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.
You have to vote through the rafflecopter form for your vote to count. You can do this using FB or an email address … none of these are visible to anyone but me and I will not use them.
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 Kelly Jamieson vs Jess Dee
Execerpt One –
Red Red Wine – Jess Dee ©
Andrew didn’t question her presence. He didn’t look like he had the ability to question anything. He just watched her walk past him with heavy-lidded eyes.
Tori had barely sat on his bed before he’d set the wine and glasses on the couch closest to him and freed his erection. It was long and hard and impressive, and a vein pulsed along its length.
Her mouth watered. God, he was gorgeous. In the darkness of night, she hadn’t been able to see his face, had relied only on her memories. But with the light shining down, Tori could do nothing but drink in the sight of him. His bewitching brown eyes were almost black with desire, his lips, so soft and sensual, pursed in a fierce scowl of need. And his hair, wavy and brown, was sexily mussed—by her hands.
Andrew palmed his erection, and by the looks of it, squeezed tight, his fingers turning white. “Show me,” he growled, gesturing with his free hand.
Tori, entranced by how fiercely he held himself, failed to react.
“Only fair, sweetheart. It’s your aroused pussy that got me into this condition…” He let out a hoarse moan and tugged at his cock, pulling his hand roughly along its length.
A fresh wave of desire rolled through her.
“Show. Me.” His teeth were gritted together, the muscles in his neck straining against his skin.
Tori didn’t hesitate. She shuffled backwards on the bed, drew one leg up and pulled the skirt of her dress over her hips, exposing herself to Andrew.
His appreciative moan echoed through the room, and he tugged hard on his cock again.
Tori brushed her hand over her inner thigh until she reached her pussy. She ran her finger upward and dipped it shallowly between her lips before holding it up, showing Andrew.
Moisture glistened on her finger.
Andrew groaned and collapsed onto the arm of the couch. “Pleasure yourself.”
It wasn’t a request, and a thrill of delight skittered up her spine. She ran her finger through her engorged, slick folds, sliding it from her pussy to her clit.
Andrew swallowed. “That is the…sexiest…fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” His face was red, his knuckles white.
“Your turn,” she whispered, incapable of projecting her voice any louder.
He gave a vicious shake of his head. “Gonna last all of ten seconds if I let go now.” Precome beaded on his tip.
“So you’re leaving it up to me?”
He opened his mouth to speak, then shook his head and shrugged, as if the very act was too taxing.
Tori’s core temperature shot up. Perspiration beaded on her forehead. God, she was hot. Overheating. The dress bunched around her waist annoyed her, the cotton more like thick, scratchy wool.
She drew her hand away from her pussy only long enough to pull the dress over her shoulders and tug it off, and then her hand was back and she was touching herself, almost naked before Andrew. The only item of clothing she wore was her bra.
Andrew’s expression was her undoing: the raw hunger in his gaze, the undisguised admiration in his eyes and the way his jaw dropped in appreciation.
Her inner muscles clenched, her pussy throbbed, and Tori let the sensuality of the moment take her. She ran her finger through her folds, caressing her slit, stroking her clit, sliding a digit inside her channel before stroking herself all over again.
“God… Jesus.” Andrew’s gaze was plastered to her hand, his breath coming in loud gasps.
She opened her legs wider and played to her heart’s content. She would have continued playing, teasing herself and him, had Andrew not sworn loudly.
And then his hand was moving, tugging at his erection, pumping with an urgency that made her heart race. His actions were animalistic, basic. And so carnal they roused her own hunger until playing was not enough.
She abandoned her slick folds in favor of her clit—which was almost too engorged to touch. That didn’t stop her, couldn’t stop her. As Andrew pumped his dick with savage intensity, Tori stroked herself with ever-increasing pressure, rubbing her swollen bud in tiny circles.
“Fu-uck!” Andrew’s hand flew over his dick, faster, faster, faster. “Tori…”
Excerpt Two –
Reward of Three – Kelly Jamieson ©
Chris stroked over Dag’s abs, down to his hard cock through his jeans. Dag bent and took one of Chris’s nipples in his mouth and sucked, making Chris groan.
As Chris dragged Dag’s pants off, along with his boxers, Dag’s cock sprang up, stiff and flushed. Enormous. “Yeah,” Chris murmured, eyeing it hungrily. He got rid of the last item of clothing and positioned himself between Dag’s legs.
“Suck me,” Dag murmured.
“I thought you wanted to fuck me.”
“I do. I will. First, want your mouth on me.”
Chris smiled too as he lowered his mouth to Dag’s cock.
Kassidy’s pussy heated to melting temperature, her core tightening at the sight of her men loving on each other. She would never get tired of this. Watching them pleasure each other with masculine hunger and delight. It made her so hot, and it melted her heart.
Chris lazily sucked and licked, pushing Dag’s cock up so he could draw his balls into his mouth. Dag pulled his knees up to give Chris better access, guttural noises of pleasure emerging from his throat. “Yeah,” Dag murmured. “Wanna fuck your ass. Now.”
They moved apart, both of them breathing heavily, eyes dark and lips parted.
“Get on top of her, Chris.”
Chris laid a hand on Kassidy’s back. “Like this, sweetheart? Or on your back?”
“On my back. I want to see both of you.” She scrambled to roll over, eager to have them both.
She loved it when it felt like they were both fucking her, one of them inside her, the other inside the other man. It was so good for all of them, and she loved being face to face with both of them at the same time.
She adjusted a pillow behind her head as Chris rolled too and moved over her. He parted her thighs and she lifted her knees to accommodate him between them. She watched the head of his cock as he slicked it up and down through her slit.
“Soft and wet,” Chris murmured, also watching. “So wet. Want me to use a condom, sweetheart?”
Oh. Her breath hitched a little. “Yes,” she whispered. “For now.” Things were better, but she wasn’t quite ready to try again.
Dag handed him a condom and she watched the look they shared, so loving and understanding. Then Chris pushed inside her, inch by aching inch, until he was fully seated in her pussy. He paused, Kassidy’s body throbbing around him. She heard Dag opening and closing the bottle of lube. Then he moved behind Chris, who was on wide-spread knees. Dag’s hand came around to Chris’s abdomen, then slid up to his chest, holding his body close as he pushed inside.
Her gaze moved between their faces, absorbing the look of ecstasy on both, the way Chris’s mouth opened and his eyes closed, the way Dag’s eyes went heavy-lidded and his jaw tightened. She watched Dag’s arm banded around Chris’s chest, watched one of Chris’s hands come up to grip Dag’s wrist, his other on her waist.
Chris’s cock pulsed inside her in response, thickening even more as Dag slowly eased into his ass. Dag’s hand slid up to Chris’s jaw, pulling his head around so they could kiss, long and wet, their tongues stroking each other.
Kassidy’s nipples tingled and her pussy spasmed around the thick flesh inside her. Beautiful. So much beauty. Beauty inside, beauty outside.
Then Dag released Chris and set a hand in the middle of his back, urging him forward. Chris came down over her, weight on his elbows, one arm around the top of her head, the other on her jaw, and he kissed her too.
They began to move together, slowly, Chris sliding in and out of her, Dag picking up the cadence, one hand on Chris’s back, the other gripping his hip.
Together. Forever. Three.
This is an EVENT giveaway and prizes will be drawn at the end of the event after all the entrants have been collated into one raffle.
Mutual self pleasure or m/m/f loving??? These decisions are becoming harder and harder! 😉 Love them!!!