Sex Scene Championship Round 3 : Gina Gordon Vs Leela Lou Dahlin

Posted August 11, 2014 by Nix in Sex Scene Championship 2014 / 2 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 second round, we have the fabulous ladies Gina Gordon Vs Leela Lou Dahlin

Execerpt One –

Recipe for Seduction – Gina Gordon ©

Gina’s Website | Twitter 

“I said all of your clothes.” She was still only half naked.

She obeyed, removing the small scraps of lace. He had to hold back his desire. That night on stage, she’d been partially covered, her sex hidden behind the skimpiest fabric imaginable, her pert nipples covered by tassels. But now, she was fully exposed. All of her. Every inch available for his viewing, for his taking.

“Find an apron,” he commanded.

Without hesitation she rummaged through a drawer beside the stove.

“Slowly,” he ordered. He wanted to enjoy the way her breasts swayed back and forth with her actions. To appreciate the unobstructed view he had between her legs.

Unfortunately, she was quick to find what she was looking for. She pulled out a pink apron.

“Put it on and come over to me.”

Her confidence had started to wane. A slight tremble shook her hands when she placed the strap over her head and secured the ties around her waist. Her boots clicked on the tile, and with each step closer, the scent of orange, of Veronica, surrounded him.

Positioning her in front of the kitchen island, he aligned his body with the back of hers. She pushed back against him, putting pressure on his aching erection.

He brushed his fingers across her skin, starting at her neck and moving down to her shoulders, then her arms, finally grasping her hands and placing them firmly on the counter.

The smooth line of her back was so delicate. The two dimples above her bottom incredibly sexy. And the perfect round globes of her ass, with the softest luminescent skin he’d ever seen, was beyond his dreams. He reached for the spatula, his own hands trembling with excitement at the knowledge that his fantasy was finally about to come true.

He ran the utensil slowly down her back in a straight line against her spine. When he got to her bottom, he traced down the crease. Her response was a shiver and a tiny whimper.

“Bend over. Place your forearms on the counter and spread your legs.”

She was a model student. Minimum hesitation. Maximum obedience.

When she was ready, he tightened his grip around the handle. He stepped to the side, taking position, as if stepping up to home plate. She glanced over her shoulder and their eyes met. She knew. This fantasy wasn’t about pain. She knew he would never physically hurt her. It was about his control and her obedience. And she wanted this, too—needed it as much as he did.

He took aim and followed through, the spatula hitting her bottom for the very first time with a thwack.

She gasped and tensed the moment it struck, but it was more sound and sting than actual pain. Her hands fisted against the granite counter but he couldn’t take his eyes off of the warm crimson glow that spread across her skin.

He made contact a second time. Her gasp was louder, the tension of her body less noticeable. She opened herself up, laid her trust in his hands, knowing he would push her only so far, to the point where the sting turned into a pleasure she’d never experienced.

“Veronica, look at me.”

She turned, letting her chin rest against her shoulder, and he was taken aback by the acceptance in her gaze.

He’d never met a woman he felt comfortable enough to play with. To lower his guard and let her see this side of his personality—the controlling, demanding, kinky side. He’d never expected Veronica to be the one to cater to his sexual fantasies. Never in a million years. But the light in her eyes made him wonder…he may not have been the only one harboring these fantasies.

He returned his attention to her luscious behind. Each time the spatula made contact she pushed her bottom back, her gasps turning into groans of need. The sight of her skin, the sound of her enjoyment, it all sent an ache to places he desperately needed to sate, and gave him a rush of power he’d never felt before. The kind that made him want to give her anything and everything, as long as it made her feel good. The thought of being the person responsible for her pleasure was overwhelming, but exciting.

Even more exciting was the fact that she was enjoying this. A lot more than he’d anticipated. And he was even more shocked when he noticed her hand creep down between her legs. When she cupped her sex, three fingers disappeared between her folds and started to move, manipulating her most sensitive area.

But as the man in charge of her pleasure for the night, he hadn’t told her she could remove her hands from the counter.

He took the spatula and slid it between her thighs. With steady force, he moved her hand away, which made her whimper.

“Please. Every time you smack my ass, it spasms,” she said breathily.

“What spasms?” He smacked her again when she remained silent. “Say it.”

“Please, Finn.” She moaned and her legs clasped tight around the spatula.

“If I want you to touch yourself, I’ll tell you. Otherwise, your pleasure is mine to control.” He gathered her hair in his fist and pulled her back. “Do you understand?”

