The Big O (An OTT Insta-love STANDALONE) (11 page)

“Oh my God,” I moaned again, throwing back my head with a sharp arch of my back. As he continued to work my clit, oh so deliciously, I pinched my hard nipples, twirling them, arousing myself further, and began to rock my pelvis against his face. Side to side and in circles. My eyes were squeezed shut. The pressure between my legs was building so fast I was beginning to see stars. Somehow, between all the moans, groans and whimpers, I found my voice. I was so close to the cusp.

“Owen, I think I’m going to come all over your face!” Acknowledging me, he squeezed my butt cheeks, his touch bringing me even closer to climaxing.

“Oh, oh, oh!” I cried out as he sucked my clit into his mouth and then as he kissed it, making a succulent sound, I screamed out his name, giving his face a hot bath with a blast from my release.

As I tried to catch my breath, he shifted me so I was sitting below his six-pack. His broad sculpted chest was in full view, the hair on it glistening with a trail of my juices. A big satisfied smile beamed on his stubbled face, his lips glazed with my slickness. My eyes stayed on him as he licked his upper lip.

“Good morning, my princess.”

“Good morning, my king.”

Y
ou’d think that succulent breakfast would have totally satisfied my hunger for her. Wrong. It only made me hungrier. My sweet, sweet Olive. She was a like a sugar addiction; I couldn’t get enough of her. Eating her as I watched her fondle those scrumptious tits made me horny as shit. The next time I went down on her like that, I was going to make her face the other way so she could play with my junk and get me off. I could definitely get used to starting my day that way.

It was hard to believe how much my life had changed literally over night. I never thought I’d find true love and I certainly never believed in love at first sight. But Olive had changed all that. Usually my feet were dragging in cement, but now I was floating on cloud nine. Hell, I was even dreaming in slo-mo. Thinking of little Olive and Owen babies. I wanted to shout out to the world I was in love. Me. Fucking Owen King. The Donut King.

Then, there was reality. Today was a big day—the casting session for our Donut King commercial. Jaime Zander had emailed me that his casting director had lined up hundreds of girls to audition for the lead. The Big O Girl as he referred to her. As far as I was concerned, there was only one Big O Girl in the whole world. My big, beautiful Olive.

The thought of her drove me crazy with want. My cock was throbbing and my hormones were bouncing off the walls. If I was going to function today and make important decisions, I couldn’t be walking around with my dick about to burst out of my pants all day. So after telling my delicious Olive to make herself at home—my house was now her home, too, though she didn’t know that—I decided to take a shower and jerk myself off. As much as I wanted to take one with Olive, I knew I wouldn’t be able to control myself and would want to ravage her. She’d had enough of my cock to last her lifetime. My poor virginal beauty was probably still sore; I’d likely ripped her apart with my size and I wanted her to heal. I needed her whole, no pun intended.

My state-of-the-art steam shower was the size of a small room and could easily hold six people. As the multiple jets of water came down upon me from the ceiling like a waterfall, I looked out the window. My cock throbbed. There she was in my garden picking flowers. Barefoot, she looked like an angel in my big white oversized dress shirt. When she bent down to pick a bloom, I could see her gorgeous ripe ass. It was definitely an ass that had never seen the sun. Smooth as satin and shaped like a heart, it was a sight to behold, and as I soaped up my aching cock, I thought about what it might be like to fuck it. My imagination went into overdrive as I began to stroke myself. She was bent over my desk, her legs spread. I shoved up her dress, pulled down her panties, and then spread her exquisite plump cheeks. Before my eyes was the most exquisite donut hole I’d ever seen. All pink and puckered. All she needed was a little glaze.

“What are you doing, Owen?” she asked in her sweet little voice.

“Something I’ve never done to any woman but you, my princess.” It was true. I was a virgin when it came to butt fucking. Before Olive, no one’s ass had ever captivated me to the point of wanting to devour it with my cock. Olive was different. I wanted to fuck her every which way I could. Own every part of her.

“Relax, princess,” I said as I released the button of my slacks and unzipped my fly. In one swoop, I slid down my boxer briefs and pants to my ankles, freeing my already erect cock. A bead of pre-cum dotted the crown like a sprinkle, but my princess was going to need more than this to make my cock feel good inside her back entrance. I searched my desk for something to use. I found it immediately.

Donut flavored lubricant. I kid you not. We had a grab bag at our Christmas party last year and everyone was asked to contribute an anonymous gag gift. This is the one I picked. I’m sure it was from Clint. It had sat on my desk for almost six months and now was the time to try it out. All natural and sugar-free, it had actually gotten five-star reviews on Amazon. Let’s see if it really delivered.

I screwed off the cap, and instantly, a delicious aroma wafted to my nose. Jesus. This stuff really did smell like one of our donuts fresh from the fryer. Optimistic, I squirted some on the tip of my middle finger—I liked the consistency, not too watery or thick—and then put the finger to my mouth. I took a lick. Wow. It was fucking delicious! It tasted just like our secret formula glaze. My enterprising mind was working a mile a minute…maybe we should buy out this product and rebrand it as Donut King Lubricant for the biggest, sweetest orgasms you’ll ever have.

“Owen, what smells so good?” asked my sweet Olive, bringing me back to the business at hand.

“You, baby.” I kissed the nape of her neck and then squirted a generous amount of the yummy lube on my cock, making sure my entire shaft was nicely coated.

“Baby, I really need you to relax and trust me.”

