Pizza Delivery

Markus Ivanov sits at his desk, pages scattered everywhere, words stuck on the page. A knock breaks the silence. He opens the door, sees Gina Valentina holding a pizza box, and barely glances at her. She knows who he is. She says his name like she’s waited for this moment. He tries to shut her out, but Gina slips past him, eyes hungry, mouth already watering for more than pepperoni. She drops the box, drops to her knees, and takes him in her mouth right there by the open door. The city hums outside while she works him with lips and tongue until he’s thick and throbbing. He grabs her hair, pushes deeper, then pulls her up, spins her around, and bends her over the table. He slides into her from behind, hard and fast, hips slapping skin. She moans, pushes back, takes every inch. He flips her onto the couch, spreads her wide, and fucks her missionary before she climbs on top, riding him in cowgirl, tits bouncing, sweat shining. She grinds down, circles her hips, then turns around to grind the other way until he grips her ass and drives up into her. Gina drops forward on all fours again, and he pounds her doggystyle until she shakes and he spills deep inside. Breathless, they stay tangled on the cushions, pizza forgotten, book unfinished, both of them still pulsing.