Boy girl is the classic one-woman, one-man pairing of the early Tushy catalogue, 2015 to 2017, with stories such as I Seduced My Boyfriend's Best Friend and I Had Anal Sex With My Personal Trainer. 20+ scenes; Xander Corvus, Markus Dupree and Chris Strokes are the names that come back.
Eva sits at her desk, staring at a blank screen. A whole year since her last book hit number one, and the calls from her publisher keep coming. They want pages. She has nothing. He walks in, shuts the door behind him. No small talk. He just looks at her the way a man looks when he already knows what he wants. She feels it low in her belly before she even stands up. Her blouse comes off first. He steps close, palms her breasts through the thin bra until the nipples tighten against the fabric. He peels it down, slow, then cups her bare skin, thumbs dragging over the stiff peaks. She exhales through her teeth. He turns her around, bends her over the desk. Her skirt rides up. He runs his hands over the curve of her ass, squeezes, spreads. Big and soft under his grip. He hooks her panties aside and drags two fingers through her folds. She is already wet. He pushes one finger in, then another, working her open with steady strokes while his thumb circles her clit. She pushes back against his hand. He pulls his fingers free, unzips, and lines up. One smooth thrust and he is inside her, filling her deep. She gasps. He fucks her slow at first, letting her feel every inch, then picks up the pace. The desk creaks under them. His hips slap against her ass with every stroke. He reaches under her, finds her clit again, rubs it in tight circles while he pounds into her. She comes hard, legs shaking, face pressed to the wood. He keeps going until he groans and spills inside her, holding her hips tight as he finishes. Later she sits back down at the laptop. Fingers hover over the keys. This time the words come easy.
Eva sits at her desk, staring at a blank screen. A whole year since her last book hit number one, and the calls from her publisher keep coming. They want pages. She has nothing. He walks in, shuts the door behind him. No small talk. He just looks at her the way a man looks when he already knows what he wants. She feels it low in her belly before she even stands up. Her blouse comes off first. He steps close, palms her breasts through the thin bra until the nipples tighten against the fabric. He peels it down, slow, then cups her bare skin, thumbs dragging over the stiff peaks. She exhales through her teeth. He turns her around, bends her over the desk. Her skirt rides up. He runs his hands over the curve of her ass, squeezes, spreads. Big and soft under his grip. He hooks her panties aside and drags two fingers through her folds. She is already wet. He pushes one finger in, then another, working her open with steady strokes while his thumb circles her clit. She pushes back against his hand. He pulls his fingers free, unzips, and lines up. One smooth thrust and he is inside her, filling her deep. She gasps. He fucks her slow at first, letting her feel every inch, then picks up the pace. The desk creaks under them. His hips slap against her ass with every stroke. He reaches under her, finds her clit again, rubs it in tight circles while he pounds into her. She comes hard, legs shaking, face pressed to the wood. He keeps going until he groans and spills inside her, holding her hips tight as he finishes. Later she sits back down at the laptop. Fingers hover over the keys. This time the words come easy.
