STORY 40: FUCKING THE PIZZA GUY (I)

Chapter 1 "Oh God, why does this feel so good?" I whispered to myself, my voice shaky and low in the empty room, legs spread wide on the bed, the erotic book propped open on my pillow. The story was about this woman getting fucked senseless by her boss in the office, his thick cock pounding her from behind while she begged for more. My fingers circled my clit slow at first, slippery from how wet I was, but the ache was building fast, that deep, insistent throb that came with ovulation. Every month it hit me like this, my body on fire, my pussy swollen and sensitive, craving something real to fill me up. I dipped two fingers inside, thrusting shallow, but it was not enough, not even close. My walls clenched around them, hungry for more, but my fingers felt too small, too soft. I need something thicker, longer, a cock, hard and veiny, stretching me wide, but unfortunately, I couldn't even go out maybe till a club. I bit my lip, my eyes scanning the page, imagining myself in the story, be