“Wow,” was all Bo could whisper, as he massaged his pipe hard cock through his jeans.
As quickly as she stripped, April was dressed again, reclining on her bed with fuck me now on her face. After scribbling her address, Bo was gone. Moral victory, his ass! She may have fucked him in the past, but he was going to fuck her sideways today.
Bo waited impatiently outside her apartment door. He kept glancing side to side, making sure no one was around as he squeezed and rubbed his hard-on in front or her door. His mouth watered as he imagined the hotbox beneath those fire red panties.
Shaved?
Trimmed?
Just a landing strip?
April didn’t strike him as the “all natural bush” type of gal, but he’d happily take her juicy slice however it was groomed.
Bo knocked again and waited. The deadbolt clicked loudly and the door opened to a thin slit. He waited, then timidly pushed the door, then stepped inside and looked around the plainly decorated apartment.
There was no sign of April, or anyone, anywhere.
“April?” he called.
“In here!” she yelled from somewhere toward the back of a short corridor.
Bo explored the small apartment. There wasn’t much to it but a living area, a tiny hallway with a restroom, and a partially closed door at the hallway’s end. Bo smiled, then headed for the door.
He slowly opened the door, and there she was.
April was lying on her side, her head propped up from the bed by a slender, pale arm. In the time it took Bo to drive to her apartment she had primped herself to perfection. Her hair was curled and neatly fixed, and Bo could see the outline of her panties and bra through her crimson lace robe.
“So what do I call you?” she teased. “DC?”
“Bo,” he stammered, staring.
“Bo,” she repeated with a soft moan.
April rolled onto her back, arching her spine as her hands grazed her hips and stomach before grabbing and squeezing her beautiful tits. She looked at Bo from the corners of her eyes and smiled.
“You know how long I’ve waited for this?” she said.
Bo shook his head. He had never been the shy sort, but was still a bit leery of this mystery woman.
“A year!” she huffed as she sat in her bed.
April rose to her feet and sauntered slowly toward him, hips swaying on the way as her eyes held their mischievous gleam. She stopped just inches from Bo, then leaned in and whispered, “Can you imagine a full year? That’s how long it’s been since I saw you in the tournament finals.”
She pulled back, smiling, tugging at the edge of his shirt, then lifting it over his head. Bo groaned. He couldn’t believe this was happening. April started nibbling on his toned shoulders. Bo was slim and fit. His shoulders weren’t especially broad, but they were strong and well toned. He looked like a swimmer, without the funny goggles and cap.
Her lips were soft like rose petals and Bo shivered with each kiss and fresh suckle to his skin. April shed her robe like a second skin, then pressed her body against his.
She treated his body like a sampler, working her lips along his neck and jaw, brushing slightly over his lips, and denying him the kiss he was so hungry for.
Bo closed his eyes and breathed through his nose.
She had his number, just like in their game online.
April’s lips lingered across the front of Bo’s chest as her hands roamed over his muscular back, fingers tracing the contour of his spine and sending long chills through his body. Her mouth brushed against his hard nipple, moving in a circle as she gently suckled. She was good, he had to admit. Bo’s pants were sweltering inside as his cock throbbed with life. He resisted the urge to simply lay her down and fuck her face off.
She traced her tongue to his other nipple as she unbuckled his pants, giving his hard bud a nip with a giggle. Bo groaned as he felt her hand slip inside of his pants and wrap around his raging hard-on, cooing at the size of the cock beneath her curled fingers.
“A year,” she whispered as she looked up from his chest with the innocence of a child and the eyes of a devil.
Bo kept his eyes closed and simply groaned as she squeezed his cock harder. She slowly kissed his flat stomach, unzipping his pants further and lowering them to his ankles. Bo kicked off his shoes and pants, then froze as he felt her mouth wrap around the length of his cock through his boxers.
“You’re killing me,” he moaned.
“Don’t I always?” she smiled, nuzzling her face into his crotch. Bo smiled at her reply. Indeed she did.
It wasn’t long before April had Bo’s boxers down and his cock stuffed inside her mouth. April may have been waiting a year, but Bo was still a decade’s worth of eager.
Bo moaned as April took him in warm and deep. Her tongue teased the head of his cock. His hands found her head and his fingers curled tightly into her hair.
April must have liked it because she started sucking, harder and deeper.
He had his head tilted back as he pumped his hips lightly against her face. Her slurping made him throb; each time he felt the tip of his rock-hard cock press against her throat, she relaxed to take more of him in. Bo started to breathe heavily through the best hummer of his life, wanting badly to cum but wanting it to last longer even more.
April’s fingers stroked his shaft as she bobbed her hungry mouth, gently fondling his balls with her other hand. Bo could feel fresh cum churning in his sack, ready to blast inside April’s overheated open mouth.
But he wasn’t ready. Despite his body’s screaming, Bo wanted more.
