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 unless you win.
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 Lane Hart and Draven St. James
Execerpt One –
Lane Hart – Blood Drive ©
I rubbed my hands down her back, grabbing her ass and raising it for her to wrap her legs around my waist. My lips and tongue went down her neck while I warned her what I wanted to do.
“Kate, if you stay with me then my door is going to be wide open all night. I want him to hear you scream when I go down on you and every time you come when I fuck you. I want to be in you for hours, however long it takes for me to get over my anger, drinking from you while I’m inside you, and I really don’t give a shit if he sees us. I want to make damn sure that he knows he’s never going to touch you or fuck you again.”
“We can do anything you want, Sam,” she said, and then it was on.
My mouth swallowed hers and our tongues became urgent as I carried her to my bed, not giving a fuck that we were still dripping wet. Laying her down I wasted no time kissing a trail from her breasts to stomach, not letting myself get distracted from my destination. My need for her almost made me frantic, before I decided I’d rather frustrate her by going slowly and deliberately. I wanted to make her beg me for it like she’d begged him. Spreading her thighs I licked one long stroke between her legs.
“Oh God yes!” she moaned, as she squirmed.
I moved my hands up to hold her hips down then kissed and licked the inside of her thighs and low on her pelvis, everywhere around where she wanted me to go, before I thrust my tongue into her center once more. Her hands went to my hair as she tried to keep my mouth on her.
“Sam! Please don’t stop,” she gasped as her back arched. I gave her more of what she was begging for before pulling back again.
“Did you scream his name when he fucked you?” I asked, as I continued to torture her with teasing stops and starts.
“No, oh!” she moaned as her pelvis tried to come off the bed. My hands on her made that impossible
“Was his mouth here?” I asked her. Then, with a thrust of my tongue, I showed her exactly where I meant.
“No, you’re the only one … oh fuck that feels good!”
After that the only sounds she made were wordless screams and moans before she came.
I couldn’t wait any longer to get in her, wanting to feel her warm wetness on my dick before her spasms stopped, then bring her again and again. My anger had been replaced with a need to possess her each and every way possible.
“Roll over baby,” I told her as I raised up on my knees. She slowly moved to her stomach, while still trying to catch her breath.
I pulled her by her legs across the bed to me, then spread them as I climbed up behind her. Pulling her hips up, I slid into her with one long, slow, deep thrust.
When she cried out loud and sudden I thought I’d been too rough.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked, unable to pull out of her unless she ordered me too.
“No! Don’t stop!” Thank God, because I wasn’t sure if I could. The way she felt around me was too good.
I pulled her hips back and pushed into her at the same time. Each stroke was deeper and harder than the last. Kate cried out with every thrust, longer and louder each time. When she came screaming again, her insides tightening around my dick was the best fucking feeling in the world.
About that time I heard the bastard’s bedroom door open. I knew he was watching, but I didn’t give a shit. I wanted him to see us so he’d lose whatever fucking fantasies he had about ever being with her again.
My fangs were out and ready to go into Kate’s neck that was oh-so-close. Sliding my hands from her hips around to cup her breasts, I raised her up off the bed and pulled her back against my chest.
“Kate?” I asked as I licked down the side of her neck.
“Yes,” she moaned. I felt her sharp intake of breath when I quickly struck her. I sucked while I kept pounding and pouring into her until there was nothing left in me.
Excerpt Two –
Covert Delivery – Draven St. James ©
Garren stood behind him and wrapped him in his arms. He traced his tongue along the pulsing vein on his Aspen’s throat, biting gently. Aspen moaned and squirmed within Garren’s hold.
“Garren.” Would it be bad form to simply attack him?
Garren slid his hand down Aspen’s chest and stomach to play along the waist of Aspen’s pants. Please, please, please. A little lower.
“These were made to tease anyone who saw you in them,” Garren murmured. “They worked with me. The way the leather molds to your tight ass, and damn if I can’t make out the shape of your cock in the front.”
Aspen leaned back into Garren’s embrace. “It seems they served their purpose.”
Garren ground his hard dick along the crease of Aspen’s ass. Aspen’s cock swelled until the constriction of his leathers bordered on painful. They might look hot, but there wasn’t a whole lot of room to grow.
“It’s more than the clothes, though.” Garren unbutton and unzipped Aspen’s pants. Aspen’s cock popped out. Going commando had been his sole option. “It’s the man in them.”
Garren clutched Aspen’s cock and ran one finger along the damp head. Aspen’s hips jerked forward.
“Please.” Aspen would beg if necessary. He’d lusted after his boss since day one. If this happened to be the only time they got horizontal together, he intended to make some damn good memories.
Garren let go and grasped Aspen’s hips. “Just stay still. I promise I won’t leave you hurting.”
Garren pulled Aspen’s shirt over his head and lightly pinched his nipples. A shot of pure arousal shot through Aspen.
Aspen reached back to dig his fingers into Garren’s thighs. Garren nibbled down the side of Aspen’s neck. “Sensitive?”
“Yes.” Aspen undulated against Garren’s body.
“Close your eyes and wait right here,” Garren commanded.
Aspen shivered at Garren’s tone. He would do about anything as long as Garren didn’t stop. The heat of Garren’s body disappeared. Aspen toed his shoes off, not wanting anything to stand in the way of Garren’s exploration. A drawer opened and shut before Garren returned.
Garren placed a soft piece of fabric over Aspen’s eyes and tied it around his head.
Garren paused and asked, “Is that okay?”
Aspen’s heartbeat picked up, and he nodded.
“Good.” Garren directed him until the soft edge of the bed pressed the backs of his legs. Aspen sat on the plush mattress, fairly vibrating with nervous energy, riding the fine line of arousal.
“Lie back.” Garren traced his fingertip along Aspen’s jaw.
Aspen stretched out and scooted around so his legs were no longer hanging over the edge. The grating click-click of a zipper going down and the shuffling of clothing being removed filled the silence.
The bed dipped, and Garren’s weight straddled his thighs. The feather-soft touch of Garren’s fingers and what felt like silk trekked up Aspen’s sides.
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.
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