Pizza Delivery Stud Claims Sissy

Sissy’s heart fluttered the second the doorbell rang. She’d ordered the usual—extra-large pepperoni with garlic knots—knowing exactly who would bring it. Jake. The same broad-shouldered, square-jawed delivery boy who had been showing up at her apartment three nights a week for the last two months. She told herself it was just a silly crush, but the truth was simpler: she loved the way his eyes always lingered a beat too long when she answered the door in her oversized hoodies.

Tonight she wasn’t wearing a hoodie.

The black lace bra cupped her small, perky breasts perfectly, the matching garter belt cinched tight around her narrow waist. Sheer black stockings clung to her smooth, shaved legs, and the tiny lace panties barely contained her smooth cock and balls, the front already damp from nervous excitement. A short silk robe in deep crimson hung open over everything, the belt barely tied. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was tousled just enough to look freshly fucked. She felt obscene. She felt perfect.

She opened the door.

Jake stood there in his red company polo, the fabric stretched tight across his muscled chest. The pizza box looked small in his large hands. His hazel eyes dropped instantly from her face to the exposed lace and silk, and his mouth actually parted. The tension snapped between them like a live wire.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You… you always wear that underneath?”

Sissy felt her cheeks burn, but she didn’t close the robe. Instead she let her hips shift, letting the silk slide open another inch. “Only on special nights.”

Jake’s gaze dragged up her thighs, over the garters, across the sheer cups of the bra, and finally back to her painted lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I’ve been jerking off thinking about you for months. Every time I drop a pizza here I go home and imagine peeling you out of whatever you’ve got on underneath those baggy clothes.”

The raw honesty in his voice made her clit twitch inside the lace. She’d never been this bold before, but his hunger was infectious. Sissy let the silk robe fall completely open, revealing every expensive, slutty detail.