Sex Scene Championship Round 10 : Scarlet Day vs Renee Luke

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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.

So for our second round, we have Renee Luke and Scarlet Day

Execerpt One –

Renee Luke – Bad Tabby ©

The arousal seeping from my pussy joined the honeysuckle in the air, a sheen of sweat rose across my body, every pore and follicle begging for his attention and affection. My heart raced. The beat echoed in my clit.

My pulse drummed in my ears, but I could hear the foil of a condom, and then a moment later, the head of his dick kissed along my soaking lips. I trembled. Anticipation and need. I didn’t need any foreplay. I was ready and we both knew what this was about.

His hand smoothed up my back, his fingertips crept slow and erotic learning my skin. A touch to my ribs, a caress to my shoulder blade, a stroke up my spine. Then strong fingers twisted into my curls as he pulled back. There was a sting of pain, but it was fleeting compared to the feeling of him thick and hard and an inch into my pussy.

He tugged my hair again, the other hand on my ass. Large hands curving over my flesh. “Toot it up, Tabby. Give it here.”

He didn’t have to ask twice, and I knew just what he meant. Arching my back, I shifted my hips, granting that magic stick of his better access.

And he took it. One swift thrust and he was deep inside. “Awwww…” I cried out. My body shook. Yes, hard and thick made my hips ache as they were forced apart. I tried to open my legs some, to scoot my feet apart on the floor, but my leggings were around my knees forcing my legs closed.

“Damn, ma.” His tone was strained, his voice graveled.

He didn’t wait for a reply. Just started moving. Fast but long strokes, all the way out. All the way in. All the way in I felt in my gut. In my lungs. Pleasure to the tips of my toes. He ground into me, the hardness of him against my sensitive clit.

My nails bit into the material of my sofa as my body stretched in acceptance, melting in liquid heat, and trembling in pleasure.

He changed the tempo after a couple thrusts, slow now so that I could feel every inch, every swollen vein, all of his solid length. Oh damn, Isiah knew his stroke game, a slight rotation here, a shift of his hips in a circular motion and his dick caressed my inner walls.

“Aohaaww…” I moaned into the cushions when he hit a spot in my pussy I didn’t even know could feel so good. A chilled fire skimmed across my skin, but it was heat that centered deep in my body.

I tried to hold still, tried to allow my body to be used by him, to just absorb the pleasure and let him entirely lead. I tried. But I ached to rock back, to take him in fully when he was coming into me. To shimmy my hips against his when he was seated deep inside. To feel his balls brush against my clit when we ground our bodies together. I tried to hold still.

I tried.

When Isiah began to withdraw, I followed, rocking back on heels so I could move with him, so contact wouldn’t be severed. But this man, this man of muscle and power, was not having it.

“Hell nah, ma’” he said. The resonance was guttural and dark. His hands on my ass added more pressure, his long fingers curved over my ass as he held me in place. He slammed into me hard and quick. A punishment for disobeying.

He was all the way sheathed inside of my body, the thickness of his dick stretching me, his length felt like he was shifting organs in my body. My stomach was in my chest, my lungs in my throat. I could hardly breathe.

“You like that, don’t you, Tabby?” He rotated his hips.

The couch cushion heard the heightened volume of my moan. I began to shake as I lifted on my toes to make some room, to ease the fullness, to catch my breath. My inner thighs felt weak, trembling from my bent-over position and anticipation. To the build of molten tension.

He shifted again, rocking his hips into me, pressing hard against my clit. The heat spread, a wildfire of flames set loose across my body.

“Yeah, you like it.” He withdrew a few inches, then came hard into me again.

“I can tell,” he whispered as my scream subsided.

He groaned at the back of his throat, a half moan, half growl. Hell yeah, I liked it, but I wasn’t the only one. Every muscle in his body strained. I could feel the rising strain as his legs brushed against the back of my thighs.

He was playing with me, but he was torturing himself. I grinned through my cries.

Releasing the couch with one hand, I tried to reach back to touch him. To feel the movement of his body, the hardness of muscle, and the texture of his skin. But he tightened his grip in my hair and yanked it back, at the same time smacking an open palm hard onto my ass.

“Awww.” The sound mingled between a shriek and scream.

The sting of pain was momentary, but heat remained where his hand had been. Every nerve ending celebrated in emergence. His fingers crept across my body, lubricated in their movement by a mist of sweat, but I could feel where his hand had been on ass cheek as if it hadn’t moved.

Shit, he wanted to play a game of control, I’d show him how hard it was to relinquish. Lifting on my tip toes, I rocked back onto his rocked up dick just as he was beginning to withdraw. I thrust my ass back, gripping his dick tight with my pussy.

