Hot Delivery Guy Novels & Stories

I open the front door, bend over to grab the plastic bag with the milk cartons, and the hallway’s empty except for— “Hey. You Chloe?” The delivery guy’s still there, leaning against the wall like he was waiting. Tall, brown skin, arms covered in ink, orange rider jacket half-zipped. His eyes flick down to my legs—specifically the shiny trail of cum glistening on my thigh—then snap back up to my face. Something shifts behind his pupils, like a light switching on. My phone chimes in my hand, that same fairy-death sound. Pink screen: New offer! ♡ $200 – 4 minutes – Right now

Didn't he just eat lunch with Ariella inside? Fifteen minutes passed and the food delivery guy reached the company building. The receptionist in the lobby allowed him to go up to the top floor. Seeing that only Kathleen was in his sight at that level, he approached her directly. "Delivery for my Kathleen was a cute little baby kitty. Who's that?" The delivery guy read that aloud from a piece of paper. 'What kind of name did he put when he ordered the food?!' Kathleen screamed internally with her face turning red due to embarrassment.

She stayed up late last night binge-watching dramas and felt extremely tired, so she called her neighbor Gisselle. "Sisters, the takeout is here, go and get it quickly." Gisselle stayed up late watching TV series with her. She was also very tired, but as soon as she heard the food delivery, she immediately became energetic and said, "Okay, got it!" She quickly got out of bed. She ran happily to the door, when it opened, she was stunned. At the entrance, there was someone delivering something, but it wasn't a delivery person. Instead, there were several well-dressed handsome men and beautiful women standing, each holding a thick stack of clothes wrapped in dustproof bags. Gisselle glanced sli

Caye said. “Mcdo delivery!” Our eyes widened as we heard that voice from the outside. We immediately went into our terrace like a child. “Where’s Lou Verdetto?” the delivery guy asked. “I’m Lou! Get inside Kuya!” I told him and he gets inside and started getting our orders from the bag. “Double check those please.” He said right after he placed all of our orders on the table. “It’s complete Kuya!” I handed him a tip and he smiled at me genuinely.

"Adam, dude, I think my stomach is upset. I have been in and out of the toilet since earlier. I'm gonna need you to do me a favor, okay? I was supposed to do some delivery but as you can see, I can't at the moment so please do it for me. Thank you! You're the best friend ever!" The fūcker didn't even let me respond and he quickly ran away while clenching his ass and I snorted a laugh. I shook my head and went to the kitchen to take the delivery. I read the address and told Sean, a fellow waiter, that I will do some delivery. I put the bags in the compartment safely and rode the motorcycle to the company. I rarely do some deliveries because I was better as a waiter, but there are times when I

I walked to the door and opened it with a casual smile. The delivery guy standing there was younger than usual — probably 23 or 24. He was tall, maybe 6’2”, with an athletic build, messy dark hair, strong arms, and a cute, slightly nervous face. His uniform shirt stretched across his chest, and his name tag read “Liam.” He was holding the sushi bag, but the second he saw me, his eyes went wide. He tried to stay professional, but his gaze immediately dropped to my deep cleavage, then lower to my bare thighs and the way the robe was barely covering my ass.

His appeal was flaming hot that when he started to walk in front of you, you won’t have any choice but to be intimidated and attracted by his looks. I know that it is weird to know from someone he just knocked up but this is coming genuinely deep inside my heart. When Bullet opened the door, it was only then that I realized that it was pizza delivery. I thanked God that the delivery guy did not arrive at the right moment where I was about to have my climax. It will be downright disappointing for me! I saw Bullet pay the delivery guy before he closed the door. When he walked towards me again, he was all smiles as if he was about to give me the reward of a lifetime.

I wipe my palms down the front of my threadbare scrub pants, even though they’re already soaked with sweat. My heart slams like it’s trying to escape. I inch toward the peephole as if it’s wired to a landmine. I nearly slip on the box as I rush to it, panic clawing through my skin. If it’s the same delivery guy, maybe I can ask what the hell kind of horror-movie packaging service he’s running. I look. And wish I fucking hadn’t. He’s standing there. The guy from 407.

You could gain quick access to a place. These two couples let me into the house to drop their order. If everyone was going to give me such easy access in Kenvy it would ease my job towards finding out what was going on more effortlessly. Among all the deliveries I made today. There was one delivery that had me thinking some people in Kenvy were not normal. A teenage girl caught me off guard with her actions. Our dialogue was kind of funny. She was no more than seventeen years old. "Hi, I am from Pizza Lovers. Here is your package. I hope you enjoy it. Bye," I gave the young lady and turned to leave instantly.

Levi laughed, “You seem to like asking other people questions all the time. I'm not the delivery person, I came here by chance and saw a food delivery person standing in front of your door so I paid. Fast food like this is not good for your health. You haven't had dinner yet, right?" Bella also thought Levi couldn’t be a delivery person since no delivery person would drive a supercar to deliver fast food to a customer. If he really were a delivery person, no customer would be richer than him. But in her mind, Bella imagined Levi as a delivery person getting scolded by a customer, wondering how he would react. He might just buy the customer’s house and kick them out. "Aren’t you going to take