Sex Scene Championship Part 2 Round 10 : Vivian Arend (@VivianArend) vs Kacey Hammell (@KaceyHammell )

Posted August 30, 2014 by Nix in Sex Scene Championship 2014 / 1 Comment

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.

You have to vote through the rafflecopter form for your vote to count. You can do this using FB or an email address … none of these are visible to anyone but me and I will not use them. 

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 Vivian Arend  vs Kacey Hammell

Execerpt One –

Illusions by Kacey Hammell ©

Kacey’s Website |  Twitter

Feeling his hands on her, his mouth taking hers, Isabella shivered. His tongue played with hers. His hands palmed her ass cheeks, bringing her hot center into contact with his jean-clad cock. She’d go over the edge in seconds if he kept it up.

Breaking free of his kiss, she craned her neck back to accommodate his exploring mouth and grasped the shoulders of his jacket, relishing for a moment in the smell of leather and hot man. Pushing the jacket off his shoulders in a hurry, her body shook at the precipice of release.

“Brady,” she breathlessly moaned. “Off…want the clothes off now. Please.”

“Bella…Christ, okay…all right.”

He moved a mere half an inch, it seemed. His torso pressed her into the bathroom door as he shook his arms, freeing himself of his jacket, and letting it fall to the floor.

Helpless to keep her hands still, Isabella ran them over his glorious chest, his abs, and made quick work of the button fly hiding his erection from her.

Dipping his head, he caught her mouth with his again, making her moan and her heart quicken.

Hands clawed at hands and the waistband of his pants, as both tried to shed his jeans in a hurry. He took a breath and looked at her, dark gray eyes smoldered. The passion and desire in his gaze made her breath hitch.

He leaned down to pull his jeans off his legs and feet and placed a barrage of kisses against her stomach. Her muscles quivered and her pussy clenched tighter, letting her know she was too close to allow him play time.

“Brady….” His name on her lips died on a moan as he took her right nipple into his warm, moist mouth, drawing it in until it was a tight bead.

Pulling his face up to hers, she breathlessly mumbled between kisses. “No time for this. I’m ready. I can’t take more. Fuck foreplay.” He moaned against her mouth. He wanted this as much as she did. “Just fuck me.”

Moving back away from her, he stared at her. His gaze unwavering. “You sure you want it now? No playing first?”

Isabella’s mind drifted to the first time they’d had sex, when his size had caused her a lot of pain from being sexually inactive for more than two years. In the couple months of being together two or three times a week, she had gotten used to his thickness and length, and always willing for more. A bit of pain at the beginning always turned to more pleasure than she thought she could bear.

Their first night together played in her mind another moment, but she banished the thoughts because of the pain Brady had been in the night he returned from New Mexico.

Focusing on him again, she reached down and grasped his cock in her hand. As she glided up and down his erection, he arched his back, forcing his hips into her hand more and more as she pumped him. A trickle of her juices slid between her thighs.

Leaning her torso forward, she licked his neck while still pumping him in her hand, eliciting a guttural moan from deep within his chest. She basked in the joy of his reactions to her.

She placed both hands on his shoulders and pulled him toward her. Chest against chest, mouth to mouth, toe to toe, she put everything she felt into their kiss, their embrace. She wanted him to know she wanted him, wanted everything he had to give. Rough, soft, hard, up against the wall. She wanted all of him.

His hands grasped her waist. He read her message clearly, and he lifted her and placed her thighs on either side of his own.

Breaking their kiss too soon for her, he pulled his head back and looked down at her body spread over his. Her shoulders against the door, lower back arched and pelvis angled over his awaiting cock, she probably looked like a wanton woman ready to fuck…hard and furiously.

“Look at yourself, Bella,” he said huskily. As he looked up at her with those intense, dark eyes, his words held her equally as captive. “Beautiful. I don’t think I’ll ever forget this image. You spread open, waiting, chest heaving. I need to be inside you. Buried to the hilt. Connected to you.”

Her body clenched at his words, desire as never before building within her. She couldn’t believe the words he had spoken. Her heart literally miss a beat, but refused to dwell on it. She wanted him. Now.

“Take me. Hur—Brady!” She screamed his name as he entered her.

The twinge of pain barely registered while her body accommodated his length and girth. Pleasure soon followed, causing her to arch her back and lift both hands, running them through his smooth mane. As he moved steadily in and out of her, she savored the feel of him pounding into her. She wanted him to lose control and let loose. It was one of the things she loved most about sex with him. When he let down the tight control he always kept in check, he was a relentless lover, never stopping until she was a pile of mush.

