The next morning Ava woke up alone in bed, Ryan already gone to the office. Her body still hummed from Tyler's brutal fucking the day before — her pussy was sore, pleasantly stretched, and still leaking a faint trace of his cum. Yet the moment she stood up, the familiar empty ache returned.
*One cock is never enough anymore.*
She made coffee, still naked, and opened the delivery app on her phone. She didn't need anything. She just wanted to see if Tyler would come again. But when she scrolled through the options, a new banner popped up:
**Lightning Express – Same-day premium delivery. Faster. Stronger. Guaranteed.**
Ava smirked. *Why not?*
She ordered a random bottle of luxury body oil and hit "express." Within seconds the confirmation came:
**Driver: Derek Voss**
**ETA: 28 minutes**
She didn't think much of it.
Twenty-eight minutes later the doorbell rang.
Ava answered in nothing but a sheer white robe that was barely tied. The moment the door opened, she felt the shift in the air.
Derek Voss stood on her porch like he owned the neighborhood.
6'3" of pure muscle. Broad shoulders stretching his black Lightning Express polo, thick arms covered in full-sleeve tattoos — skulls, roses, and dark script. Short black hair, light stubble, and intense dark eyes that looked straight through her. His uniform pants did nothing to hide the massive bulge running down his left thigh.
He looked at Ava — robe clinging to her wet skin, nipples clearly visible, the tie so loose it threatened to fall open — and a slow, arrogant smirk spread across his face.
"Ava Bennett?" His voice was deep, rough, commanding. "Package for you. Signature required."
Ava felt her pussy clench instantly. This man was different from Tyler. Tyler was cocky and playful. Derek looked like he would break you and make you thank him for it.
"Come in," she said, voice already breathy. "I'll sign inside."
Derek stepped in without hesitation, closing the door behind him with his boot. He handed her the small box and a digital pad.
She took the pad, but instead of signing immediately she "accidentally" let the robe slip off one shoulder, exposing the full curve of one heavy breast. Derek's eyes dropped straight to it. His cock visibly thickened in his pants.
Ava signed slowly, then handed the pad back. Their fingers brushed. Electricity shot through both of them.
Derek didn't move to leave. He just stared at her, eyes dark.
"You know," he said, voice low, "Tyler from the other company brags about this route. Says he's got a 'regular' here who can't get enough."
Ava's breath hitched. So they knew each other.
Derek stepped closer, towering over her. "But I don't like sharing regulars. And I don't like Tyler. So when I saw your name on my board this morning… I made sure I took the run."
He reached out and casually tugged the tie of her robe. The thin fabric fell open completely, leaving Ava standing naked in front of him.
Derek's eyes raked over her body — heavy tits, hard nipples, smooth pussy still slightly puffy from yesterday. He licked his lips.
"Fuck… Tyler wasn't lying about how hot you are."
Ava smiled, already dripping. "Then what are you going to do about it?"
Derek didn't answer with words.
He grabbed her by the waist, lifted her like she weighed nothing, and slammed her back against the wall. His mouth crashed down on hers — rough, demanding, tongue invading. One big tattooed hand squeezed her breast hard while the other shoved between her legs. Two thick fingers pushed straight into her soaked pussy.
Ava moaned into his mouth. Derek fingered her roughly, curling hard, thumb grinding her clit.
"Already dripping for me?" he growled against her lips. "Tyler must not have fucked you properly yesterday."
He dropped to his knees, threw one of her legs over his shoulder, and buried his face in her pussy. His tongue was aggressive — long, flat licks followed by hard suction on her clit. He ate her like a man starved, groaning at her taste.
Ava came hard within two minutes, screaming, thighs shaking around his head.
Derek stood up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and freed his cock.
Thick, veined meat sprang out — even bigger and girthier than Tyler's. The head was fat and flared. Ava's eyes widened with pure lust.
Derek grabbed her hips, lifted her again, and impaled her on his cock in one savage thrust.
"FUUUUCK!" Ava screamed. The stretch was brutal, perfect. Derek started pounding her against the wall — hard, deep, punishing strokes that made her tits bounce violently. The wet slapping of skin on skin filled the house.
"You're mine now," he growled, biting her neck. "Tell Tyler to find a new route. This pussy belongs to Lightning Express from today."
He fucked her mercilessly — changing angles, slapping her ass, sucking on her bouncing tits. Ava came twice more, squirting around his thick shaft, before Derek roared and unloaded deep inside her. Rope after thick rope of hot cum flooded her womb, overflowing and running down her thighs.
He kept her pinned to the wall for a long moment, cock still twitching inside her.
Then he pulled out, tucked himself away, and smirked.
"Next time you want a real delivery… call Lightning Express. Ask for Derek."
He left the box on the table, gave her one last possessive slap on the ass, and walked out.
Ava slid down the wall, legs shaking, cum pouring out of her ruined pussy.
Two delivery drivers now.
And she was going to use both of them.
**To be continued…**
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