Sex Scene Championship Part Two Round One – Samantha Ann King ( @SamanthaAnnKing) vs Cris Anson

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.

These are our second set of voting rounds and we are kicking it off with Samantha Ann King taking on Cris Anson. Take it away ladies!!

Execerpt One –

Tempting Meredith by Samntha Ann King

She unbuckled his thick leather belt. “Patience. You’re more patient than I am.”

She unbuttoned and unzipped his fly. She was about to find out how impatient he was. She parted the denim, and his cock sprang free. Relieved of the suffocating restraint of his jeans, it jutted toward her. He held his breath, resisting the almost overwhelming urge to beg her to touch him. But goddamn, he wanted her hands wrapped around him.

She smiled and licked her lips then leaned over and dragged her breasts over his groin, his stomach, his chest, before arching her back and thrusting them proudly. He didn’t move, but it was killing him. A small groan escaped that he was afraid sounded like one of the dogs whining for attention.

Her hands disappeared behind her, and in seconds her bra gaped and slid down her arms. Everything in him wanted to slide his hands up from her waist and fill his palms with those silky globes. Instead, he tightened his grip on her waist and watched the leafy shadows play where he wanted. She leaned over the side of the ATV. Her breasts jiggled and then he heard a clunk and seconds later another clunk. Her shoes, maybe. He didn’t care.

A breeze hardened her small rosy nipples, and his mouth watered. He swallowed so he didn’t choke.

She stood, dislodging his hands, and her fingers hovered over the button of her jeans. Not in indecision. No, she was teasing him, and his cock jerked in response. She took her time with the button. She unzipped her fly even slower—tooth by tooth. He couldn’t think clearly enough to count, but there must have been a thousand.

When the tab stopped at the bottom, she swung a leg over the seat and stood on the footrest, her back to him. She gifted him with a sultry, over-the-shoulder smile before hooking her thumbs in the waist of the jeans and nudging it past the lush curves of her ass. He fisted his hands, flexed them and then grabbed the cushioned edge of the seat, trying to ground himself. She kicked the denim off then straddled him again. She lowered herself until her damp panties and her hot pussy enfolded his cock. He felt like a teenager with his first girly magazine. Ready to spill. He focused on the dandelion tat—the stem, the seed head, the cottony seeds tumbling across her belly. Anything to keep from embarrassing himself.

She swirled her hips, and he couldn’t stand it any longer. He thrust against her, grinding, not caring that her panties separated them. The tips of her breasts grazed his chest, and her whisper tickled his ear. “You can touch now.”

His heart jumped, and his stomach did joyous flip-flops. Fuck. Where to start? He cupped her breasts in both hands. Her skin was silky and hot, and he relished their weight and shape and smoothness.

She closed her eyes, arched her spine and threw back her head. Her expression was blissful. Her heartbeat fluttered against his palm. He guided one nipple to his mouth, sucking the honeyed tip while rolling the other between his fingers.

She moaned and rubbed her pussy along his length. She slipped her hand between them, and he thought her goal was his cock. Instead, she gathered the crotch of her panties to the side and then pulsed her hips so her slick, hot sex glided up and down. He wanted to bury himself in her. He grabbed her hips, prepared to do just that until he remembered.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I don’t have a condom.”

“Tsk, tsk,” she said, her voice lighter than the situation warranted. “I thought you country boys were always prepared.”

Adam rolled onto his back, pulling Mercy with him. Exactly where she wanted to be. On top of him. She let gravity tug her thighs down to the sides of his hips, jockeyed her own hips a bit for the joint aim of a snugger fit of their bodies and a little tease of cock-rubbing. She kissed and kissed and kissed him and gloried in the feel of his cock rising hard and hot between their bellies.

“Enough,” he said hoarsely, reaching for her hips. “Sit on it. Ride me.”

“Yes. Like riding a horse.” She arranged herself on her knees to straddle him and adjusted herself so his cock was aimed directly at her slit. Slowly she eased herself onto his girth. When she was fully seated, she began to rock back and forth then up and down with no discernible pattern, clenching her inner muscles to squeeze more sensation from the motion.

She rode him for endless moments, rising and falling the way an experienced rider sits a cantering horse, her legs bent, thighs clutching at his hips, knees pushed against the cotton bedding. His wiry pubic hair rubbed against her clit, stimulating the juices to flow copiously down her thighs. Beads of sweat peppered his forehead. Perspiration shimmered over her skin. He grasped her hips with strong fingers and slammed her harder against him with her every downward movement.

On an incoherent groan, she tumbled forward, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as her mouth captured his tongue and sucked it hard. Flesh slapped against wet flesh. He bucked as though he were an angry bull and she hung on, lost in the past and present. Lost in Adam.

Suddenly the mattress dipped and Mercy felt another pair of hands on her hips. Seth. She slowed her frantic movements, paused to gasp a deep breath. “Seth.”

“Easy now. We’ll have to take this slow, since you haven’t done it this way before.”

“Dammit, Maddox, I was on the verge of coming.”

Mercy silenced Adam’s outburst with a quick kiss. “And it’ll be even better this way. You’ll see.” Bending her head again, she gave Adam a soul-deep kiss, all mouth and tongue and love. She consciously relaxed the muscles surrounding her anus when she felt Seth’s fingers apply a thick blob of cool gel to the area.

“You’re still so slick there, sweetheart, but I’m not taking any chances.”

She lifted her ass a bit, offering herself to Seth while tightening her Kegel muscles to keep Adam’s cock deep within her. She tensed on feeling the thick head of Seth’s cock pushing at her roseate opening. Then she let her mind drift to the exquisite feeling she’d experienced with the butt plug. The head passed through the ring of muscle and the rest of his thick cock slid slowly into her ass, making her shiver.

“You okay with that, Mercy?”

“I’m fine. More than fine. You feel good.”

“Let me know when you’re ready to move.”

She did, nonverbally, by tilting her hips forward first, wanting to encourage Adam in front of her. Seth began to move a second later and soon the men found a rhythm, thrusting and retreating, carefully at first, then with more vigor. Yet she felt the regard with which they both moved, felt their caresses and kisses, Seth making sharp little nips on her back, on her shoulder blades, Adam reaching out to suck first one nipple then the other into his hot mouth.

With each thrust, sensation followed sensation like killer waves lashing the shore in a hurricane and she was tossed and bombarded with their love, swirled into eddies of mounting lust.

She could no longer think, only feel. The rasp of hair from each man’s thighs on hers, the slide of sweat-slick chests on her breasts and back, Seth’s balls slapping her slit. The feel of two cocks pounding into her, nudging each other inside her. The sounds of heavy breathing in her ears becoming choppy and rasping. Adam’s mouth, sucking her tongue, their teeth clashing and scraping with their passion. Seth’s death grip on her hips, hard enough she’d probably have bruises, but who cared? As long as this need, this itch, was being satisfied, this obsession nurtured, she would hang on for the ride of her life.