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.
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 first round, we have the wonderful Samantha Ann King Vs Jocelyn Dex. Take it away ladies…..
Execerpt One –
Tempting Meredith by Samntha Ann King
She unbuckled his thick leather belt. “Patience. You’re more patient than I am.”
She unbuttoned and unzipped his fly. She was about to find out how impatient he was. She parted the denim, and his cock sprang free. Relieved of the suffocating restraint of his jeans, it jutted toward her. He held his breath, resisting the almost overwhelming urge to beg her to touch him. But goddamn, he wanted her hands wrapped around him.
She smiled and licked her lips then leaned over and dragged her breasts over his groin, his stomach, his chest, before arching her back and thrusting them proudly. He didn’t move, but it was killing him. A small groan escaped that he was afraid sounded like one of the dogs whining for attention.
Her hands disappeared behind her, and in seconds her bra gaped and slid down her arms. Everything in him wanted to slide his hands up from her waist and fill his palms with those silky globes. Instead, he tightened his grip on her waist and watched the leafy shadows play where he wanted. She leaned over the side of the ATV. Her breasts jiggled and then he heard a clunk and seconds later another clunk. Her shoes, maybe. He didn’t care.
A breeze hardened her small rosy nipples, and his mouth watered. He swallowed so he didn’t choke.
She stood, dislodging his hands, and her fingers hovered over the button of her jeans. Not in indecision. No, she was teasing him, and his cock jerked in response. She took her time with the button. She unzipped her fly even slower—tooth by tooth. He couldn’t think clearly enough to count, but there must have been a thousand.
When the tab stopped at the bottom, she swung a leg over the seat and stood on the footrest, her back to him. She gifted him with a sultry, over-the-shoulder smile before hooking her thumbs in the waist of the jeans and nudging it past the lush curves of her ass. He fisted his hands, flexed them and then grabbed the cushioned edge of the seat, trying to ground himself. She kicked the denim off then straddled him again. She lowered herself until her damp panties and her hot pussy enfolded his cock. He felt like a teenager with his first girly magazine. Ready to spill. He focused on the dandelion tat—the stem, the seed head, the cottony seeds tumbling across her belly. Anything to keep from embarrassing himself.
She swirled her hips, and he couldn’t stand it any longer. He thrust against her, grinding, not caring that her panties separated them. The tips of her breasts grazed his chest, and her whisper tickled his ear. “You can touch now.”
His heart jumped, and his stomach did joyous flip-flops. Fuck. Where to start? He cupped her breasts in both hands. Her skin was silky and hot, and he relished their weight and shape and smoothness.
She closed her eyes, arched her spine and threw back her head. Her expression was blissful. Her heartbeat fluttered against his palm. He guided one nipple to his mouth, sucking the honeyed tip while rolling the other between his fingers.
She moaned and rubbed her pussy along his length. She slipped her hand between them, and he thought her goal was his cock. Instead, she gathered the crotch of her panties to the side and then pulsed her hips so her slick, hot sex glided up and down. He wanted to bury himself in her. He grabbed her hips, prepared to do just that until he remembered.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! I don’t have a condom.”
“Tsk, tsk,” she said, her voice lighter than the situation warranted. “I thought you country boys were always prepared.”
Excerpt Two –
Valia’s Villain by Jocelyn Dex
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Rydin grunted. “I want to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you. If you do as I say, I may give you permission to touch my horns later.”Oh wow. Valia hadn’t known his horns were an erogenous zone. Now she really wanted to touch them.
Her body shivered as he resumed lapping at her clip with fervor. She avoided his horns but couldn’t stop herself from grabbing a fistful of his hair. Intense pleasure knotted deep inside. Little sparks erupted inside her, but just as she was about to fall over the edge, he stopped.
She groaned and with a fistful of his hair, tried to force him to continue.
His eyes dark and his lips glistening with her pleasure, he said, “You were about to come. I did not give you permission.”
She choked out her words. “If you don’t want me to come, you shouldn’t lick me like that.”
His lips quirked into a cocky smile. “My tongue pleases you?”
“It’d please me if you’d put it to better use than asking me stupid questions.” His touch, impossibly familiar, affected her like no other’s, made her ache with an intensity that drove her wild but damned if she’d tell him that.
He scowled. “Tell me my tongue pleases you. Beg me to let you come.”
Beg? Usually, men begged her, not the other way around. But maybe that’s why she’d always craved a Ferox demon. Maybe she wanted to be claimed. To be taken. To be dominated by an untamed beast.
Whatevs. She wanted him, needed him, so she’d play his game. “Your tongue pleases me. Please, Rydie, make me come. Then fuck me. Hard.”
He scowled at the “Rydie” part but his eyes darkened and that cocky smile returned. He sucked hard on her swollen clit bringing her, once again, to the brink of climax before stopping.
“Fuck!” She cried out.
He laughed, actually laughed at her. What was his problem? She reached between her legs intending to finish the job herself. Her body demanded release, the pressure almost unbearable, but he grabbed her hand and stopped her.
“Not yet.” He bit the tip of her finger. Still holding her hand in a fierce grip, he stood, instructed her to turn over and then cuffed her so both hands were shackled with her face down.
She peered over her shoulder at him. “What are you doing, Ferox? I’ve played your game. Now, come here and fuck me. Lick me. Whatever, but finish the job,” she demanded.
He stood glaring down at her, a triumphant smile on his face. “Tell me you understand that I am in control.”
Ok, he was pissing her off. She pressed her lips together as an act of defiance.
“No?” He raised an eyebrow. “Fine. I guess you need more demonstration.”
He spread her legs pulling her up so her knees bent and her ass was in the air and at his mercy. Kneeling between her legs, he rubbed his cock between her swollen lips before stopping at her entrance and pressing forward just enough to make her mad with want, then smacked her ass, hard.
“Who’s in charge, female?” he asked.
A frustrated growl burst from deep in her gut. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“Dammit, female. You can end both our suffering. All you have to do is say it.”
Valia pushed her hips back in an attempt to bury his cock inside her, but he dug his fingers into her skin, held her steady and smacked her ass again. Harder. Damn that stung. She’d be surprised if it didn’t bruise.
She shot him a side-eyed glare. His muscles bunched, his eyes darkened with desire and a look of triumph. He knew she was going to give in. To submit. She smiled back at him. In her best sarcastic, sex-kitten voice she said, “Rydin, you’re in charge, with your all powerful magnificence.”
Apparently he didn’t mind the sarcasm because his eyes lit up as he slammed into her.
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