**Hot Pizza, Even Hotter Night**

I was starving after a long shift at the gym, so I ordered a large pepperoni pizza. When the doorbell rang, I wasn’t expecting anything more than a cardboard box and a greasy meal. But when I opened the door, I was hit with the sight of Nandini—this gorgeous, curvy delivery girl in tight jeans and a polo shirt that barely contained her tits.

“Manik?” she asked, holding up the pizza. Her dark eyes flicked over me, lingering on my bare chest and the sweatpants hanging low on my hips.

“Yeah, that’s me,” I said, taking the box from her. But instead of stepping back, I leaned against the doorframe, smirking. “You new? Haven’t seen you around before.”

Nandini shrugged, but there was a playful glint in her eyes. “First week. Tips are shit, though.”

I laughed and pulled out my wallet, but I had other ideas. “How about I give you a better tip inside?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Fuck it. Why not?”

As soon as I shut the door, Nandini pressed her body against mine, her hands sliding up my chest. I dropped the pizza on the counter and grabbed her ass, grinding my already-hard cock against her. Her breath hitched, and she moaned as I kissed her, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth.

I didn’t waste time. I pushed her against the wall, yanking her shirt down to expose her tits—full, round, with dark nipples already hard. I bent down and sucked one into my mouth while my fingers pinched the other. She arched into me, her fingers tangling in my hair.

“God, your mouth,” she gasped.

I could feel how wet she was when I slid my hand down her jeans, fingers slipping under her panties. Her pussy was soaked, her clit swollen under my touch. She whimpered as I rubbed slow circles around it, my dick throbbing at the sound.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” I growled, pulling my fingers out and sucking them clean. She tasted sweet, musky—I needed more.

I dragged her to the couch, pushing her down and yanking her jeans and panties off in one rough motion. Her pussy was bare, glistening, lips already parted and begging for me. I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her thighs without warning.

Nandini cried out, her hips bucking as my tongue lapped up her juices. I flicked her clit fast, then sucked it hard, making her thighs tremble. Her fingers fisted in my hair, pulling me deeper as she rocked against my mouth.

“Shit, don’t stop—fuck, right there!” she panted.

I slid two fingers inside her, curling them up as my tongue kept working her clit. She was so fucking tight, her walls clenching around my fingers as she got closer. I could feel her body tensing, her moans turning desperate.

Then she came hard, her legs shaking, back arching off the couch as she screamed. I didn’t let up, fucking her with my fingers until she was squirming, oversensitive.

But I wasn’t done.

I stood up, gripping my cock and lining it up with her soaked entrance. “You ready for me?”

Nandini bit her lip, spreading her legs wider. “Fuck me already.”

I pushed inside in one rough thrust, groaning at how tight and warm she was. Her pussy gripped me like a vise, pulsing around my dick as I started pumping in and out.

“God, you feel so good,” I grunted, slamming into her harder.

She matched my rhythm, her hips rolling to meet every thrust. “Harder—fuck me harder!”

I grabbed her thighs, spreading her wider as I pounded into her. The sound of our skin slapping together mixed with her moans, her tits bouncing with every deep stroke. I could feel her clenching around me again, her breath coming in short gasps.

“Gonna come again?” I growled.

“Yes—fuck, yes—”

I reached between us, rubbing her clit as I fucked her, and within seconds she was screaming, her pussy squeezing me so tight it almost hurt. That pushed me over the edge. With a groan, I buried myself deep inside her and came, pumping every last drop into her as she shuddered beneath me.

We collapsed together, panting, my cock still twitching inside her. Nandini laughed breathlessly. “Best tip I’ve ever gotten.”

I smirked, finally pulling out. “Pizza’s probably cold now.”

She grinned, reaching for the box. “Worth it.”

And as she took a bite, one leg still hooked over mine, I knew I was ordering pizza again tomorrow.