Sex Scene Championship Round Two : Sarah M.Anderson Vs Cris Anson

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 Sarah M.Anderson and Cris Anson.

Execerpt One –

Sarah M.Anderson – Masked Cowboy ©

He snarled at her as he quickly put both of her wrists in his left hand. Then the mother-of-pearl buttons on her cowgirl shirt were popping apart as he ripped through them, leaving her covered with nothing but her red silk Victoria’s Secret bra.

“You ride horses in that?” he barked, momentarily distracted by the flash of overt femininity.

“I didn’t wear it for the horses.” She wiggled one hand free and ran it through his mop of hair until she hit the patch strap. Before she could even begin to trace its path back up to his face, he growled again, grabbing her hand and completely flattening her against the door with the force of his kiss.

Despite the soaked clothes, the heat rolling off him had her melting in all the best places.

“That’s right,” she panted, beginning to feel like she was losing control of the situation—of herself.

“You wanted to know. You wanted to see.” He savagely grabbed one breast, expertly kneading the nipple through the silk.

Mary Beth was definitely losing control of herself as her head began to spin. No man had ever touched her like this, with this naked, aggressive need. Already, she was more turned on than she could ever remember being with any of the others. The way he pawed at her made the tingles on the top of the bluff look like child’s play. This—this was for grown-ups only.

“Yes,” she hissed as he bent his head and bit down on the silk. “Feel me. Taste me. Know me.”

“Shut up, just shut up,” he growled as he released her hands to yank her belt free and strip her pants down to her knees.

As he traced around the edge of the matching red silk panties, Mary Beth caught his face with her hands and pulled him back up to her lips. But instead of trying to get under his mask again, she slid her hands down to his belt and slid it free as she quickly undid those promising buttons.

He really wasn’t wearing any underwear. He was rock hard under her hands, his eye briefly rolling back into his head as she traced the length of everything he had to offer. But then that erotic rage snapped his head forward and he spun her around, pressing her into the door.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he panted as he fumbled out of his pants. “I shouldn’t be here.”

“Shut up,” she demanded, spreading her legs as far as she could with her pants around her knees.

“Shut up right now or I’ll rip that mask—”

She didn’t get any farther. The panties were no match for him. He burst into her, sliding all the way in, all the way up, filling her as no one and nothing ever had before. The power of the unexpected orgasm shook her like leaves on aspen, and that was just from the first thrust.

“Oh!” she moaned as she shivered from the safety of his arms.

He froze. “What? What? I didn’t—I thought—”

“Jesus Christ, Jacob,” she begged, “don’t stop! Oh God, please don’t stop!” With a hungry, guttural moan, he slid in and out of her. He grabbed her hands and moved them back up the door until they were over her head again. But instead of holding them there, he traced back down the length of her arms until he came to her breasts again. He slipped his right hand under the silk cup of her left breast, kneading it with the same savage intensity he had just seconds before.

With his other hand, he followed the curve of her waist down to her hips, then over to the thick, glossy hair that covered her sex. With a flick of his thumb, he found her spot and began to rub the nub in small circles.

If he hadn’t been holding her up, she would have lost her footing as the second orgasm shook her violently. “Oh!” she screamed this time, unable to control herself under his maddening touches.

He growled with satisfaction behind her, pushing harder and deeper with each thrust. His hips knocked into hers so hard that her forehead was again bouncing off the door, but she didn’t care as she arched her back, driving her breast more into his hand and raising her bottom up to meet his every demand.

Then, with one final deep thrust, he froze in silence, his fingers pinching the tip of her nipple, his thumb pressing against her clit, finally surrendering to the promise of freedom she’d offered him. While he came quietly, she couldn’t help but buck in ecstasy one final time with another “Oh!”

Suddenly, he was gone from her, leaving her barely able to stand.

Adam rolled onto his back, pulling Mercy with him. Exactly where she wanted to be. On top of him. She let gravity tug her thighs down to the sides of his hips, jockeyed her own hips a bit for the joint aim of a snugger fit of their bodies and a little tease of cock-rubbing. She kissed and kissed and kissed him and gloried in the feel of his cock rising hard and hot between their bellies.

“Enough,” he said hoarsely, reaching for her hips. “Sit on it. Ride me.”

“Yes. Like riding a horse.” She arranged herself on her knees to straddle him and adjusted herself so his cock was aimed directly at her slit. Slowly she eased herself onto his girth. When she was fully seated, she began to rock back and forth then up and down with no discernible pattern, clenching her inner muscles to squeeze more sensation from the motion.

She rode him for endless moments, rising and falling the way an experienced rider sits a cantering horse, her legs bent, thighs clutching at his hips, knees pushed against the cotton bedding. His wiry pubic hair rubbed against her clit, stimulating the juices to flow copiously down her thighs. Beads of sweat peppered his forehead. Perspiration shimmered over her skin. He grasped her hips with strong fingers and slammed her harder against him with her every downward movement.

On an incoherent groan, she tumbled forward, grabbing fistfuls of his hair as her mouth captured his tongue and sucked it hard. Flesh slapped against wet flesh. He bucked as though he were an angry bull and she hung on, lost in the past and present. Lost in Adam.

Suddenly the mattress dipped and Mercy felt another pair of hands on her hips. Seth. She slowed her frantic movements, paused to gasp a deep breath. “Seth.”

“Easy now. We’ll have to take this slow, since you haven’t done it this way before.”

“Dammit, Maddox, I was on the verge of coming.”

Mercy silenced Adam’s outburst with a quick kiss. “And it’ll be even better this way. You’ll see.” Bending her head again, she gave Adam a soul-deep kiss, all mouth and tongue and love. She consciously relaxed the muscles surrounding her anus when she felt Seth’s fingers apply a thick blob of cool gel to the area.

“You’re still so slick there, sweetheart, but I’m not taking any chances.”

She lifted her ass a bit, offering herself to Seth while tightening her Kegel muscles to keep Adam’s cock deep within her. She tensed on feeling the thick head of Seth’s cock pushing at her roseate opening. Then she let her mind drift to the exquisite feeling she’d experienced with the butt plug. The head passed through the ring of muscle and the rest of his thick cock slid slowly into her ass, making her shiver.

“You okay with that, Mercy?”

“I’m fine. More than fine. You feel good.”

“Let me know when you’re ready to move.”

She did, nonverbally, by tilting her hips forward first, wanting to encourage Adam in front of her. Seth began to move a second later and soon the men found a rhythm, thrusting and retreating, carefully at first, then with more vigor. Yet she felt the regard with which they both moved, felt their caresses and kisses, Seth making sharp little nips on her back, on her shoulder blades, Adam reaching out to suck first one nipple then the other into his hot mouth.

With each thrust, sensation followed sensation like killer waves lashing the shore in a hurricane and she was tossed and bombarded with their love, swirled into eddies of mounting lust.

She could no longer think, only feel. The rasp of hair from each man’s thighs on hers, the slide of sweat-slick chests on her breasts and back, Seth’s balls slapping her slit. The feel of two cocks pounding into her, nudging each other inside her. The sounds of heavy breathing in her ears becoming choppy and rasping. Adam’s mouth, sucking her tongue, their teeth clashing and scraping with their passion. Seth’s death grip on her hips, hard enough she’d probably have bruises, but who cared? As long as this need, this itch, was being satisfied, this obsession nurtured, she would hang on for the ride of her life.