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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.
 

Brad pulled the sheet from his dick.
 

Holy fucking WOW. That one eyed Sequoia can’t be mine!

Brad was staring at a fat slab of monster meat, a good twelve inches, and nearly half as wide as a baseball bat. He couldn’t imagine a slit in Atlanta, or the entire South for that matter, who wouldn’t get slippery as a bar of soap after swallowing that.
 

He curled his fingers around his throbbing cock, then closed his eyes, searching for a thread of memory to stitch his thoughts together from the previous night. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember a goddamn thing. He remembered checking into the moderately priced Atlanta hotel, just expensive enough to give the bean counters in Division 13 something to bitch about. But he didn’t remember which hotel, and sure as shit didn’t remember why he was in Atlanta, or if he had come with Grayson or alone.
 

Then again, how could he remember anything when every drop of blood in his body was swelling the walls of his cock? There was a saying about how men couldn’t think when their little head was in charge. While Brad had been led to many dumb decisions, thanks to his cock, he’d never been so pre-occupied by thoughts of sex that he could do nothing else ... until now.

He had to cum and he had to cum now. It wasn’t an impulse, it was a biological fucking imperative!

Brad wrapped his fingers tighter around his dick, his eyes widening at the surprising girth, then started to pump his pain into pleasure. He closed his eyes and sank into the images that were strobing through his mind – powerful, conflicting, and some of them smothering all sense of the reality he knew.
 

Brad pumped himself harder, as thick veins thrummed against his fingers. He eased his digits down to the base, afraid that he would start jacking so fast that the friction would burn him at the tip.
 

“AAAaaaahhhhh,” he moaned, throwing his head back and driving his dick faster toward its inevitable spill.
 

Images he didn’t understand tumbled through his mind like mislaid memories:

He was in a bathroom with jade green tiled walls and mahogany colored wood. A girl with lightly bronzed skin was on her knees, looking up at him with wide doe eyes, and long cascades of coffee-colored hair showering each shoulder. “Please,” she begged. I have to suck your cock.” Her tank top was pulled over the top of a pair of unbelievable tits, with blush-pink nipples pointing straight like two tiny bullets.
 

That must’ve been the girl from last night. He must have brought her up to the room.
 

No, that’s not what happened...