Sex Scene Championship Round 28 : Hanna Martine ( @Hanna_Martine) vs Shelly Bell ( @ShellyBell987)

Posted August 23, 2014 by Nix in Sex Scene Championship 2014 / 0 Comments

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 Hanna Martine vs Shelly Bell

Execerpt One –

Long Shot – Hanna Martine ©

Hanna’s  Website | Twitter

He licked his lips. Stared at hers. “What do you want?”

She glanced down at his kilt, very nearly salivating. “I want that.”

“Want what, exactly?” God, his voice was so deep, like fingers stroking her soul.

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Not making you say or do anything. But let me just tell you that I want you, too. Right now.”

She released a groan of frustration to the sky. “Can’t happen. Not now, anyway.” Not for her, maybe. But there was something she wanted to do to him, and right now seemed a better time than any, given their circumstances.

Given what he was wearing.

“Come with me.” She took his hand and dragged him away from the party, away from the strings of fairy lights and the stage, deep into the dark canyons of parked cars along the fairground edge. In the distance the charred skeleton of Loughlin’s barn blocked out stripes of stars.

“I know where we could go,” he offered, the suggestion mixing with the exquisite pressure of her jeans, rubbing her right between the legs.

She glanced playfully over her shoulder. “Do not say the back of your truck. I’m a classy New Yorker now. I only go down on guys in alleys and in the bathrooms of nightclubs.”

She was kidding, of course, but he answered after a slight pause. “Oh, is that what’s going to happen?”

When they’d gotten far enough away from the party, all the cars black and silent, the voices turned to a distant, dull hum, she finally stopped. Whirled around. He was grinning like a madman, but also a very turned-on madman. He reached for her, getting that openmouthed I’m going to kiss the hell out of you look.

She slammed a hand into his chest, stopping him. Because she knew if he did that, if he got her going in the way only his mouth could, they’d be out here all night. She’d be draped across the hood of that yellow hatchback over there, and she’d never go back to the party where she should be right now.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice gone all throaty. “That’s what’s going to happen. And I’m adding parking lots to my repertoire.”

She pushed him into the side of a conversion van, the closest vehicle that could take his height and build. A metallic boom rang down the line of cars, but no one was around to hear. She dropped to her knees, the asphalt and gravel biting. She’d worry about what her jeans might look like later. Or maybe not.

“Jesus, Jen. Is this you and your control issues?”

Leith’s hand threaded through her hair and she flipped her eyes up to see that his grin had vanished, replaced by such a fierce expression of lust that it made her stop and stare, reveling in it. But only for a second.

“No.” Okay, maybe it was, but she wasn’t going to admit that. Not now. “This is me wanting you. Just like this.”

One side of his mouth tilted up. “Another first for us.”

Wow, she guessed it was.

Just as she shoved up his kilt, yanked down his underwear, and sucked him into her mouth, Chris’s fiddle struck its first long notes on stage. The drums came in, nice and steady, followed by the pipes and guitar. Music filled the valley as she worked her way down Leith, tasting and licking him, dragging her tongue and the inside of her cheeks all over him. He was hers right then, and the whole valley belonged to them.

Leith’s head fell back with a crack against the van, and it might have been one of the best sounds she’d ever heard.

Excerpt Two –   

 White Collared – Shelly Bell ©

Shelly’s Website |  Twitter

The whirring of her vibrator filled the room, and the excitement of the unknown made her entire body hum.

He trailed the toy down her spine and then spanked her lightly. “Lift up.”

Without thought, she raised her pelvis, keeping her hands resting on the mattress. He slid the toy under her and spread the lips of her pussy so the vibrator bumped directly against her swollen clit. A yelp escaped before she could stop it, and he pinched her sore ass. Hard.

“Feel  free to come as many times as you want, so long as you stay quiet.”

His permission brought the simmering arousal to a full boil. Her toes pointed and every muscle in her body tensed as her pussy clenched and released over and over in one of the strongest orgasms of her life. She cried out, the vibrator too much on her sensitive clit.

He pinched her thigh and tsked. “I thought I told you to be quiet. Now I have to keep it there until you learn. But I don’t think I should be punished for your insolence.”

She bit her bottom lip to keep from speaking. The pain of his pinch momentarily eased the uncomfortable throbbing in her clitoris. She didn’t move, but she heard the swish of his clothing falling to the floor and the tearing of what she guessed was a condom wrapper.

He leaned over her back, pushing her pelvis onto the vibrator. The copper taste of her lip’s blood hit her tongue.

Could she die from pleasure? If so, she didn’t stand a chance with Jax.

His cock brushed against her ass before it dipped lower to her soaked pussy. Jax rubbed it up and down her slit. “Your cunt is quite a sight. Those glistening pink folds begging for my cock.” He thrust into her, his length sliding against that electric spot high inside her, awakening the nerves in her soaked channel.

This wasn’t making love. He fucked her and fucked her hard. His fingers dug into her hips as he slammed himself in and out of her with brutal efficacy, using her body to get himself off.

Her second orgasm loomed just out of reach, building like a crescendo. Her abdominal muscles tightened and everything disappeared except the slide of Jax’s cock across her G-spot. Faster and faster.



And for the moment—hers.

The combination of the vaginal stimulation along with the vibration on her clit sent her soaring. Desperate to please him and end the forced orgasms, she clenched her teeth and held her breath as the contractions went on and on and on.

But he didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. Didn’t acknowledge her climax. He continued thrusting into her pussy with deliberation, dragging himself across her nerve-laden tissue.

“No more,” she begged. “You may have missed it, but I stayed quiet through my orgasm, Jax.”

“If you stayed quiet, what’s that noise I hear?”

“That’s not fair,” she whined breathlessly.

“Who’s in control, Katerina?”

“You, Jax.”

“I say it’s perfectly fair. Give me another one. And this time, stay quiet until I permit otherwise.”

Internally, she growled with indignation. But she wouldn’t fail again. If Jax wanted another orgasm from her, she’d give him one. She’d give him twenty if it was his will. Good thing she excelled under pressure.

The friction of the vibrator on her clitoris burned. Her head demanded she shout her safe word to end the pain, but her body refused to surrender to any demand other than Jax’s.

If she were truly in pain, would her arousal drip from her legs? If she couldn’t take any more, would her pussy tremble as another climax began to build?

She had to prove to Jax that she could accept his dark needs. Didn’t he understand her needs were just as dark?

She closed her eyes and ceased her battle for control.


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