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.
Next up, is Regina Kammer vs Leela Lou Dahlin… good luck ladies!!!
Execerpt One –
The Pleasure Device – Regina Kammer ©
He said nothing as he came toward her, tearing off his jacket and loosening his tie.
Oh God. What debauchery did Julius introduce you to?
Nicholas pulled her up to standing, took the Post still in her hand, folded it and placed it neatly on the table. One hand cradled the back of her head while the other arm snaked around her waist. Her insides fluttered as they always did when he took control.
She looked up beseechingly. “Nicky? Darling?”
His mouth crushed down on hers, their tongues tangling before he plundered her depths even further. She steadied herself against him, gripping his shoulders, her body weakening under his demanding desire.
He came up for air, panting as if exhausted. “I need you,” he murmured. “But…but I need to pleasure you first.” He seemed uncharacteristically abashed, perhaps even a little ashamed.
“Yes, of course.” What else was she to say to that?
He drew her to the sofa, laying her back against the pillows, then pushed up her skirts. His hand reached inside the split in her drawers, tickling her delicate flesh. The earnestness on his face contrasted with the gentleness of his touch.
“You’re wet,” he said as if he hadn’t expected her to be. He eased her legs open, licking his lips as if she were a treat before him, then bent over and began his ravishment.
He was a man possessed.
Lavinia closed her eyes to concentrate on the momentary well-aimed flicks of his frenzied tongue, his lack of focus confusing her senses. She moaned her appreciation, smoothing his hair in encouragement, soothing him until he slowed his pace. His fingers dallied deliciously in her folds to uncover her clitoris before he sucked the pearl into his mouth, the tip of his tongue frantically stroking the sensitive spot, his pointed attentiveness sending her into spasms of vexatious ecstasy. As her body writhed against him, he followed her every move, digging his nails painfully into her butt cheeks, not wanting to let her go.
She cried out his name, grabbing handfuls of his curls as she thrust her crotch against his mouth, his smug chuckle vibrating against her as he feasted. He was relentless, he was determined. She felt the buildup, the coiling of energy deep in her belly, the tingling in her toes, the anticipation hovering in the air, waiting…
He sucked harder, his tongue tormenting and teasing until she—
“Oh God! Nicky!”
Lavinia opened her eyes and tried to calm her shallow breaths. She had never spent so hard. He had never pleasured her with so much enthusiasm.
But he wasn’t finished yet.
With one hand he pulled her from the couch, urged her across the room and thrust her against the door, all while his other hand worked his buttons to free his cock. He was rampant, the prepuce already cowled below the glistening purple head. He bunched up her skirts and impaled her with a satisfied groan.
His movements were slow and even at first. Her body, sated and weak, found new resolve with the changed erotic assault. She clenched his shaft, sending tingling thrills through her, then released him with a tilt of her hips demanding he repeat his invasion. His thrusts picked up with determination until he was slamming inside her, meeting every moan with a vigorous lunge, holding her tightly as her arms and legs limply clung to his taut form.
His breathing grew ragged, his rhythm changing to a syncopated beat. He was going to spend.
She wasn’t prepared.
She unwrapped her limbs and squirmed against him, her struggles eliciting startled protests. He let her go, pulling out, dejected annoyance clouding his face. She dropped to her knees and swallowed his wet, engorged cock.
Nicholas let out a curse as his hands slapped against the door for support. In mere seconds, her skillful mouth brought him to orgasm, his warm ejaculate spurting down her throat.
The sounds of his heavy breathing filled the silence of afterglow.
“Vinny,” he panted hoarsely. “Did I pleasure you?”
Excerpt Two –
Leela Lou Dahlin – A Haught Date ©
“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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