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 Amanda Usen and Shari Slade & Amber Lin
Execerpt One –
Amanda Usen – Seducing the Playboy©
He slipped his hand between her legs, keeping her covered by the robe, groaning when he discovered she wasn’t wearing panties. She was silken to his touch, warm and welcoming. He took his time, learning her body again, and feeling himself stir. Women were infinitely superior to men when it came to the recovery period. He planned to exploit hers until she begged him to stop. Her hips bucked impatiently, and he chuckled, slowing the glide of his fingers through her folds.
“Patience, Goldilocks. All in good time.”
“I’d be having a better time if you—”
“My timetable,” he reminded, silencing her with a kiss.
Her eyes narrowed to glowing slits, then she smiled sweetly. She opened her mouth and yawned, then rolled over, dislodging his hand. She curled up with her back to
him and began to fake snore.
“Brat.” He smacked her ass, so tempting beneath his thin robe. She squealed, so he did it again. “I notice you’re not complaining. I like a woman with a kinky streak.”
He sat up and grabbed her thighs, hauling her over his lap. Her torso was supported on the lounger, and her legs dangled over the side.
“I swear nobody’s looking.” He yanked her robe up, exposing her ass. His blows had left a slight pink spot, and he traced it with his finger, feeling her shudder. “Not such a good girl, after all.”
She craned her neck to look over her shoulder, a sultry smile on her face and a challenge in her eyes. “That’s your hang-up, not mine.”
He braced his forearm on her lower back and gave her ass a teasing pat. “Most people wouldn’t mouth off in your position.”
She snored again.
“You asked for it.” He began to rain light blows on her lush ass, grinning when her thighs parted. She shifted, no doubt to make sure he knew she was aware of his erection.
He swatted her harder, pleased when she yelped. “Too hard, too soft—there’s a Three Bears joke in here somewhere.”
He slipped his fingers between her thighs, finding her soaking wet. “Ah…just right.”
Her giggle turned into a low moan and she held perfectly still, although he doubted she’d learned her lesson. At least, he hoped she hadn’t. However, the time for teasing was gone. He circled her clit. Her thighs tensed. He flicked his middle finger back and forth, gathered moisture from her opening. She whimpered and arched her back, giving him better access. He focused on her clit, rolling it between two fingers and using his thumb as a backboard.
She broke with a soft scream, pumping her hips, and he slid his thumb inside her, applying pressure to her G-spot as she rode his hand. When her only movement was the
occasional spasm, he gently rolled her onto the lounger. She offered no resistance, landing on her back, splayed out, with the robe askew, exposing more of her body than it covered.
“Definitely just right,” she gasped with breathless laughter.
He bent to lift her in his arms. “There are some things I won’t do on the porch.”
“After that performance, I’m not sure I believe you.”
He carried her into his bedroom and laid her on the bed.
She wriggled out of his robe while he opened the drawer to get a condom. One by one he pulled items out of the drawer.
Jenna’s eyes shot wide. “What on earth?”
“James is a funny guy,” he said dryly, tossing a cock ring onto the bedside table. His staying power was fine, thank you very much.
She giggled and sat up, casting a glance over the toys. “Some of those things have possibilities, but I’ve got what I want right here.” Her hand closed over him.
She guided him to stand in front of her. Her hand moved up and down in a lazy caress, thumb gliding across the head of his cock. She bent her head and took him in her
mouth. He groaned as a shudder shook him from the soles of his feet to his scalp, every synapse firing at once when he felt the warmth of her mouth, the firm pressure of her
lips, and the teasing strokes of her tongue. He gathered her hair in his hand, holding it on top of her head so he could watch her work him, suddenly appreciating the advantage
of a cock ring. He was going to blow, the sensation and the view a powerful combination that shot straight to his balls, currently cupped in her palm.
He saw red, then white as his climax barreled toward him. He reached down to squeeze the base of his cock, hard. “If you keep doing that, we won’t need a condom.”
She looked torn, so he made the decision, donning a rubber and flopping onto his back on the bed. She climbed on top of him.
“Are you a breast man?” she asked, sliding down with taunting slowness before she rose up onto her knees again.
He gasped as he slipped out of her body.
“Or an ass man?” She reversed her position and took him into her body again, this time facing his knees.
“I’m a yes man.”
