t hurt her. Maybe taking this job was a mistake.
Deacon pressed his nose to her throat and inhaled, his nose traveling from the front of her neck to the side. Even though she was shaking, Betty couldn’t ignore how good he smelled, his musk and cologne drifting over her. The moisture between her legs grew as his tongue licked at the hollow of her throat.
Before she could register what he was doing, he reached between them, slid his hand up her skirt, and ripped her panties away. She gasped as he unbuckled his pants, revealing his swollen cock. Her mouth went dry, but she couldn’t think. She didn’t know what to say or how to protest. Deacon gripped her ass, lifted her onto his cock, and entered her.
She cried out at the strength he used as he pushed into her. Normally, the guy gave her a moment to adjust before he started moving, but not Deacon. He started fucking her hard and fast.
Betty’s hands wrapped into his hair as he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into her. The force had his balls hitting her ass. He grunted against her ear and she bit her lip. He filled her, every cell, his massive dick touching her in every way. She bucked her hips against his as he fucked her up the door. No words were exchanged except for his grunting.
“Mr. Wictred, we have guests,” Elena’s voice came over the intercom on his desk.
Deacon didn’t seem to notice. He pushed deeper, harder, so hard that Betty’s vision became white. Her breasts pushed to his chest as he thrust into her. Her climax was building and fast, much quicker than it had ever in her life.
“Mr. Wictred, please step away from the door,” Elena said again.
Betty tried to focus on how Elena sounded bored, like this was a regular occurrence, but the things Deacon did with his hips had her crying out. The first wave of an orgasm took over and she screamed as he reached down and rubbed her clit. All Betty could hear was her loud voice, her begging for him to never stop, and his harsh breathing.
A knock on the door behind her. “Mr. Wictred, please back away from the door while you have sex.” Elena’s voice was now irritated.
Deacon swore before gripping Betty’s ass and carrying her off to the couch. He threw her down and loosened his tie. “On your knees.”
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