**The Delivery**

I was working late at the office, the last one left as usual, when the buzzer for the front door rang. I frowned—no one was supposed to be here this late. Swiping my keycard, I opened the door and immediately sucked in a breath.

Standing there was Marcus, the new delivery guy from the warehouse. He was built like a damn linebacker—tall, broad-shouldered, arms thick enough to crush me. His dark skin glistened under the fluorescent lights, and his smirk told me he knew exactly what he was doing showing up so late.

“Package for you,” he said, voice deep as hell.

“Uh—this isn’t the warehouse,” I stammered, trying not to stare at the way his black t-shirt stretched across his chest.

“Didn’t say it was.” He stepped inside before I could stop him, pushing the door shut with one hand. “Got somethin’ else for you, though.”

My face burned. I knew what he meant. I’d been stealing glances at him for weeks, biting my lip when he bent over to pick up boxes, his jeans hugging his thick thighs. And now here he was, inches from me, smelling like sweat and something warm.

“You been watchin’ me, huh?” he murmured, tilting my chin up. “Little white boy like you, thinkin’ ‘bout gettin’ wrecked by a real man.”

My knees almost buckled. I didn’t even try to deny it. “Yeah,” I breathed.

Marcus chuckled, low and dirty, and then his hands were on me—big palms sliding under my shirt, fingers digging into my hips. I gasped as he shoved me against the nearest desk, grinding his hips into me. His cock was already hard, thick as hell even through his jeans.

“You ever had a black cock before?” he growled, biting my ear.

I shook my head fast, heart hammering.

“Bet you been dreamin’ ‘bout it, though.” His fingers yanked my belt open, then my pants, shoving them down my thighs. “Bet you wanna know what it’s like to take all this fuckin’ meat.”

I moaned when his hand wrapped around my dick, stroking me rough. His grip was firm, making my hips jerk.

“Look at you,” Marcus sneered, watching me squirm. “White boy so desperate for it, already leakin’.”

I was. My cock throbbed in his fist, pre-cum spilling over his fingers. He spat in his palm and stroked me harder, making me whine.

Then he spun me around, bending me over the desk. His hands shoved my shirt up, my ass bare in the air. I heard his zipper, then the wet sound of him spitting again—right onto my hole.

“You better relax,” he warned, pressing the fat head of his cock against me. “Ain’t gonna be gentle.”

I clenched the desk as he pushed in, my body stretching wide. He was *huge*—thick, heavy, the kind of dick that made my back arch just trying to take it. Marcus groaned, gripping my hips as he buried himself deeper.

“Fuck, that’s tight.” He slapped my ass, making me yelp. “Take it, bitch. You wanted this, now *take it*.”

He pulled out halfway and slammed back in, hips pistoning hard. I cried out, my cock dripping onto the floor beneath me. Every thrust punched the air from my lungs, my ass clenching around him. Marcus leaned over me, one hand fisting my hair, the other wrapping around my throat.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he rasped in my ear. “Take this black dick like you’re made for it.”

Pleasure burned through me, raw and overwhelming. His balls slapped against me, the sound filthy in the empty office. I reached down to stroke myself, but Marcus smacked my hand away.

“Nah,” he growled. “You don’t get to cum ‘til I say.”

He fucked me harder, hips snapping, my toes curling as the pressure built. Sweat rolled down his chest onto my back, his breathing rough.

“You wanna cum?” he panted, fingers digging into my skin.

“Please—” I whimpered.

“Say it.”

“I—I need to cum, *please*—”

Marcus laughed darkly, his thrusts turning brutal. “Then do it. Cum all over this desk like the little white slut you are.”

I came so hard my vision blurred, ropes of cum shooting onto the desk. Marcus groaned as my ass clenched around him, his own hips stuttering.

“Fuck—gonna breed this tight ass,” he grunted, slamming into me one last time before his cock pulsed deep inside. I could feel him filling me up, hot and thick.

He pulled out slowly, making me whimper, then turned me around to face him. His dark eyes burned as he wiped his cock on my shirt.

“Next time,” he said, smirking, “we ain’t stoppin’ at one round.”

And damn if I didn’t already know I’d be waiting for him.