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.
So for our next round we have Amanda Usen and Blaine D. Arden
Execerpt One –
Amanda Usen – Seducing the Playboy©
He slipped his hand between her legs, keeping her covered by the robe, groaning when he discovered she wasn’t wearing panties. She was silken to his touch, warm and welcoming. He took his time, learning her body again, and feeling himself stir. Women were infinitely superior to men when it came to the recovery period. He planned to exploit hers until she begged him to stop. Her hips bucked impatiently, and he chuckled, slowing the glide of his fingers through her folds.
“Patience, Goldilocks. All in good time.”
“I’d be having a better time if you—”
“My timetable,” he reminded, silencing her with a kiss.
Her eyes narrowed to glowing slits, then she smiled sweetly. She opened her mouth and yawned, then rolled over, dislodging his hand. She curled up with her back to
him and began to fake snore.
“Brat.” He smacked her ass, so tempting beneath his thin robe. She squealed, so he did it again. “I notice you’re not complaining. I like a woman with a kinky streak.”
He sat up and grabbed her thighs, hauling her over his lap. Her torso was supported on the lounger, and her legs dangled over the side.
“I swear nobody’s looking.” He yanked her robe up, exposing her ass. His blows had left a slight pink spot, and he traced it with his finger, feeling her shudder. “Not such a good girl, after all.”
She craned her neck to look over her shoulder, a sultry smile on her face and a challenge in her eyes. “That’s your hang-up, not mine.”
He braced his forearm on her lower back and gave her ass a teasing pat. “Most people wouldn’t mouth off in your position.”
She snored again.
“You asked for it.” He began to rain light blows on her lush ass, grinning when her thighs parted. She shifted, no doubt to make sure he knew she was aware of his erection.
He swatted her harder, pleased when she yelped. “Too hard, too soft—there’s a Three Bears joke in here somewhere.”
He slipped his fingers between her thighs, finding her soaking wet. “Ah…just right.”
Her giggle turned into a low moan and she held perfectly still, although he doubted she’d learned her lesson. At least, he hoped she hadn’t. However, the time for teasing was gone. He circled her clit. Her thighs tensed. He flicked his middle finger back and forth, gathered moisture from her opening. She whimpered and arched her back, giving him better access. He focused on her clit, rolling it between two fingers and using his thumb as a backboard.
She broke with a soft scream, pumping her hips, and he slid his thumb inside her, applying pressure to her G-spot as she rode his hand. When her only movement was the
occasional spasm, he gently rolled her onto the lounger. She offered no resistance, landing on her back, splayed out, with the robe askew, exposing more of her body than it covered.
“Definitely just right,” she gasped with breathless laughter.
He bent to lift her in his arms. “There are some things I won’t do on the porch.”
“After that performance, I’m not sure I believe you.”
He carried her into his bedroom and laid her on the bed.
She wriggled out of his robe while he opened the drawer to get a condom. One by one he pulled items out of the drawer.
Jenna’s eyes shot wide. “What on earth?”
“James is a funny guy,” he said dryly, tossing a cock ring onto the bedside table. His staying power was fine, thank you very much.
She giggled and sat up, casting a glance over the toys. “Some of those things have possibilities, but I’ve got what I want right here.” Her hand closed over him.
She guided him to stand in front of her. Her hand moved up and down in a lazy caress, thumb gliding across the head of his cock. She bent her head and took him in her
mouth. He groaned as a shudder shook him from the soles of his feet to his scalp, every synapse firing at once when he felt the warmth of her mouth, the firm pressure of her
lips, and the teasing strokes of her tongue. He gathered her hair in his hand, holding it on top of her head so he could watch her work him, suddenly appreciating the advantage
of a cock ring. He was going to blow, the sensation and the view a powerful combination that shot straight to his balls, currently cupped in her palm.
He saw red, then white as his climax barreled toward him. He reached down to squeeze the base of his cock, hard. “If you keep doing that, we won’t need a condom.”
She looked torn, so he made the decision, donning a rubber and flopping onto his back on the bed. She climbed on top of him.
“Are you a breast man?” she asked, sliding down with taunting slowness before she rose up onto her knees again.
He gasped as he slipped out of her body.
“Or an ass man?” She reversed her position and took him into her body again, this time facing his knees.
“I’m a yes man.”
Excerpt Two –
Blaine D. Arden – The Fifth Son ©
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I stared at the ceiling, hoping he wouldn’t leave me like this for too long. Still, as tight as he had bound me, it didn’t feel uncomfortable, even though I could clearly feel the rope, the knots. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing in my gallery, couldn’t help thinking about how often he had done this and to whom. But before I could even think of becoming jealous, my gallery door opened with a bang.
I looked up, only to find myself staring at the barrel of a shooter. My breath hitched and I spread my arms, tried to spread my arms, but, of course, they wouldn’t budge. Standing in front of me, dressed in his trousers, Ariv didn’t smile as he aimed his shooter at me. His shooter. The sunlight coming through the window lit up the copper hue, not as much as it did outside, but it was bright nonetheless. I swallowed and tried to take deep breaths as I waited. I watched Ariv’s finger on the trigger, the muscles of his hand twitching, tensing up. I couldn’t look away as he pulled the trigger, couldn’t look away as the familiar scent reached my nose. My whole body tensed up and I clenched my hands. Ariv lowered his shooter, tracing it up my leg, slowly, and still I watched him, my heart pounding, my breath coming in short gasps. I wiggled my hands, wanting to touch my cock, wanting him to touch it, and still I still I couldn’t look away from the way he traced his shooter across my stomach and up my chest.
Ariv smiled again. “You feel it now, don’t you?” he asked as he trailed the shooter past my shoulder and down my right arm.
“Please.” There was nothing else I could say. I desperately wanted him to touch me, to fuck me.
He moved the shooter close to my cock and I moaned. If he did that again, I’d come. I closed my eyes and clenched my fists even tighter.
The next thing I felt was the shooter laying on my chest, and when I opened my eyes, Ariv knelt across my hips. “What?”
“Shh,” he said as he looked into my eyes, grabbing my cock in his hand, guiding it.
I cried out as he lowered himself, felt my cock sink into the warmth of his body. Overcome with sensation, I couldn’t think, couldn’t process, couldn’t keep still. I could only feel, and it felt so good. My muscles screamed as I tried to push my hips up and even that little movement made the ropes dig into my flesh, rub, scratch, set my body on fire. I couldn’t look away as Ariv fucked himself on my cock, up and down and up and down, biting his lip, moaning and gasping, while I soared higher and higher, until something deep inside of me exploded and I came with a shout. I heard Ariv grunt as my head sank back onto the bed and something splattered onto my chest.
I lay there, panting, shivering, body weak as jelly, with Ariv leaning heavily on top of me, breathing puffs of air into my face. Despite my pleas that he not leave me, Ariv got up and loosened the ropes faster than I thought possible, before rubbing my chest with a damp cloth and climbing in next to me.
More satisfied and relaxed than I had ever been, I snuggled closer into Ariv’s embrace and I grinned. “You were right.” I grinned even more as I heard how scratchy and hoarse my voice sounded.
“I was.” It wasn’t a question.
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