The Big O (An OTT Insta-love STANDALONE) (5 page)

I smiled back at her. “Good. Now don’t move while I put on the mask.”

She did as I asked as I slipped the mask over her head and adjusted it over her eyes. God, she looked sexy as hell on her knees like that, her long blond hair cascading over shoulders and her lush lips already parted.

“Stay put and don’t move from this position. I’ll be right back with the delicacy.”

While putting the mask on her, I’d decided I wanted to surprise her so I returned to my bathroom where I slid down my fly. My huge cock, already erect again, sprung out. After a few strokes, I strode back to her. She was still in position.

“Open your mouth, Olive,” I ordered.

Tilting her head up, her luscious lips parted a bit more. I resisted the urge to run my fingertip around them. Instead, I told her to open wider; she did as I asked, her mouth forming a perfect “O.” Oh fuck, yes. I was big believer in not wasting time. Gripping the base of my cock, I put the wide crown to her mouth and guided my rigid length inside. The warmth of her saliva and the softness of her lips made me hiss. Splaying my fingers on her scalp, I coaxed her to go down on me. Holy fucking shit. She did something no woman had ever done. She took me to the hilt, and I could feel the tip of my massive dick hit the base of her throat. My cock swelled in her mouth, completely filling it. Instinctively, she slid her mouth back up the shaft, and one more time, I urged her to go down on me, sheer bliss filling every crevice of my being. Squeezing my eyes, I heard myself hiss again.

“Suck, princess,” I rasped, not knowing how long I would last. I’d never been a premature ejaculator, but this girl did things to me that none other had. I let go of her scalp as she got the hang of what I wanted her to do, giving me head like none other and taking me over the edge. Her fingers dug deep into my muscular thighs as she picked up her pace and began to hum. Holy fuck! Then her tongue got into it, licking the underside as she bopped up and down. My breathing grew ragged as my balls pulled up high, a telltale sign that I was on the verge of an orgasm. I was so enthralled I couldn’t get the words out to let her know I was going to combust in her mouth. Holy, holy fucking shit. An orgasm of epic proportions was about to hit me like a tidal wave, and with a thunderous grunt, I blasted my load into her mouth. Once. Twice. Three times. And then one more time as she milked me. I’d never come like this before.

“Swallow,” I managed, my voice as spent as I felt.

My heavy-lidded eyes stayed riveted on her as she gulped down my seed. Sweet Jesus. What a sight to behold. Slowly, I withdrew from her mouth, ready to hear about her experience.

“Well, Olive, let’s get started.” I took off the blindfold. “What is your first impression of this product?”

She licked her glistening cum-glazed lips as I eagerly waited for her answer.

T
he words of his question spun around in my head. He expected me to think clearly after I’d given a man my very first blowjob. And I’d not just blown any man or any cock. Not that I had any basis for comparison, I’d say it was the cock of all cocks. Fit for a king. My king. The Donut King.

“Well, Olive, I’m waiting for an answer.”

“Um, uh, it was very big. And very tasty.”

“Tell me what it tasted like.”

My mouth began to water at the memory. I rolled my tongue around my upper lip, savoring the remains of his release as if it was creamy custard filling. I couldn’t help but sigh, “Mmm.” It was so, so yummy. Syrupy sweet and just the right amount salty. I loved the combination of the contrasting flavors.

“Did it remind you of anything?”

“Yes, one of your scrumptious cream-filled chocolate éclairs, but I’ve never taken one whole in my mouth.”

“I see. And how would you compare
my
éclair with others you’ve eaten?”

His question confused me. “Do you mean the kind I can buy at a Donut King shop?”

“No, I mean the one between my legs. My cock.”

My heart skipped a beat as I squirmed on the floor. How should I answer this question? I had no basis for comparison.

“Um, uh, I don’t know, sir.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” His voice was gruff. “You were very articulate in the focus group and seemed to have a clear opinion about everything.”

My heart hammered. I was about to fail at my first job assignment. A little voice in my head told me to tell him the truth. My mama taught me to always tell the truth no matter what. Okay, I might lose my new job, but I couldn’t let her down.

“Sir, I don’t have any basis for comparison. I’ve never given a man a blowjob before.”

“What? You’ve never given a man head?”

“No, sir.” I chewed on my bottom lip as he looked at me oddly. The truth was on the tip of my tongue. My mouth parted and the words shot out. “I’ve never been with a man before. Not even kissed.”

The look of shock on his face as he processed my words was something that would remain in my memory forever.

“You’re fucking kidding me. Olive, are you saying—”

I cut him off and just blurted it out. “Yes, sir, I’m a virgin. Well, at least I
was
.”

My heart pounding, I gazed up at him. His sapphire eyes flickered with a mixture of astonishment, rage, and lust.

“Are you mad at me?” I stammered, positive I was going to get the ax. Believe me, whatever could go wrong, would go wrong. The story of my life. It was over. Both my job and the one-hour of pure unadulterated love I’d experienced with this man. Tears burned at the back of my eyes as I prepared myself for the worst.

Instead, to my utter surprise, the big, brooding, beautiful beast of a man scooped me off the floor and held me protectively in his arms, the way a father might hold his little girl, something I never knew. My legs and arms wrapped around him like a pretzel, his hard as steel body pressing against mine. His gaze held me fiercely.

“Olive, why didn’t you tell me?” His deep voice was softer and tender, such a contrast to his size. It was mentally and physically melting me. Wet heat poured down my thighs.

“There was no time. I couldn’t stop from giving myself to you.”

“Jesus, Olive, if only I’d known. I wouldn’t have fucked you senseless. I would have made love to that exquisite tight pussy of yours with the tenderness and reverence a princess like you deserves. Did I hurt you?”

