**The Pizza Delivery**

I wasn’t expecting anything other than dinner when I ordered pizza that night. Nandini was out with her friends, and I was feeling lazy—just another Friday night alone. But when the doorbell rang and I opened it, I immediately knew this wasn’t going to be a normal delivery.

The guy standing there was tall, broad-shouldered, with a cocky smirk that made my stomach tighten. He held the pizza box in one hand, but his eyes were locked onto mine like he was already undressing me. “Manik, right?” he asked, his voice low and rough. “That’ll be 800 rupees.”

I reached for my wallet, but before I could pull out the cash, his free hand caught my wrist. His grip was firm, warm, and the way his thumb stroked my skin sent a jolt straight to my dick. “Or,” he murmured, stepping into my apartment without waiting for an invitation, “we could work out another way to settle the bill.”

The door clicked shut behind him, and suddenly, he was pressing me against the wall, the pizza box forgotten on the counter. His mouth crashed onto mine, hot and demanding, his tongue pushing past my lips like he owned them. I groaned into the kiss, my cock already hardening against the rough fabric of my jeans.

His hands were everywhere—gripping my ass, sliding under my shirt, calloused fingers teasing my nipples until I was panting. “Fuck,” I gasped when he pulled back just enough to yank my shirt over my head. “You do this often?”

He smirked, one hand already working my belt open. “Only for the right customers.”

Then his fingers were in my pants, wrapping around my cock, and I groaned as he stroked me slow and firm. “Turn around,” he ordered, his voice thick with hunger.

I didn’t hesitate. I spun, pressing my hands against the wall as he shoved my jeans and boxers down my thighs. His palm landed on my ass with a sharp *smack*, making me hiss. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growled, his fingers tracing my hole before pressing in, just one at first, then two, stretching me open with rough, impatient thrusts.

I was already leaking, my dick throbbing between my legs, when I felt him spit against my hole before the thick head of his cock pushed against me. “Relax,” he muttered, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.

I barely had time to brace before he was shoving inside, my body burning as he stretched me wide. “Shit—fuck,” I choked out, my fingers scraping against the wall. He didn’t stop, didn’t give me time to adjust—just buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust, his hips slamming into my ass with a filthy *smack*.

“That’s it,” he hissed, his fingers digging into my skin. “Take it.”

Then he was fucking me, hard and deep, his cock dragging roughly against my walls with every snap of his hips. The sounds were obscene—skin slapping, my choked moans, his ragged breathing as he pounded into me like he was trying to break me apart.

One hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back, and his mouth was on my neck, biting and sucking as he fucked me harder. “You like that?” he growled against my skin. “Like getting railed by your fucking delivery guy?”

“Yes—*fuck*—yes,” I gasped, my cock dripping onto the floor beneath me.

He laughed, low and dark, before sliding his hand around to grip my dick, stroking me in time with his thrusts. It was too much—the stretch of his cock inside me, his fingers tight around mine, the way his body pinned me against the wall.

I came with a broken moan, splattering his hand and the floor as my hole clenched around him. He groaned, his hips stuttering, before he buried himself deep and came with a rough curse, his cock pulsing inside me.

For a second, neither of us moved. Then he pulled out, leaving me shuddering and empty. He smirked, wiping his hands on my discarded shirt before grabbing the pizza box and tossing it onto the table. “Enjoy your meal,” he said, adjusting himself before heading for the door.

I was still catching my breath when he paused, glancing back with that same cocky grin. “Next time,” he said, “I expect a bigger tip.”

Then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him.

And I was left with a cold pizza, a wrecked ass, and the desperate need to order delivery again *very* soon.