The Big O (An OTT Insta-love STANDALONE) (20 page)

My heart pounding with excitement, I retrieved it from the table. Eagerly, I removed the wrapping paper to uncover a small rectangular velvet box. I felt Owen’s eyes on me as I snapped open the lid. Another loud gasp escaped my lips as my eyes grew as wide as saucers. Inside was a magnificent necklace—a platinum chain from which hung a pink enameled donut studded with multi-color gems.

“Do you like it?” asked Owen.

“Oh my God. It’s beautiful. I love it!”

A proud smile lit up Owen’s gorgeous face. “I’m glad. I had it custom made. I want you to always wear it and never take it off. And know you’re mine. Only mine. I own you now. You’re my Big O Girl.”

I stood as still as a statue as he took the dazzling necklace out of the box and slipped it around my neck. Eager to see what it looked like on, I pranced over to the almost floor-to-ceiling gold-leaf mirror that hung on the opposite side of the room.

I smiled brightly at my reflection. The necklace was positively stunning on me, the sparkling donut falling just above my pronounced cleavage not far from my heart. In the glass, I could see Owen coming toward me. His reflection met mine as he wrapped his arms around me, fondling my breasts. I could feel his warm breath skim my scalp and his hardness press against my backside.

“It looks beautiful on you, my princess,” he whispered in my ear, fisting up my hair and nuzzling my neck. At the touch of his soft lips on my sensitive flesh, goosebumps popped along my arms. I had something I wanted to tell him—yet another surprise—but I was too distracted by the wet heat seeping between my legs. And the tingles I felt everywhere.

Still nuzzling my neck, he clutched my pussy with one hand. “Jesus, Olive. I can feel how hot and wet your sweet pussy is for me right through the fabric of your pretty dress.” He massaged and squeezed it until I let out a loud moan.

“I have one more birthday present for you, but I want you to beg for it.”

I thought I was going to jump out of my skin. “Please, Owen. Fuck me now! Fuck me hard. Let me have your cock!”

A wicked smile glinted on his lips. “Your wish is my command.”

On my next desperate breath, he lifted up the skirt of my dress by its hem. I watched in the mirror as he bent down and tore off my scanty lace panties with his teeth. They were one of many that Jaime’s wife Gloria had sent me as a wedding present. The hiss of the delicate fabric shredding sent a delicious chill down my spine.

“Spread your legs,” my king ordered.

I did as he asked. On the next blink of my eyes, he rubbed the thick crown of his enormous erection all over my wet pussy, and before I could blink again, he shoved it inside me. Oh how he filled me! I let out a sigh.

“My princess, I’m going to fuck you from behind. I’m going to fuck you so hard you may not be able to walk in a straight line. Or walk at all. But I want you to keep your eyes open. And watch yourself come in the mirror and see what you to do to me.”

I nodded feverishly as he began to pound me, one arm wrapped around my tummy, the hand of the other rubbing my clit. This was a ruthless fuck. A fuck without mercy. But I was loving every minute of it. As he pulled my hips into his, I slammed against him, meeting each and every deep, forceful thrust. My breathing grew harsh, and I couldn’t help closing my eyes as he brought me closer and closer to the edge.

“Eyes, baby,” he rumbled. “Or I’m going to pull out of you.”

No, no, no, no, no!
I snapped my eyes open to see a reflection in the mirror I didn’t recognize or would ever forget. The expression on my face was one of pure tortured ecstasy. My eyes half-moons. My full mouth a pout. Beads of sweat on my forehead glistening like crystals. Tears like diamonds falling from my eyes. And my sparkling donut pendant bopping against my chest with every ragged breath as if it was going to have an epic orgasm of its own. I actually thought I looked beautiful and behind me an even more beautiful being stood. Pumping love into me. Watching me come undone. The man of my dreams. The big, dark, burly man I would love from here to eternity.

Our eyes stayed locked in the mirror as he pinched my clit, and I began to fall apart. For him. With a sob and a euphoric cry of his name, everything inside me broke loose as his own volcanic orgasm met mine with a roar of thunder. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen, the candles and blazing fire bathing us in an amber glow. We were one. One and forever.

And then, he fucked me again and again.

After countless orgasms, I was now on the couch with him. We’d long shed our clothes. His long muscular legs were spread out along the cushions, and I was nestled into him, my head resting against his loving heart. He kissed my scalp while Ella Fitzgerald’s moving rendition of “Embraceable You” played on the sound system. Every molecule of his sculpted body implanted on mine.

“Are you hungry?”

“A little,” I said softly. Truthfully, I wasn’t. And I had something weighing on my mind.

Tonight’s last surprise. My pulse quickened with anticipation as I repositioned myself to face him. His breathtaking face, aglow in the candlelight, shone in mine. I caressed his dark stubble, my thoughts consumed by our impending reality.

“Owen, I need to tell you something.”

“Anything.” His hand dusted along my jaw, relaxing me. Nonetheless, I took in a deep, calming breath before the words tumbled out of my mouth.

“I’m pregnant.”