“Oh, Owen, I trust with all my heart.”

“Good. This is going to feel uncomfortable at first, but I think you’ll get used to it quickly.”

Without dicking around, I put my well-lubricated cock to her entrance. Her own sweet little donut hole. She jolted a bit. So far, so good.

“Hold on, princess,” I told her as I spread her cheeks as wide as I could. My eager cock twitched in anticipation.

Inhaling, I penetrated her. Sweet Jesus. Her warm pucker felt so fucking good, hugging my wide crown like a suction cup.

She squeaked out a little “oh” as she jolted again.

“You ready?”

She nodded twice, her hands clutching the edge of the desk, her lustrous hair dusting the surface. Fuck. I wish I could see her face.

Steadying her by her hips, I slowly plunged my rigid length into her searing hole inch by hungry inch, and as I felt myself stretch her, she winced.

Concern filled me as I pushed in further. “You okay, princess?”

“Yes,” she breathed out, nodding as she did.

“Does it hurt?”

“No. I-I just feel so full.”

And I felt like I was baking in one of those Easy Bake Ovens. My cock was swelling like a loaf of bread. I can’t begin to tell you how good she felt. Plundering her pussy had been a mind-blowing experience, but this was something else because she was so damn hot and tight. And it was a brand new experience for me. I felt like a conqueror exploring a new land. The King’s empire was expanding one fuck at a time. And I wouldn’t be satisfied until I claimed every ounce of her.

Thanks to the donut-scented lube, I glided smoothly back down her chasm, feeling her muscles relax as I did. Ready to take her deeper, I shoved my cock back in as far it could go. A long sigh replaced the wince.

“How do you feel?” I asked, still worried about her well-being as I slid it back down again.

“So good. Please do it again, my king.”

A relieved smile curled up my lips. “Princess, I’m going to fuck your sweet ass now. We’re going to start out slowly and then I’m going to take you to the moon. If it gets too much for you, let me know.”

“Okay.”

“Now hold on. We’re ready to rock ’n roll.”

Within a few moments, I was pumping her backdoor at a steady, even keel. Sexy little whimpers clogged her throat as she began to buck her hips to meet my thrusts, her soft cheeks meeting the slap of my balls. Holy Jesus. She was a natural at this. It was time to pick up the pace. Going at it fast and furiously, I didn’t think my cock was going to last very long. But I wanted us to come together so I moved one hand to her clit and began to vigorously rub it like I was whipping up a batter. She was dripping wet with desperation, her arousal equal to mine. Ragged pants filled the room.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she began to shriek.

My favorite little word that was leading to something so big. And so beautiful. On my next deep thrust, I grunted and we both imploded, my release so plentiful it spilled down her inner thighs. Clutching her, I collapsed onto her back with a groan.

The sound of my own groan brought me out of my fantasy and I realized I’d made myself come while fantasizing fucking Olive in the ass. Relief gave way to alarm as a loud wail filled my ears. My heart pounded with dread. Had something happened to my beloved Olive? Turning off the water, I hopped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to wrap around my torso as I did. The wail grew louder. Panic gripped me by the balls.

Please, God. No!!!!

“P
rincess, what’s the matter? Are you okay?” Olive was standing in the hallway, tears storming down her face. The lovely multi-color flowers she had picked were strewn all over the floor.

“How could you?” she sobbed out.

I blinked my eyes several times, trying to comprehend what she was talking about. Was she upset I took a shower without her and secretly jerked off?

“Do what?” I asked, adjusting the towel around my hips.

“You lied to me!”

“What are you talking about, Olive?”

I tried to take her into my arms, but she resisted, pushing me away.

“Don’t touch me, you two timing creep. I should have never trusted you.”

Confusion and desperation ate away at me. “Please, Olive. I don’t understand. I love you. You’re the only one.”

“Really?” she flung the word at me through her tears.

I couldn’t take her crying like this; it was killing me. And what was worse, I didn’t know how to stop the tears because I didn’t know why she was so upset.

“Olive, talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”

“You live with someone.”

“What!?”

On the next blink of my eyes, she stepped back and swung open the door she was standing next to.

Oh, Jesus. A walk-in closet full of magnificent women’s dresses, handbags, shoes, and silk lingerie turned my eyes into saucers. I slapped my palm to my forehead and sucked in a deep breath.

“Ol—” She didn’t give me a chance to say her name.

“I’m leaving and I don’t want to be your assistant. I quit.”

Before she could stalk off, I captured her wrist and clutched it firmly.

“Let go of me!” she cried out, futilely trying to break free of my grip. She was no match for my strength.

“Olive, please,” I pleaded. “I can explain.”

Her misty eyes met mine. Her lips quivered. A series of endless sniffles accompanied her heaves. She didn’t realize that what I was about to tell her was going to crack my heart in half. But I was glad she was open to hearing what I had to say. Giving me a chance. That made it a little easier. It had been a very long time since this closet door had been opened. I sucked in another deep breath.

“Olive, these are my mother’s clothes and accessories.”

“Your mother’s?” she said softly, her voice laced with surprise.

“Yes. After she died, I gave away most of her possessions, but I couldn’t bring myself to dispose of her treasured collection of vintage dresses, accessories, and shoes.”

“They’re beautiful,” Olive said, her tears subsiding.

She’d obviously examined the collection.

“I saw one of the dresses on the portrait of that beautiful woman downstairs. Your mother, right?”