Tyler Reynolds sat in his delivery van on the side of Maple Street, engine idling, half-eaten sandwich in his hand. The afternoon sun beat down on the windshield. He was supposed to be on his way to the next stop, but he had pulled over the moment the notification popped up on his phone.
**Lightning Express Order – Ava Bennett – Delivered 41 minutes ago by Derek Voss**
Tyler stared at the screen until the letters blurred. His jaw tightened. The sandwich tasted like ash now.
Derek Voss.
That tattooed, cocky prick from the rival company. The one who always bragged in the drivers' group chat about "stealing regulars." The one who had been eyeing Ava's route for weeks.
Tyler had known the second he saw the order confirmation yesterday that something was off. Ava had used Lightning Express instead of his company. But he told himself it was a one-off. Maybe she was in a hurry. Maybe she didn't notice.
Now he knew the truth.
He opened the group chat for local drivers — the secret one where they traded stories, tips, and sometimes photos of their conquests. Someone had posted a screenshot from Derek's private story.
**Derek Voss:** Just claimed the hottest MILF on my new route. Married. Tight. Screamed my name while I filled her. Tyler's "regular" is officially mine now 😈
Attached was a blurry but unmistakable photo — Ava bent over her couch, Derek's thick cock buried deep inside her from behind, her face twisted in ecstasy.
Tyler's stomach dropped like a stone.
He read the comments flooding in:
**DriverJake:** Lmao Tyler got cucked by the new guy
**SpeedySteve:** Bro your "special customer" just got upgraded
**BigDickDelivery:** Send the full video next time Derek
Tyler's grip on the phone tightened until the screen cracked slightly at the edges. His heart pounded with pure rage.
*That fucking whore.*
He had spent weeks grooming Ava. The flirty glances at the door. The way he had teased her with his bulge that first day. The rough fuck over the couch where she had squirted for him. He had marked her. She was *his* married slut. The one he bragged about in the group. The one he jerked off to at night thinking about how he had turned that wife into his personal cumdump.
And now Derek — that oversized, tattooed animal — had taken her.
Tyler's cock was rock-hard despite the fury. He hated how turned on the jealousy made him. He hated that the image of Derek railing Ava made his own dick throb.
He replayed the photo in his mind. Ava's heavy tits swinging. Her mouth open in that slutty face she made when she was getting properly fucked. The way her pussy gripped Derek's thicker cock.
*He's bigger than me.*
The thought burned. Tyler had always been proud of his big dick. It was his weapon. His identity. But Derek was even more bigger and thicker. The photo proved it.
Tyler slammed his fist against the steering wheel. "Fuck!"
He imagined Ava on her knees for Derek. Begging for his cum. Telling Derek how much better he was than her husband… and now better than Tyler too.
The possessiveness hit him like a drug. Ava was *his* conquest. His trophy. The married nympho he had turned. And now some rival driver had walked in and claimed her like it was nothing.
Tyler's breathing grew ragged. He pulled his cock out right there in the van and started stroking furiously to the screenshot. Jealousy and lust twisted together until he couldn't tell them apart.
He came hard within a minute, thick ropes splattering the steering wheel, but the orgasm felt hollow. Empty.
*She's going to choose him now.*
The thought made him sick.
He cleaned up quickly, mind racing. He couldn't let this stand. He had to remind Ava who fucked her better. Who made her scream louder. Who owned that married pussy first.
He opened the chat with Ava and typed:
**Tyler:** Saw you used Lightning Express today. Bad choice. My cock misses that tight married hole. When's the next order? I'll make sure it's me who delivers… and I'll fuck you twice as hard to remind you who you belong to.
He hit send.
Then he stared at the message, chest heaving.
Part of him wanted to drive straight to her house right now and reclaim her on the same couch Derek had used. Bend her over, slap her ass, make her scream his name until she forgot Derek even existed.
But another darker part of him — the part he didn't like admitting — was already imagining watching Derek fuck her again. Maybe even joining them. Making Ava choose which cock she wanted more while both of them used her.
The jealousy was eating him alive.
And it was turning him on more than anything ever had.
Tyler started the van and drove off, jaw clenched, cock already twitching again at the thought of the war that had just begun.
Ava Bennett had two delivery drivers now.
And Tyler was going to make damn sure he came out on top.
**To be continued…**
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