She nodded.

He removed a sleeve of condoms from his back pocket and placed it on the counter. He’d come prepared. He’d known the night was going to end up in a tangle of limbs and sweaty bodies.

“You expecting guests?” She peered over her shoulder at the long strip of packets.

“Just you and me…and a whole lot of amazing sex.”

He undid his belt and released the zipper of his jeans, pulling out his erection. When he was sheathed, he teased between her legs, rubbing his cock across her folds. She moaned when he pushed a tiny bit inside.

She was the perfect height—the four inches of her boots made his final destination easy to access. And the faster and harder he’d be able to fuck her.

He pushed in deeper, loving the feel of her heat molding and forming to accommodate him. When he was buried to the hilt, he stilled. The reality of the situation had set in and excitement nearly overwhelmed him. He was here. With Veronica. Balls-deep inside her sex. Heat spread through his cock and his heart thumped ten times its normal speed. This was his every fantasy come to life.

Excerpt Two –  

Leela Lou Dahlin – A Haught Date ©

Leela’s Website | Twitter

“Can I kiss you?” she asked, looking like she had used up all her courage to get this far.

“Why are you so timid today? This is your show. You can do whatever you want.”

“That seems like a pretty open proposition. It’s a wonder a woman hasn’t kept you all tied up in her bedroom.”

“I’ve never made that offer before, but I’m making an exception for you.”

“You’ve never let anyone kiss you?”

“I didn’t say that. I think we covered that yesterday. As a matter of fact, we did much more than that.”

“Are you trying to confuse me?” She flashed him a coy glance, and he smiled. He knew a stall when he saw one.

“No, you’re just thinking too hard. Kiss me again, Gemmi, and let’s see what happens.”

He turned to lean against the car with his legs slightly spread apart and brought her in close, cradling her between his thighs so she could finish the kiss she’d started.

He watched her snuggle into him, and his fingers tightened on her hips, but he forced himself to remain still. A soft breeze stirred and surrounded him with her unique scent of cherry, honey, and something he couldn’t put his finger on. He wanted to take a deep breath and fill his body with her sweet aroma, but he didn’t want to interrupt her perusal of his face or disturb this moment.

“Close your eyes,” she whispered.

“Why? I enjoy looking at you.”

“We said we were going to be honest with each other,” she said, moving her hands to his chest, but she didn’t push him away.

“That was honest.” His breathing was a bit irregular, and anticipation made him want to take over this little experiment. Then she’d see he wasn’t joking about his desire for her.

She bit her lip at his response, and he fought to hold back a groan. This was impossible; how could he be this worked up over a woman he’d just met? A woman who was full seductress yesterday and shy today.

Her lids drifted down as she tipped her face up, bringing her full lips in for a quick peck. She returned to rub her lips softly along his and then licked the corner of his mouth. He was trying to let her control this first kiss, but if she was going to taste him and practically purr, he didn’t know if he was going to be able to let her.

She must have enjoyed the first small taste of his mouth, because when she dived in for the second taste, her lips parted. Her warm breath against his mouth made him ache to touch her. He drove his fingers into the hair he’d been fascinated with since he’d seen her yesterday, finding it to be like silk against his fingers. He was struggling not to take over—to let her go at her own pace—but he couldn’t remember a time when it had been this difficult to wait.

He moved his hand to cradle her head and was delighted with the soft, thick waves that cascaded over his wrist. Putting his other hand on the other side of her head, he took control of this kiss. He turned her head so he could get a better taste of her mouth as he licked and nipped her lips and tongue. Her purr turned into a full-fledged moan, and she practically crawled up his body to get closer.

His control snapped. He slid his hands under her ass, hoisting her up to fit against his aching cock. He’d hiked the skirt of her pink sundress up under her breasts, leaving her panty-clad pussy rubbing against his hard length. He glanced at her face. She had her lip between her teeth, and her brow was furrowed in concentration. Putting his fingers against her panties, he could feel the warm wetness, and he had to touch her. As he slipped one finger under the thin cotton cloth and into her hot slickness, his cock flexed like it was pounding on the zipper of his pants to get out and find his way into her pussy. Gliding another finger in with the first, he reveled in the heat of her body, watching the glistening juice coat his fingers each time he withdrew. Her deep moan every time he thrust into her body made him want to replace those fingers with his mouth or his cock.

A car door slammed in the distance, and he remembered where they were.



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