He groaned. “You are bad, Tabby, aren’t you,” he said in broken, hushed words. “Go head then, ma, ride back on this dick how you want to.”

He released my hair and smoothed down my back as he settled both hands on my hips. But this time he wasn’t hold me still. More like he was holding on.

I liked Isiah in control, but I liked his surrender even more. Especially when my impending climax was so close. A few more strokes and I’d cream all over his hard on like I’d imagined. I was wet, but a few more strokes we’d both be soaked.

Raising on my toes, I rocked back on my heels, bent my knees and allowed his dick to slide from my honeyed walls, then straightened my legs again as I rode back on his dick.

Again and again and again. A long stroke out until only his head remained sheathed inside me. Then back again until only sweat fit between us.

Isiah slid one hand over my hip, rounding my body as he smoothed across my abdomen. His hand brushed my manicured curls, then he spread my lips with deft fingers and pressed on my clit.

Every muscle seized in my body, tightening and then uncoiling in a ripple of heat. Passion crescendoed, then dissolved.

“Isiah,” I moaned, trembling wit
h climax. “Isiah.”

Both of his hands curved in front of me and he pulled me upward until I was standing, my back was pressed to his naked chest. “I’m right here, Tabby,” he whispered with a growl.

His muscles tightened. I heard his breathing pause. “Damn…” And then he was throbbing into me. His body shook.

Reaching up, I hugged his arms to me with one hand, while with the other I held firmly on the back of the couch. My chest burned as I struggled to catch my breath. Damn, maybe I still a little buzzed off Night Kitty drinks, because I could hardly think.

 

“Strip for him.” Tucker’s head jerked in Colt’s direction.

Laci turned toward Colt, her heart beating hard in her chest. She’d imagined getting naked for him, but doing it in front of Tucker heightened her senses. Her gaze locked with Colt’s and she tried to focus on him, but part of her was still keenly aware of Tucker’s stare behind her.

Laci kicked off her sandals first and then scooted them out of her way with her foot. Then she reached for the hem of her shirt. Colt’s gaze followed her hands as she lifted the shirt up, revealing her midriff. She kept watching him as she slowly raised her hands higher. His breathing grew faster when the shirt cleared her bare breasts. She momentarily lost sight of him as she raised the shirt over her head. Laci let the shirt fall to the floor, but Colt’s gaze didn’t follow it. Instead, his stare seemed to be firmly glued to her breasts, and she saw a slight tremble shake his body. She almost grinned, enjoying the effect she was having on him. Tucker had been right. Being a sub meant power.

She ratcheted up the torture he was obviously experiencing when her fingers moved to the clasp on her shorts. Colt’s tongue shot out and ran across his lips as she unzipped them. When she slid them over her hips and down her legs, she was rewarded with Colt’s sharp intake of breath. She kicked the shorts off and then stood before him, both of them almost panting with desire and anticipation. She stood bared before him and waited anxiously for Tucker’s next order.

“Good girl.” Laci’s heart swelled at Tucker’s praise. “Now suck him.”

Laci’s breath caught in her throat, and she locked gazes with Tucker, his eyes as wide with anticipation as hers must have been. She moved toward him and then dropped to her knees, her whole body tingling with pent-up desire. Her fingers fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans, but she finally got them unfastened. She’d never performed oral sex in front of an observer, and knowing Tucker watched increased the heat coursing through her veins.

As she tugged on Colt’s jeans and pulled them down over his hips, his cock sprang from the confining denim, erect and ready for her. She pushed his jeans to his knees and then ran her fingers over his exposed flesh, reveling in the contrast of the velvety softness of the skin over the hardness of his stiff cock. He sucked in a sharp breath at her touch. She grinned, knowing she would draw much more out of him soon enough.

Heat surged under her fingers as she wrapped them around his shaft. A shiny drop of fluid hung on his engorged head, and she swiped her tongue across it. Colt’s low groan sounded like a purr to her ears. The musky and salty taste of him sent a spasm through her pussy and made her want more. She pulled him into her mouth and closed her lips around his cock, her hand settling at its base.

His low groan turned to an agonized growl as she sucked and licked his swollen head, teasing it and pressing her tongue into his most sensitive spots. She tightened her fingers around him and stroked in time to the ministrations of her lips and tongue. His fingers entwined in her hair and he pushed himself further into her mouth, until she felt him at the back of her throat. She relaxed her throat and took all of him. Her free hand wrapped around his hip and grasped his ass, her fingers digging into his hard flesh.

The sound of ice cubes clattering into a glass behind her reminded her that Tucker was watching.