Hunky Pizza Guy Also Delivers Earth-Shattering Orgasms

“What toppings would you like?” the baritone voice asked.

Yes, I wanted to be topped. I wanted Joel to top me any which way he desired. But I said, “Pepperoni and olives.”

“Rochelle’s Regular.”

I could hear the smile in Joel’s voice. Since I’d moved into the neighborhood, I phoned in an order at least once a week. Every time I called, I thought of telling Joel what I really wanted to devour. My carnal cravings didn’t have anything to do with pizza but everything to do with my sexual appetite.

“Be there in forty-five minutes,” he said. “The weather is slowing everything down.”

The snow was falling hard and heavy, but my apartment was... Leer Más