Sex Scene Championship Round 11 : Cari Quinn/Taryn Elliott Vs Missy Jane

Posted August 11, 2013 by Nix in Uncategorized / 3 Comments

Excerpt One 
Cari Quinn and Taryn Elliott: Seduced
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Nick knelt between Jazz’s spread legs. His mouth was actually watering. But he didn’t move. Not yet.

Jazz wet her lips and relaxed against Gray, wriggling a little from what Nick knew was the very hard cock wedged against her back. Gray’s fingers wandered higher, drawing circles over her inner legs, sliding up to the tops of her thighs. Inching closer to the juncture between.

Jazz squirmed as if she couldn’t stay still as Gray’s thumb darted between the lips of her pussy, almost shyly. Did Gray expect her to refuse him? Couldn’t he see how she was jiggling back and forth, her skin prettily flushed and already damp with sweat?

All of her was damp. Nick fisted his throbbing cock. Seriously frigging damp.

Gray’s long fingers met up with the piercing that caged her clit and his hand stilled. He grabbed her chin with his other hand, making her look at him. “What the hell is that?” he growled against her lips.

She whimpered some unintelligible response before slanting her mouth over his. At the same time, Gray slid his fingers inside her. Even muffled by their kiss, Gray’s long, ragged groan echoed in Nick’s head.

This wasn’t just a good fuck to Gray. This was a dream coming true.

And he was about to break it wide open.

Nick edged forward. He had no intention of coming on his own stomach, and if he didn’t do something fast, he was going to. He leaned in and captured one of her nipples between his teeth, pulling hard while he twisted the other. She writhed between them, Gray’s fingers dancing over her with a skill he hadn’t only learned on his instrument. While he’d been expecting Jazz to save herself, he’d obviously been screwing his share of chicks.

Nick switched his attention to Jazz’s other breast, licking the swollen tip while he looked down at the action way too close to his cock. Gray’s fingers pressing in and out, wet from her. So wet, all the way up to his knuckles.

“Christ.” Nick contented himself with her breast, sucking hard while he covered her clit and piercing with his thumb. Gray made room for him, spreading his arms so that one finger from each hand pistoned into her, cramming into that tight little slit until each movement sounded slick from her arousal.

Nick nearly groaned and counted to ten in his head to try to distract himself. Man, he was so close. Evidently so was she. Two, maybe three strokes of Nick’s thumb and Jazz exploded between them, twisting back and forth without shame. God. Nick bit down harder on her nipple than he’d meant to but she only cried out again.

Such a sexy thing she was. All pent-up and ready to go. And so was he.

Instead of Gray demanding a condom—as Nick would’ve in his place—he reached down and grabbed the backs of her thighs, lifting her up to Nick. Putting her pussy so damn close to Nick’s face that he would’ve been a moron to say no.

Lowering his head, Nick made eye contact with her an instant before his tongue trailed over her soaked flesh. She reached back to fist her hands in Gray’s messy hair, locking him in place so he had no choice but to watch as Nick covered her with his mouth.

Excerpt Two 
Missy Jane : Educating Macey

My full concentration was on the nipple in his grip until he slid his other hand lower. As if he had all the time in the world he inched his fingers through my hair, over my swollen mons and into the depths of my moisture. I cried out in relief and exasperation as he quenched one ache and woke another. Lifting my head, my gaze caught his in the mirror. Sweat beaded on his forehead and his hazel eyes glowed intensely. The look of concentration on his face would’ve been funny if I wasn’t so aroused I could barely think. He kept his gaze locked on mine and started rubbing one calloused finger directly over my clit. My knees buckled and his grip tightened.

“I’ve got you, baby. I’m not letting go anytime soon.”

My mind barely grasped the double meaning of his words, but I was too close to climax to form a coherent response. I nodded slowly and let my head fall back against his shoulder. He started sucking on my neck just as he inserted a finger into my pussy and I shot off like a rocket.


I shouted my release as I came, trembling in his arms. He thrust his fingers in and out, milking my orgasm for all it was worth, while gently kneading my breast with his other hand. The bulge of his erection pressed against my ass, his jeans rubbing roughly against my sensitized skin. I pushed back and he chuckled.

“Ready for me, baby? I need to be inside you.”

I leaned forward, bracing my palms against the mirrored door. His zipper was a loud hiss that brought goose bumps to my arms. I thrust my ass back the moment I felt the brush of his flesh.

“Whoa, hang on, baby. Give me a second.”

He was panting and the evidence of his slipping control gave me courage. I wanted to make him as crazy as he made me. The rustle of foil told me he was covered. I reached back and found his thick cock with ease. He groaned as I gently squeezed the head and pulled him toward me.

“Now, Max. Now.”

He pushed on my lower back to bend me forward with one hand as he used the other to grip my hip. I rubbed the head of his cock against my slick flesh and eased him inside.

“Oh, yesss.”

As soon as he was seated deep I placed both palms flat on the mirror and braced myself. His first few thrusts were slow and easy as he teased us both. I mumbled encouragement in what may have been a foreign language even though I’m not bilingual. It was just so damn good I’d lost all reason. His thrusts quickened and I became fascinated with the reflection of my swaying breasts. He leaned into me, pushing me flat against the mirror. The cool surface rubbed against my nipples and I cried out in pleasure.

“Almost there. Fuck…I’m almost there, baby.”

I pushed back against his thrusts and he sped up. He gripped my hips with both hands, his jean-covered thighs hitting the backs of my legs.

“Fuck me, Max. Fuck me!”

He groaned long and loud and came with one last hard thrust.

“Are mine now.”

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