Sex Scene Championship Part 2 Round 13 : Eden Bradley (@EdenBradley ) Vs Amber A. Bardan ( @amberabardan)

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So for our next round we have Eden Bradley and Amber A. Bardan

Execerpt One –

Eden Bradley –  Dangerously Inked©

He stood and pulled her body close to his, his face going into her hair. He held her tight enough that she could feel the hard bulge beneath his jeans—wanted it. Needed it. Desperate.

“Finn…”

“Yeah, I feel it. I feel your heart beating between those perfect breasts of yours. The heat coming off you.” He wrapped his big hands around her hips and yanked her in tight against him. “Do you feel how I need you, girl?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

He slid a hand over her thigh, then dipped down between them, his fingers slipping under the edge of her thong and into her wet heat.

“Oh!”

“Christ, girl…you’re so damn wet. Ready. Are you ready?” He pressed another finger inside her and she clenched around him. “Oh, yes you are. But are you ready? Now?”

“Get your hand out of my pussy so I can think…” she muttered.

He chuckled, slid his fingers out and used them to tease her hard clit.

She moaned.

“Is this better? Answer me quick or I might have to fuck you right here.”

“Mmm…yes, better.”

He laughed. “Tell me what that means, Roison.”

“It means if you don’t take me into one of the back rooms and fuck me I might come right now.”

He nuzzled her cheek with his. “Oh, I do like you, Roisin.”

“Then fuck me, Sir. Come on.”

He hoisted her over his shoulder like some caveman, and her body went hot and soft all over as he carried through the room. Her hair was in her face, but it didn’t matter. She knew where he was taking her.

When they reached one of the private alcoves he set her down on the high, padded table and pressed down on the space between her breasts hard enough that she knew to stay there, on her back.

Watching him get undressed with desire already simmering at a fever pitch in her system was an erotic experience in itself.

The vest came off first, revealing more muscle, every taut slope and hard surface beautiful to behold. He kicked his way out of his boots and his jeans came next—and she almost cooed in pleasure when she saw he went commando underneath. Then she did gasp softly at the sight of his cock.

Oh, Jesus, save me.

It was huge. Steel-hard and as beautiful as every other muscle in his god-like body. The skin was a pale gold, the head a bit darker, swollen and succulent. He had two large, craggy scars down his left thigh surrounded by heavy tribal tattoo work, another scar over his hip on the same side. She wanted to reach out and smooth her hands over those hurting places. Yet they only made him more impossibly masculine. She wanted to reach out and take that beautiful cock in her mouth just as much, to see if she could manage to swallow it.

“Don’t move, Roison,” he commanded, his jaw tight.

She licked her lips. Her sex clenched. All she could do was lay back and open her thighs.

“Christ, what you do to me, girl.”

He yanked her thong off in a flash and bent between her thighs.

Yes, thank you…please…

He kissed her swollen pussy lips over and over, soft kisses that led to nibbling bites. Desire built inside her, ready to explode at any moment. She had to bite it back, not wanting to come too soon. But when he laid the flat of his tongue on her needy clit and thrust two fingers inside her, she couldn’t help it—she came in a torrent of cries and pleasure, flooding his hand and his mouth. He kept working her as her body spasmed, his fingers curving to hit her G-spot, his mouth sucking at her clit. She came again in mere seconds, pleasure crashing over her like an ocean wave while she panted and groaned.

“Ah, God, Finn…”

“Again,” he ordered.

She wasn’t sure she could…until he forced her thighs wider apart and began to fuck her hard with his fingers while he flicked his tongue at her clitoris—hard, relentless, plunging into her over and over. Pleasure built once more, spiraled even higher for having come twice already.

“Now,” he ordered. And it was that one word that set her off. She came again, her climax ripping into her, making her writhe, pleasure so intense she couldn’t even cry out.

Before she was done he was on her.

“Now,” he said again, his tone rough with need.

