Sex Scene Championship Quarter Final 1 : Cris Anson vs Tessa Bailey (@mstessabailey)

Posted September 7, 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.

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.

It’s quarter final numbero uno … we are ever so close to the end! This round is ONLY open for 24hrs….

Excerpt One –  

Mercy and Redemption – Cris Anson©

Cris’s Website | Facebook

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.

Execerpt Two –

Baiting the Maid of Honor – Tessa Bailey ©

Tessa’s Website | Twitter 

“Know what I think, baby? You love making my cock hard. You’ve been living for it since that first night.” Reed leaned forward slightly, gaze riveted on her chest.  “I’ve been living for it, too. I’ve been stroking myself off to the memory of how you looked at me on that patio. Like you were a little nervous and a lot turned on. Did you go back to your seat in the fancy restaurant and cross your legs tighter than before? Were you planning on going back to your room later that night and imagining the big bad man touching your pussy?”


Julie hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt and tugged it down just enough that he could see the top of her silky teal-colored thong. The performance, her secret fantasy come to life, emboldened her. Made her want to shock him back. She flicked her hair over her shoulder and looked at him through hooded eyes. “If I had pleasured myself that night, Reed, you wouldn’t have been touching me with your hand. In my fantasy, you would have been deep, deep inside of me. Telling me what a bad thing I’d done.”

“What bad thing did you do, baby?” His voice sounded raw.

“When you showed up at the party, I might have gone to the bathroom and…hiked my skirt up a little higher for you. I knew you’d be watching me.”

“Sweet fucking hell.”

Julie let her skirt drop, leaving her in nothing but the minuscule panties. Reed’s loud groan caused any lingering self-consciousness to fade as Julie arched her back, bent her knees and ground her hips as low as she could go toward the ground. He let out a string of curses as she rose gradually, dancing erotically to the pounding beat of the music.

“Come closer, baby. Need you closer. Now, pixie.”

The desire in his voice tore at her own, sending it clamoring through her system. She needed to be closer, to touch, just as badly as he needed it. Still facing away from him, she gripped his knees and lowered her bottom onto his lap, gasping at the hardness she encountered. She switched her hips from a circular motion to a gentle front-to-back tease that allowed her to ride his length base to tip. “You like that, sugar?” she whispered, barely audible among the bass-heavy music.

“Enough teasing. Sit down all the way and work my cock with your beautiful ass. No more games.” He released a strangled growl against her neck. “I’m warning you right now, it’s going to be a rough ride. If you’re not ready for it yet, I’ll put you on your knees for a while to take my edge off.”

Julie’s heart pounded so loud, it felt like it might exit her chest. His words were pushing her past her breaking point. Words that should offend her, alarm her. Instead, she only wanted more. She wanted Reed’s brand of rough. Wanted to be the object of his lust, his reason for losing control.

When she slipped a hand underneath the waistband of her panties, his breathing grew even more labored. She found the bundle of nerves, aching for his touch, and circled her middle finger around it once. “I don’t want your edge off. I don’t want to be treated like a lady.” She tipped her head to the side, whimpering as his lips licked and sucked at her neck. “I want you to deliver on all the promises you’ve made. I want everything you’ve got.”

At once, he surged out of the chair with a growl, carrying her with him. He pushed her down over a smooth cedar bureau, bent over with her hips in the air, and yanked the panties down her legs. Julie looked at her reflection in the attached mirror, amazed at the woman staring back at her. She looked drugged, desperate, out of control. Such a departure from her usual unruffled composure. Behind her, Reed’s features were drawn together tightly as he ripped open a condom wrapper and rolled it down his thick length with jerky movements.

With one powerful drive, Reed finally entered her. The pressure was so great, so delicious, that Julie bit her lip and screamed, hands scrambling for purchase on the wood bureau top. Through partially blind eyes, she looked up at Reed’s reflection to find an expression of undiluted pleasure on his face. But it quickly transformed into a need for more, as he wrapped her hair around his fist and jerked it back.

“You will never dance like that again. You will never hike your skirt up again. Never.” He pulled out slightly, then thrust back into her hard. “Not unless it’s for me. Is that understood?”

Julie cried out. “Yes.”


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