Seconds from explosion, April tightly grabbed the base of his cock, then pulled her mouth from his tip and shook her head.
She wasn’t ready for him to cum either.
After giving him a minute to cool, April took Bo by the hand, led him to her bed, dragged out her bean-shaped gaming chair and smiled.
Bo took the hint and sat, noting how comfortable the cushion was and thinking he should get one for himself. April pressed something on the chair’s side panel as music suddenly erupted from the built-in speakers.
April bounced and swayed and danced with seduction, her hips undulating as she brought her panty-covered pussy within inches of his face.
She grabbed the back of the chair and pulled.
The chair rocked ever so slightly forward until Bo found his face buried against the slick, wet fabric of April’s panties. She moaned, humping his face several times before dancing away.
Yes, she was killing him, and he couldn’t take anymore.
April continued to sway, pulling the bra from her body and dropping it to the floor, then cupping and squeezing her tits while teasing her nipples with her fingers.
Bo stared, open mouthed, absently stroking his cock and enjoying the show. April turned, shot him a sultry look over her shoulder, then hooked her fingers into her panties and slowly bent over and slid them down her long, shapely legs. Bo’s mouth started to water as he stared at her round supple ass and completely bare pussy. Her succulent cunt looked like a peach, and her lips were blushed red with arousal.
Bo imagined how hot and wet she would be when he finally sank his cock inside her.
He jerked his cock faster in anticipation as April slowly approached him.
She lowered her ass onto his lap, then grabbed his shaft and guided his engorged cockhead toward her slit, rubbing it against her as it got there. April was bent forward, just enough to give him a perfect view of his throbbing mushroom as it disappeared into the depths of her heat.
Her pussy was warm butter wrapping around his throbbing shaft. Juices leaked down his enraged cock and swollen balls. Bo groaned, roughly grabbing her hips as he pulled her down over his dick.
April whimpered at the sudden fullness inside her quivering cunt.
Bo groaned as he watched his cock disappear into her sloppy sluthole over and over as she bobbed her ass wildly on his lap.
In all of his young life, Bo could
have never imagined he’d have the chance to fuck a hot piece of ass who knew how to hold a cock and a controller equally well.
He bucked his hips up into her ass, the shape of the chair making it easier to fuck her as hard as he wanted. Her vice-like pussy gripped his hard shaft tighter with every thrust, pushing him towards his climax faster than he would have liked.
April’s firm ass rippled with every bounce. She leaned back against Bo’s toned torso as he reached around and grabbed a handful of her tits, teasing her nipples as she fucked him.
Bo felt his balls tighten and his cock pulse inside her flaring cunt. April smiled at his brewing splatter and pulled herself from his throbbing meat, obviously unwilling to let him end their adventure too soon.
Bo watched her like a wild beast stalking its prey. He burned to dominate her.
April ran her fingers along his jawline, then crawled onto the bed on all fours, gazing at him over her shoulder. Her mischievous gleam stabbed into Bo’s soul like a bayonet, making his cock uncontrollably twitch.
Bo wondered what was next.
April answered his silent question by reaching beneath her pillow and pulling out a tube of lube. She thumbed the bottle open, then dribbled it all over her pale, round ass. Bo groaned in anticipation. April cast the bottle aside and smeared the glistening gel over her tight asshole, whimpering as she prodded her pucker with her fingers, then hissed as she forced one past her tight ring and into her ass.
Bo was speechless, watching as she slowly fucked herself, readying herself for him.
“Now it’s your turn,” she whispered, turning from Bo and looking down, as though submissive.
Bo was on her in a flash. He roughly grabbed her hips, then pulled her ass to the edge of the bed. She gasped, waiting for him to take her. He rubbed his throbbing cock up and down between her cheeks, coating it with the slick lube.
Bo gently pressed the tip of his dick into the tiny ring of her tight asshole.
April squealed in delight as she pressed her ass against him. Bo slid his raging cock completely inside, then waited a moment for her to give him an okay. Her ass was a vice around his shaft and he didn’t want to ruin the moment by hurting her.
She moaned long and loud as she slowly started to move her ass, timidly at first with short motions, then as her tight hole acclimated to the likely blend of pain and pleasure, she started bucking it faster, pounding her ass back against his hips as Bo joined her rhythm.
He pumped his hips hard and fast, his cock reaming her harder with every thrust.
April grabbed her bed sheets and held on tightly.
Fucking April’s ass was incredible. The slender muscles on her back flexed with each movement. He gripped her hips tighter, fucking her as though furious.
This was it.
The walls of her apartment echoed with their moaning as Bo fucked April faster and harder. Sweat beaded his forehead, then dripped onto her cheeks and back. Bo felt her fingers brush his swollen balls as she fingered her pussy fast enough to make fire.
Bo groaned, sharpening the thrusts of his rampaging cock, ready to fill her with seed. He reached under April to grab her tits, squeezing them as he lifted her from her hands and barreled himself into her ass.