She felt the enormous head of his sheathed cock at her opening, and she let her legs fall wide to accommodate him.

“Yes…need you, Finn. Now.”

He raised himself up on his arms, paused while his sparking, blue gaze searched hers. He almost looked as if he were in pain, his expression was so torn with desire, his gaze burning hot.

“Going to fuck you through the wall now, girl,” he told her, demanding that she take it with his tone.

“Yes, Sir.”

He held her arms over her head with one strong hand and slung his hips, burying his cock inside her.

Copyright 2013, Eden Bradley

“No, baby, no coming yet. You got to earn that.”

His words were husky, almost as raw as she felt. He withdrew from her slowly. She cried out and tried to grasp his arm. He moved out of reach.

She sagged against the sofa, fighting the urge to sob with need. Sweat gathered at her hairline.

Then he did the one thing that could distract her from her own body.

He revealed the rest of his.

Connor removed his pants, kicked the pile of black fabric across the floor. Her labored breathing stilled and she snapped up straight. His hands rested by his sides. Next to…the hottest cock she’d ever seen.

“Kneel,” he instructed.

The only word he needed to say and she was on her knees in front of him. Reaching for that smooth pink cock.

He grasped the back of her hair, halting her. “No, baby, you get what I give you.” He gripped the base of his cock—so freaking perfect in its symmetry it should be patented. Thick shaft—thick enough it might just push the boundaries of comfort—and swollen pink head. His cock called to her, made her want to take it into her body any way she could.

“Mouth open.”

She opened her lips and looked up at him. Dark blue veins corded their way up his arms. His jaw ticked. He couldn’t hide his arousal any more than he could hide the strength of his erection. He wanted her. She made him this way.

His gaze locked on hers. “You’ll need to do better if you want me to feed you this cock.”

She opened wider, stretched her tongue out. He groaned and guided the mushroomed head of his cock into her mouth. The silky skin of his crown slid across her tongue. The earthy taste of him made her tremble. He filled her mouth, made her stretch her jaw as he pushed deeper. He overwhelmed her. Hard flesh in her mouth, his taste, his scent—the intimate, musky scent of a man.

She wrapped her lips around him and sucked hard. The grip in her hair became a caress but he maintained control with his cock. Forced a little more of himself on her each time then took it away—only to give more—more cock, more of his salty skin and the distinct smell of him that enslaved her.

Her hands roamed to his thighs, touching, stroking, kneading her way closer to the hand he still used to hold himself. She wanted to be the one to hold him—to devour him—to make him feel. His fingers massaged her scalp.

“That’s it, baby, suck me.”

His heavy sac brushed her hand and she moved to it, cupping and measuring its weight in her palm. He groaned and thrust into her mouth, far enough to challenge her gag reflex. But she took him in, didn’t gag, forced her muscles to comply, take whatever he chose to give her. He grasped her hand and let it replace the one he’d used to hold his shaft, let her fingers curl around his girth then covered her hand with his. She stroked him with her fist while taking him with her mouth.

Her fingers only held half of him. She squeezed her thighs and rocked her hips, her body responding to the idea of this great big thing inside her. It made sense he’d be big. No man strutted like he did without having the goods to back it up. And he had them, had enough to justify his arrogance and then some.

She gasped when his cock left her lips, let air fill her lungs before she took him back in and pumped him firmly with her hand. Her chest burned, her jaw strained. Wanting him was an ache upon an ache. Like being addicted to something that hurts a little—worth the sting for the rush it delivers. That’s what Connor’s cock was like.

His thigh stiffened under her free hand and he withdrew from her mouth completely. She arched her neck and opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out as far as it would go for more.

“Look at you.” Connor tugged on her hair and butted the tip of his dick against her tongue but didn’t feed it to her like she wanted. “Do you have any clue how fucking stunning you are?” He groaned and released her then tugged her up by the arm. “Shirt off now.”