His eyes grew as wide as two jumbo donuts. I wasn’t sure if he was angry or happy. I knew this was something out of the blue, and we’d never discussed having children. I’d found out while I was hospitalized after a blood test. And, of course, the hospital personnel were sworn to secrecy. At that point, I wasn’t sure if I would live or die. I just didn’t want to leave Owen with more grief than he could bear.

His face softened. He cradled mine with his hands. “Really?”

I nodded in his large, manly palms. “Yes. Really.”

“There’s a little ball of dough inside you?”

I giggled. “I’d say right now it’s more like a sprinkle.”

His eyes watered as he gently kissed my warm belly. And then a tear fell upon it. Something about that made me cry too. My last surprise.

Ella’s version of “Someone to Watch Over Me” filtered into the room.

Wordlessly, Owen lifted me off the couch and soon I was in his arms, swaying with him to the melodic song. Holding me so close as if we were sewn together, he sung the words in my ear. Swept away by his velvet voice, I melted into him and gave him my heart.

My soft belly, filling with life, brushed against his hardness. His magnificent length that had claimed me. If I had it my way—and I would—Owen King would be watching over a lot of somebodies. I wanted to give him babies for as long as I could.

“Thank you for the best day of my life,” I whispered.

“No, princess, thank you.”

Four Years Later

O
live’s Big O commercial did indeed premiere during the Super Bowl. We’d watched it together at a Super Bowl party hosted by Jaime Zander and his wife Gloria. Within seconds of airing, it was all over Twitter, and by the end of the game, donuts were flying off the shelves of Donut Kings all over the country. We had created a sensation and saved the business.

Thanks to my Olive, everyone in America wanted to experience The Big O. Over the past four years, our revenue has quadrupled, thanks not only to sales of donuts but also to merchandising like Big O T-shirts, coffee mugs, and so much more. I paid off my creditors, and the stock went through the roof, making me a very, very rich man with all the options I have. A verified billionaire and on the Forbes Top 40 list. Hundreds of Donut King shops have opened; we even have one in Tokyo and another about to open in Paris. I promised to take Olive and the kids there for the grand opening with a little side trip to Disneyland Paris. And we even created a new foot-wide, pink frosted sprinkled donut we call The Big O—and guess what, it’s our most popular.

It’s Saturday morning. The doorbell rings, and the pitter-patter of little footsteps coming down the stairs sounds in my ears. My precious three-year old twins, Franklin and Molly. Franklin is the spitting image of me, and one handsome little devil. And his sister Molly, my sweet little princess with her crown of golden curls, is the spitting image of her beautiful mother.

“Papa!” shouts Molly as I lift her into my arms. “I bet that’s Grandma Marge!”

“Come on. Let’s see. Taking Franklin’s hand, I head toward the front door and swing it open.

“Yay!” scream my little ones at the sight of Marge. A big smile is painted on her face.

“Hi, my little munchkins! Are you ready for Legoland?”

“Yes!” they shout out together.

Marge loves our two children as much as Olive and I do. Cashing in on her stock options, she retired from running the original Donut King shop. It’s now managed by two former Starbeans employees, who lost their jobs when the Starbeans next door went out of business. It was fortuitous for us because we took over the lease and got to expand our flagship store. And man, did we need to do that with the lines of customers eager to get a donut and coffee to start their day. Nathan is now my Director of Marketing, filling the shoes Mallory once wore. She’s now wearing a prison uniform and serving a life sentence. Neither my princess nor I have to ever worry about her again.

“Hi, Marge,” comes the sweetest voice in the world. My Olive. The woman who was my salvation. My princess. Who brought me success and gave me so much more. She rules my heart, my soul, my body and my mind. She doesn’t know it, but she owns me. The love I have for her is immeasurable.

“I put a bag together for the kids. Some sweatshirts and snacks along with a few toys and books to keep them occupied in the car.”

She joins us at the door and hands the small canvas bag to Marge after giving her a hug.

“Congratulations, hun,” says Marge after thanking her. “Owen told me.”

“Thanks!” A bright smile lights up my princess’s face. She’s glowing as she should be. Another little munchkin will be joining our family at the end of the year. We’re keeping it a surprise. Olive thinks it’ll be a girl; I think a boy. It doesn’t really matter; I’ll love him or her the same. With everything I’ve got.

“Let’s go already,” huffs my little man, who’s inherited my bossiness. One day I will hand him my crown and he’ll be the Donut King. But that’s not going to be for a while. I plan to be around for a long time and enjoy every minute of my children growing up.

I give a big smoochie kiss to Molly and set her down. Olive hugs the kids goodbye and tells them to be good.

Smiling, I wrap my arm around her as we watch our adorable little ones clamber into Marge’s car, me waving and Olive blowing kisses. The car pulls away and suddenly the house is quiet—something that’s rare these days.

“I miss them already,” laments my princess.

“Don’t worry, they’re going to have fun.”

“What should we do, Mr. King?”

There’s only one pressing thing on today’s agenda.

I’m going to give Mrs. King the biggest O she’s ever had.

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