Excerpt Two –
Three Nights with a Rock Star by Amber Lin & Shari Slade ©
Author’s Website | Amber’s Twitter| Shari’s Twitter
Lock gathered her hair in his hand and pushed her against the window wall in his suite, forcing her legs apart with his knee. No one could see in, but the illusion was fucking hot. Her breasts smashed, palms flat, breath fogging the glass. His little church mouse on display. The city, all lights and pulsing energy, spread out before them. He never got to see the cities he toured, not up close, just the vistas from his rooms and the blur from a window seat on the jet. He didn’t mind so much when he had a hot body between him and the view.
“Do you want me to fuck you like this, from behind, while the whole world watches?” He wanted to bury himself in all her softness. And he wanted it to hurt. Her or himself, he wasn’t sure.
Her only answer was the expanding cloud of condensation as she panted. And then she rocked back. The slightest shift, but just enough friction, in just the right place. He ground against her naked ass, his cock throbbing in his jeans.
She turned her head, pressing her flushed cheek to the window, and he couldn’t resist running his open mouth up the column of her neck, chasing that frantic pulse, biting the lobe of her ear until she cried out, “Nobody can see.”
“Shhhh. Everybody is watching. Let’s give them a show.” He skimmed over her rib cage, her belly, and lower, until he could feel damp heat. She wasn’t wet enough for what he had in mind. Not yet. He wanted to fuck her so hard she’d be bruised. Marked. Damaged. He circled her clit with his thumb, savoring every buck and twitch, and plunged one finger deep. The slick walls of her cunt clenched tight as he drew back. Almost ready.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned.
“I’m running things.” He bit the sweet spot where shoulder met neck in admonishment, and reached for his belt buckle. Impatient, he yanked off the belt, pulled the condom from his pocket and shucked his pants. All the while keeping one hand tangled in her hair. Holding her in place.
He considered having her put it on him with her mouth, but she probably didn’t have that skill set. Though it might be fun to watch her try, to teach her, to corrupt her.
Sheathed, he positioned himself at her opening, rubbed the head of his cock over her slick folds, and then he thrust. One fluid movement and he was balls-deep in hot, honeyed heaven. Every drop of blood in his body raged toward his hard-on. Fuck. He drew back and thrust again. And again.
God, she felt good, arching to meet him. He gripped her hip so tight his knuckles went white, pulling her back against him as hard as he thrust. He released her hair so he could grab her other hip, get more leverage, and she gasped. How tight had he pulled it?
He wanted to break her, but all she did was bend and bend.
Chicago’s jagged skyline sprawled in front of Hailey, carving her, scraping her until she felt raw and bloodied. Even the thick-paned window pushed her, hurt her, but in a world of cold apathy, the man behind her pulsed hot and…almost caring. Almost loving, the way he stroked her body, worshiped it.
She was reading too much into it; she knew that. The rock star, the player. He could have every woman in the city and already had, maybe.
She was just the novelty item, a punch line he could use back in Vegas. I fucked a preschool teacher once. But her body didn’t get the joke. Her body was too busy melting in pools of lava at his feet, and what would be left at the end? The volcano didn’t care. It burst right down the middle and spilled itself until nothing was left.
The flesh at her sex was oversensitive, abraded despite the liquid pooling there, readying herself, and he knew. His fingers were achingly gentle as they caressed slippery lips. He raised his hand to her mouth, and she opened automatically, her mouth more obedient than her mind. Sandpaper fingers smoothed across her tongue, leaving the musky scent of her own shame in their wake.
Her moan couldn’t breach the rushing in her ears, but she felt the sound vibrate in her throat. Felt an answering groan rumble from behind her. Unhearing, unthinking, like animals let loose in the penthouse. Wild things, she thought with a voiceless laugh.
A pinch started at the base of her neck, where it met her shoulder. He was biting her. With his teeth. She gasped. The pain radiated out to her breasts, down her belly, spearing her sex.
“Oh shit.” And that she could hear clearly―her voice. Her curse.
“Yes. That’s right, baby. Let me have it. I knew you were in there in your fucking cardigan. Fuck.”
She bucked, moving her hips, rocking heedlessly, uselessly against the unyielding window. Only his body gave, the ridge of arousal twitching and the sleek muscles undulating and the kind man gasping. Strange thought. He wasn’t kind. Except when he bit her neck and pinched her nipple and her body clenched in helpless surrender, she felt his gift like a benediction.
She fell, through the window and down the rabbit hole. Lost to darkness except for his arms around her, one on her waist and the other teasing the dregs of orgasm from her clit. She shuddered in relief.
Still here. Only three days with him, but she was still here.
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