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 next round we have Joely Sue Burkhart vs Shari Slade
Execerpt One –
Joely Sue Burkhart – The Billionaire Submissive ©
Dark eyes wide, he made a soft, fragile sound when she took him fully into her mouth. Those sounds turned her on more than anything, that such a big, powerful, strong man would made such a helpless sound for her. She took him deeper in a long, slow slide, savoring every inch. Only to lift her mouth off completely so she could run her tongue around the glans and trace the veins running up and down his shaft. This time, the blow she gave him was a deep, cutting one, a nice sharp crack that made him cry out harshly. His hips arched, his arms straining against his bonds.
“Pain,” she whispered, smoothing her palms over his heaving back. “For you, it’s as good as me sucking your cock. Isn’t it?”
“Yes,” he ground out.
“But not just any pain, Donovan. You need it delivered just right. You need someone who understands what it does for your body. How to balance it with the pleasure until you can’t separate them any longer. These sessions are meant to help me learn exactly where your pain and pleasure thresholds are and from what I’m seeing, you’re very close to coming. If I gave you the last blow right now, you’d be done. Game over.” She trailed her fingertips up over his shoulder as she worked her way back before him, then down his pectorals to bounce over each rib and washboard ab. “But these sessions are also meant to teach you exactly what kind of Mistress I am. Where my tolerance and sense of mercy extends and my desire to watch you suffer and squirm begins. And I have to tell you, lover boy, it makes me so wet to watch you strain to free yourself. I can’t help but picture what you’d do if you were free.”
“I’d be on you so fast…”
She smiled and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. “You’d be fucking me in earnest. Instead, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to make your knees give out. I’m going to make you shout so loudly half a dozen boats are going to come up here to investigate, afraid someone’s getting murdered.”
Casually, she pumped him, bringing him to the very edge. His cock strained in her hand, iron hard and so hot and swollen with need it took her own control not to strip off her panties, push him down on his back, and ease both of their torment. She dropped her hand, took a step back and just watched him struggle to control himself. His face was red with effort, his eyes blazing, sweat dripping off him like she’d made him run a marathon. Every breath whistled through his clenched lips. But he held it.
“Very good, you sexy beast.”
Her words made him arch again, a low growl rattling from his chest.
“Oh, yes, growl at me. I love it. Nothing turns me on more than the soft fragile whimpers and the desperate, bossy demands my sub makes when he’s trying to get me to put him out of misery. But you’ll learn, Donovan, there’s very little that will sway me. Your safeword will. Or some form of ‘Please, Mistress, I’m begging you, I need to come so bad’. Those are the only words I want to hear. Otherwise, you can wait until I’m good and ready to let you come.”
Excerpt Two –
Three Nights with a Rock Star by Amber Lin & Shari Slade ©
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Lock gathered her hair in his hand and pushed her against the window wall in his suite, forcing her legs apart with his knee. No one could see in, but the illusion was fucking hot. Her breasts smashed, palms flat, breath fogging the glass. His little church mouse on display. The city, all lights and pulsing energy, spread out before them. He never got to see the cities he toured, not up close, just the vistas from his rooms and the blur from a window seat on the jet. He didn’t mind so much when he had a hot body between him and the view.
“Do you want me to fuck you like this, from behind, while the whole world watches?” He wanted to bury himself in all her softness. And he wanted it to hurt. Her or himself, he wasn’t sure.
Her only answer was the expanding cloud of condensation as she panted. And then she rocked back. The slightest shift, but just enough friction, in just the right place. He ground against her naked ass, his cock throbbing in his jeans.
She turned her head, pressing her flushed cheek to the window, and he couldn’t resist running his open mouth up the column of her neck, chasing that frantic pulse, biting the lobe of her ear until she cried out, “Nobody can see.”
“Shhhh. Everybody is watching. Let’s give them a show.” He skimmed over her rib cage, her belly, and lower, until he could feel damp heat. She wasn’t wet enough for what he had in mind. Not yet. He wanted to fuck her so hard she’d be bruised. Marked. Damaged. He circled her clit with his thumb, savoring every buck and twitch, and plunged one finger deep. The slick walls of her cunt clenched tight as he drew back. Almost ready.
“Don’t stop,” she moaned.
“I’m running things.” He bit the sweet spot where shoulder met neck in admonishment, and reached for his belt buckle. Impatient, he yanked off the belt, pulled the condom from his pocket and shucked his pants. All the while keeping one hand tangled in her hair. Holding her in place.
He considered having her put it on him with her mouth, but she probably didn’t have that skill set. Though it might be fun to watch her try, to teach her, to corrupt her.
Sheathed, he positioned himself at her opening, rubbed the head of his cock over her slick folds, and then he thrust. One fluid movement and he was balls-deep in hot, honeyed heaven. Every drop of blood in his body raged toward his hard-on. Fuck. He drew back and thrust again. And again.
God, she felt good, arching to meet him. He gripped her hip so tight his knuckles went white, pulling her back against him as hard as he thrust. He released her hair so he could grab her other hip, get more leverage, and she gasped. How tight had he pulled it?
He wanted to break her, but all she did was bend and bend.
Chicago’s jagged skyline sprawled in front of Hailey, carving her, scraping her until she felt raw and bloodied. Even the thick-paned window pushed her, hurt her, but in a world of cold apathy, the man behind her pulsed hot and…almost caring. Almost loving, the way he stroked her body, worshiped it.
She was reading too much into it; she knew that. The rock star, the player. He could have every woman in the city and already had, maybe.
She was just the novelty item, a punch line he could use back in Vegas. I fucked a preschool teacher once. But her body didn’t get the joke. Her body was too busy melting in pools of lava at his feet, and what would be left at the end? The volcano didn’t care. It burst right down the middle and spilled itself until nothing was left.
The flesh at her sex was oversensitive, abraded despite the liquid pooling there, readying herself, and he knew. His fingers were achingly gentle as they caressed slippery lips. He raised his hand to her mouth, and she opened automatically, her mouth more obedient than her mind. Sandpaper fingers smoothed across her tongue, leaving the musky scent of her own shame in their wake.
Her moan couldn’t breach the rushing in her ears, but she felt the sound vibrate in her throat. Felt an answering groan rumble from behind her. Unhearing, unthinking, like animals let loose in the penthouse. Wild things, she thought with a voiceless laugh.
A pinch started at the base of her neck, where it met her shoulder. He was biting her. With his teeth. She gasped. The pain radiated out to her breasts, down her belly, spearing her sex.
“Oh shit.” And that she could hear clearly―her voice. Her curse.
“Yes. That’s right, baby. Let me have it. I knew you were in there in your fucking cardigan. Fuck.”
She bucked, moving her hips, rocking heedlessly, uselessly against the unyielding window. Only his body gave, the ridge of arousal twitching and the sleek muscles undulating and the kind man gasping. Strange thought. He wasn’t kind. Except when he bit her neck and pinched her nipple and her body clenched in helpless surrender, she felt his gift like a benediction.
She fell, through the window and down the rabbit hole. Lost to darkness except for his arms around her, one on her waist and the other teasing the dregs of orgasm from her clit. She shuddered in relief.
Still here. Only three days with him, but she was still here.
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.
I wonder if he begs?? ;~)
Against a window high up sounds hot, but not sure if I could do it with my fear of heights. Lol.