April’s tight hole squeezed and milked his pulsating shaft as she came, screaming a high-pitched and piercing wail and bucking her ass uncontrollably against Bo’s body.
He couldn’t hold out any longer.
Bo groaned like a hungry animal and roughly rammed his dick inside her. April suddenly pulled herself from his cock again and scrambled to the floor, dropping to her knees as she dove on his throbber and swallowed it whole.
The moment the tip of his dick hit the back of her throat, Bo came harder than he ever had before. April gagged and choked as thick jizz pumped into her hot mouth, then down her eager throat. She circled the base of his cock with her thumb and forefinger, jacking him hard and tight, milking more of his spunk into her mouth and throat.
When he was finished, April continued to suck on his semi-flaccid dick. Somehow between her hard and soft alternating sucks and her tongue rimming his cockhead, she brought his spent dick back to life as he came again.
She pulled his shaft from her hot, wet mouth long enough to give him a wide smile.
“Game’s not over yet baby,” she teased, diving down on his shaft again.
Bo smiled and put his hands behind his head.
Now this was the sort of game he could get used to.
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The XXX Files
EPISODE 1
THE PARANORMAL EROTICA THRILLER SERIAL BEGINS!
Special Agents Brad Hammer and Courtney Grayson work for the mysterious paranormal sex crimes unit, Division 13.
Aliens, werewolves, vampires, and ghosts ... they thought they’d seen it all.
But then they are called on to a case which has them stumped ... a room full of dead people and enough “DNA Stains” to look like a Jackson Pollock painting!
The only male victim is a scientist for one of the most powerful pharmaceutical companies on the planet, and it seems he’s the victim of one of his own experiments — a cigarette called Red Breath which turns men into non-stop sex machines.
But it has another effect on women.
It turns them into something unlike anything the agents have ever seen before — a succubus that drains the life of anyone she has sex with.
Can the sex-obsessed Agent Hammer keep his pecker in his pants long enough to solve the crime or will he become the next victim in this case?
The XXX Files is an erotic paranormal thriller series. Part homage to “The X-Files,” part smut, and packed with hot sex, thrills, chills, humor, and cliffhanger endings that will have you hot and hooked.
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FOREWORD
I have a confession.
I’m a bit of a geek.
When I was younger, I LOVED “The X-Files.” Hell, I wanted to BE Agent Scully! She was a strong female character with a quiet sex appeal who played perfectly against the rogue sexiness of David Duchovny.
I loved watching the dynamic between them.
When I started writing smut, I wanted to test the waters with serial fiction. While I see it working extremely well in a few other genres, I don’t see much of it in smut.
And the feedback for Swallowing Secrets was awesome. People wrote me telling me how much they loved the characters, just like I love the characters in the books I write.
I set out to write smut with characters my readers could love and care for, so the reader reaction was gratifying. And since I’m always pushed to improve my craft, it nudged me further toward the decision to do a true serial.
I had a lot of ideas of stories I wanted to write, that would grab the reader by the crotch and hold them by the mind, but something kept bringing me back to the feeling I had back when I was watching “The X-Files.”
Then it slapped me right on the ass.
Why not write a smutty homage to “The X-Files?”
And not one of those corny porn titles based loosely on title only, but something that captures the spirit of the show, with characters you’ll actually love? This isn’t Mulder and Scully, or a cheap imitation, but they were my inspirational starting point to create flawed but lovable characters that you’ll get to know as the series continues.
Could I combine smut with a killer paranormal storyline, suspense, humor, and cliffhangers?
YES.
I’m shocked by how awesome this story is turning out! It’s sexy and thrilling, and rubbing me in two of my happiest places.
I hope you’ll love this as much as I do.
I can’t wait to hear what you think.
Please leave a review and tell your friends, because that’s the best way for me to give you more of what we both love.
Thank you for reading!
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Lexi Maxxwell
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The XXX Files
Season 1
Episode 1
Chapter One – Brad Hammer
Special Agent Brad Hammer tried to open his eyes, but if felt like someone had fucked them shut forever.
Bright light spilled into the $197 a night hotel room, harsh against the shattered fragments of fractured memories. He eased them open slowly.
Where in the hell am I?
Brad rubbed his neck, then moved his fingers to his temples, kneading them deep into his flesh as if the deeper they went the more likely he was to massage the pain and confusion away.
Brad wasn’t sure what was throbbing harder, his head or his morning pride. He forced his eyes open despite the light, then stared at the tent of sheet covering his cock. No girl had ever complained about the size of Brad’s dick – at a nice, thick nine and a half inches, the second hammer Brad’s daddy had given him on the day he was born had never had any problem pounding pussy into submission, but in the bright light of the muggy Atlanta morning bleeding through the windows, it looked two inches thicker than normal, and felt a full fifteen taller.
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