Sex Scene Championship Quarter Final 4 : Eden Bradley (@EdenBradley) vs Kimber Vale ( @KimberVale)

Posted September 8, 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.

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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.

Remember, these rounds are only up for voting for 24 hours!!

Execerpt One –

Eden Bradley –  Dangerously Inked©

Eden’s  Website | Twitter

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.


“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.


“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


Execerpt Two –

Kimber Vale –  Hard Act to Follow ©

Kimber’s  Website | Twitter

“Leave ’em on.” Reaching around the back, Greg yanked the thong to the side, scooted forward, and lined Kyrie’s hole up with his dick.

Kyrie hadn’t gotten a chance to warm up, but managed to expel a deep breath and bear down as Greg impaled him in one swift motion. He grunted, grabbed Greg’s face between both hands, and planted his ass against his jean-covered legs. “Slow for a sec.”

Their mouths meshed, open and wet, as Kyrie began to raise and lower himself on Greg’s cock. He willed his muscles to relax until the burn became a pulsing need behind his balls. Greg’s zipper rasped against the back of Kyrie’s thigh, but the quick stab only reminded him that Greg was fucking him completely clothed but for his pecker pulled out of his fly. Something about it was deliciously dirty, matching the way his outfit made him feel. “Yeah. Now fuck me hard.” Holding his body up so Greg could pound into him, Kyrie leaned back and grabbed his heels, partly because he could, and partly because it felt like letting go. Greg’s hands, rock steady, held his hips. Closing his eyes, it was as if Kyrie was free falling while every second down added pleasure on top of pleasure. Building and burning, spinning him into oblivion. Greg’s cockhead hammered his gland perfectly at this angle. It dominated every nerve in his body until he could barely breathe.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” Greg panted, pumping hard.

The liquid hot friction consumed Kyrie, beating a pulse in his bound dick. Electric shocks of need, hungry and insistent, pierced through him each time Greg seemed to kiss his very core. Greg anchored him with one hand and cupped Kyrie’s cock with the other, tugging roughly over the silk in time with his thrusts, tempting him over the crest.

“So good, so good.” Kyrie gasped as Greg took him unbelievable higher. “Wanna come so hard, Greg. Oh. Fuck…”

Greg froze for a heartbeat. Kyrie opened his eyes and then Greg was hauling him up, flipping him face down on the couch. Within seconds Greg’s naked chest covered his back as his lips pulled the skin behind Kyrie’s ear, plucked at his neck while warm breath called out goose bumps over every inch of Kyrie’s body. Hands skimmed up and down Kyrie’s flank, over his back and down to his cheeks. Kyrie wriggled against him, offered his ass up to the hard nudge of cock behind him. Greg had kicked his pants off, apparently, because furry thighs tickled Kyrie’s legs and ass.

And then Greg pulled the thong out of the way and sank back into him. As one, they let out a sigh. Like a conductor orchestrating a piece from one of the masters, Greg built it up slowly, sensuously, stroking him from inside and out with tender skill. He enveloped Kyrie with his body, wrapped him in warm skin, linked one of their hands together as his other skimmed down Kyrie’s belly and found his silk-covered cock once again.

“Oh, God.” Kyrie groaned, his teeth clamping on his own shaking arm. “Oh, God,” he repeated. He was reduced to a puddle of tremors and firing synapses, each movement Greg made behind him sending a wash of shivers cascading down his body.

“Fuck, Kyr,” Greg whispered behind him, tugging on his dick in time with his moving hips.

Kyrie couldn’t even speak anymore. A guttural moan tore from him as tears filled his eyes.

“Do it. Squeeze me with that ass. Come on.”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Kyrie managed to pant the words in time with Greg’s humping. He couldn’t stop shaking; he was so close to letting go. So fucking close. Still he bit his lower lip hard, pushing it off for just one more thrust, and then just one more, loving the edge and wishing he could ride it forever.

“All mine. Give it to me ’cause it’s all mine.” Greg stroked into him deeply, rolling his hips against Kyrie’s backside and reaching under his balls all at once. Kyrie lost his tenuous grip on control. All yours, Greg.

His eyes rolled back in his head under closed lids as the orgasm racked his body. He shot in time with Greg’s pulsing movement, stream after stream controlled by Greg alone until he thought his balls might turn inside out and the silk pouch of his fancy underwear was heavy and wet against his spent dick.

“That’s right.” Greg grunted as he slid home once, twice, and then a final time before his body dissolved in jerks and quivers against Kyrie’s back.


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