“No.” A half-truth. Yes, the initial penetration had been painful, partly because I was so tense, but by the time I reached my orgasm, I couldn’t get enough of his enormous cock inside me.

He furrowed his brows, concern still etched on his face. “It wasn’t too hard for you?”

“You were perfect.”

He looked down as he paced the room. “I have no choice…”

I gulped. “You’re going to fire me?”

He stopped in front of me, his imposing frame hovering over me. A wicked smile lifted his lips as his eyes burned into mine. I swallowed past the big lump in my throat. Yup, I was losing my job.

“No, Olive, I’m going to make you mine. From now on, you belong only to me. I
own
you with a capital O. If I catch another man with you, he will be dog meat, and you’ll be wearing a collar and leash for the rest of your life. That is part of your contract. Do you understand that?”

Too stunned for words, I simply nodded.

“Good. Now let’s seal the deal.”

Before I could blink my eyes, his lush lips crashed onto mine with a fierce, passionate tongue-driven kiss I couldn’t resist. As his stubble scraped my face and I raked my fingers through his thick ebony hair, an otherworldly feeling swept over me. I couldn’t believe this was all happening to me with the gorgeous King of Donuts, a man I’d dreamt of and thought I could never have. The line between fantasy and reality blurred. If I was dreaming, I didn’t want anyone to pinch me because I wanted this moment to never end.

“Excuse me.” A vaguely familiar snippy voice brought my mental ramblings to a screeching halt as Owen abruptly released my mouth and set me down. Snapping my eyes open, my vision shifted to the entrance of his office. Standing erect in the doorway was the prim, obnoxious woman who’d escorted me here while chiding me about my inappropriate behavior in the focus group. She even went as far as calling me a slut. Her gaze met mine and I could feel poisonous eye daggers coming my way.

“Mallory.” Owen’s voice was curt, masking any form of embarrassment. “I’ve told you before to knock before you enter my office. What is it?”

Keeping her venomous eyes on me, she responded, “Owen, as requested, I fired our ad agency and set up a meeting at two o’clock with a new one—ZAP. It’s the hottest shop in town.”

“Very well.” He looked my way. “Olive, will you please put together a complete file on ZAP. I need it before the meeting.”

Before I could say a word, Mallory barked out, “What the hell?”

Owen snapped back at her. “Watch your language, Clint.” And then his voice softened. “I’d like to you meet my new assistant, Olive Cumming.”

“Hi,” I said, with a smile and my most sugar-coated voice.

Her eyes narrowed at me and I swear I saw flames shooting out of her nostrils. I held my own as her gaze shifted back to Owen.

“Remember, 2 p.m. sharp.” With that, she stomped out of the office, leaving us alone.

“She’s a joy,” I commented, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Owen chortled. “You’ll get used to her. She’s just doing her job.”

One thing I’d learned in my life from all the body shaming I’d endured was that mean girls were very good at their jobs. In fact, they excelled. My heart stuttered at the thought of having to contend with her, but before I could get too riled up, Owen gave me a playful pat on my butt.

“Go now. Get to work, Miss Cumming. If I need anything else, I’ll let you know.”

“Yes, sir.” With my heart spinning into a happy dance, I skipped out of his office, eager to start my new job. I was eager to please him in every way possible.

I was in love.

Head over heels in love with the most sinfully sexy man in the world.

My Donut King.

I
couldn’t focus behind my closed door. Thanks to the focus group, I had a shitload of emails to answer and problems to solve, ranging from what we should name our new caramel custard donut to deciding whether we should shut down our New Haven store.

All I could think about was her. My beautiful princess, Olive Cumming.

“Olive…Olive…Olive.” Oh, how I loved saying her name out loud. It took my breath away and made my cock stand at full attention.

I’d never met a woman like her before. Most of them were wafer-thin models and starlets who viewed my donuts like vermin. I was a big man with an even bigger appetite, but somehow these women, no matter how gorgeous or glamorous they were, never sated it. They wanted my money more than they wanted me.

But, Olive…she was different. She reminded me of my late mother—a big, beautiful woman, who had an insatiable appetite for life. And she was so wholesome, pure, and sweet. An innocent virgin. I was still shocked by her confession. Rather than turning me off, it turned me on. She was mine. Only mine. I’d heard about falling in love at first sight, but thought it was some bullshit myth. But it had happened to me. Untrusting, jaded Owen King, The Donut King. I was the first man to deflower her and now I owned her. And was going to protect her to the day I died. My princess just didn’t know it yet.

As I stared blankly at my computer screen, I thought about summoning her to my office and fucking her over my desk. My cock strained against my pants at the thought of her delicious ass in the air. But she had her work cut out for her and I vowed to keep the door that separated us closed. Instead, I began to fantasize what she looked like with her clothes off. Mentally, I undressed her, piece by piece, and began to imagine her butt-naked in my mind’s eye. Her luscious curves, those big fucking tits, her shapely legs all tied together by her creamy alabaster skin. Closing my eyes, I imagined licking her everywhere, the sound of her sweet moans filling my ears. I thought more about her ample breasts, envisioning them as two mounds of soft dough I could knead in my hands. And at the thought of her nipples, my balls tightened with want. There was no doubt in my mind they were pink donut-shaped buds puckered with sprinkles that would harden beneath my touch and make me lust after her. I yearned to twirl them, tweak them, suck them, and lick them. Imagining this scenario, I cupped my hand over my hard, hungry cock, buried under my trousers, and began to jerk off. Stroking myself, I leaned back in my desk chair and reveled in the sensation.