“Oh God, Bella.” The passion and shock in his voice made her smile. She loved his reactions to her and wouldn’t hold out too much longer. “You feel so fucking amazing. Wet, throbbing, shit….”

As he slowed the pace, she moved her hands from his head, reached up and grasped the top of the bathroom door. Palms flat against the door, fingertips curled over the jamb, she hung on for the ride of her life. Arching her back and tightening her inner muscles even more, she took control, moving her hips frantically over his.

“Dammit, Bella! Slow down. Christ…fuck!”

She would have laughed at his frustrated tone, but she didn’t want to lose her pace. She moved her hips harder and faster over him, the precipice just on the horizon.

“Don’t stop. I love riding your long, rigid cock. Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” She watched his eyes close, his neck bow, and the veins raised there showed his iron-willed control. She wanted more, dammit, and she would have it all.

“Look at me, Brady. Look at me.” When he opened his eyes, it was all she could do not to come right then. The fire in his eyes, the look of herself she could see reflected, made her more frantic to prolong the moment. She was desperate to keep riding his cock, not wanting the feeling to end.

Desperately gasping for air, he placed one hand over one of hers on the top of the door and one on the doorjamb. She could hear his hitched breaths and picked up the pace. “Watch me while you come, Brady. Come inside me, hard.”

Moving her hips faster, holding his fiery, stormy gaze with her own, Isabella pounded her pussy over his cock, taking in every moan and flare in his eyes. Her muscles clenched and his cock grew even thicker inside her. She couldn’t hold back any longer.

Excerpt Two –  

Rocky Ride – Vivian Arend ©

Vivian’s Website |  Twitter

Mitch bunched her skirt under his fingers, cursing loudly as he met nothing but bare skin. Totally bare.

“Sweet fuck, you shaved.”

“Waxed. Oh God, don’t stop.”

He’d slipped his fingers over her pussy, delving between her labia to get his fingers wet before circling her clit. “Bare pussy. Wet bare pussy. Jesus fuck, woman. You think I can just stick my cock in you, and be done?”

“Good by me,” Anna insisted. A gasp escaped as he pushed a finger deep inside. “Mitch, just do me already.”

He twirled her, his eyes blazing with lust as he pushed her shoulders against the car. “No.”

He took her lips before she could protest, kissing her like he did damn near everything. High speed, high intensity, igniting high-octane flames that lit her inside and out. His tongue licked into her mouth, his fingers cleverly undoing the elastic that had held her hair in a neat ponytail. She wrapped her arms around his neck in the hopes of keeping him close. It was no use, though, as he pulled away far too soon and put his teeth to her neck, a hand slipping between them to resume tormenting her clit with a steady rhythm.

“Don’t taunt me,” Anna begged. “I was ready for sex five minutes after you called me this morning.”

“Hmm. You’ve been hot and aching all day?”

Another round of skillfully applied pressure slid over her clit, and her hips jerked involuntarily. “Aching so hard.”

“Did you play with yourself?” he asked, easing off slightly, his thumb pulsing in an unending beat. “Did you have to hide somewhere so you could slip your fingers into your panties? Did you think about me shoving my cock deep inside you again and again until you scream?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

Mitch pulled back, and she whimpered in protest. She reached for him, but he shook his head, that evil grin back in place as he eased away far enough he could leer at her. “Show me,” he demanded.

There was no ignoring the command, and hell if she wanted to. At this point, if he wasn’t going to deal with her…

He dropped to his knees so that as she slid her fingers down to touch herself, his head was only inches away. She stroked lightly to keep from bursting into flames in less than three seconds.

“Give me your hand,” Mitch ordered.

She held it out, and he caught her wrist, licking her fingers one at a time. The rough contrast of his tongue over the pads of her fingers teased her senses. He moved her hand, and she shook, leaning harder on the car to stop from melting to the ground as he used her own wet fingers to play with her clit. Slipping between her folds and stroking her to a feverish pitch.

“Mitch, please.” Begging came all too easy at this point. “Give me your cock.”

“Come first. Come on my tongue.” He put his lips to her pussy, driving his tongue deep, fucking her with it as he worked her fingers over her clit again and again.

A long, low cry flowed from her lips, trembling in the air like the nearby leaves as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. Hips bucking forward, aching for something to hold, her pussy contracted and she called out his name.

He was on his feet, zipper down, cock in hand. She stared through sex-hazed eyes at the momentary glint as the ball bearings adorning his cock head shone in the sunlight. He hitched her thigh over his hip, her skirt bunched around her waist.

“Hold on, this is going to be a wild ride,” Mitch promised.

He put the head of his cock to her pussy and thrust upward. One motion, another. It took three drives for him to work all the way in, her climax still rippling around him.

Then the fucking began in earnest.


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