The Big O (An OTT Insta-love STANDALONE)

by Nelle L'Amour

  This story totally gutted me. I’d never given much thought to my benevolence…what it meant to others. My mother had taught me to give back and that’s what I did. Plain and simple. My breath caught in my throat. I was almost speechless.

  “Thank you for sharing this, princess.”

  She quirked another little smile as her eyes began to water.

  “And I fell in love with you. Every time I saw you on television, I melted and fantasized you sweeping me off my feet and taking me to your castle. I knew it wasn’t a reality, but it was fun to imagine.”

  A fat tear escaped her eye and I watched it roll down her rosy cheek, too mesmerized by the beauty of it to brush it away. It was like a drop of dew on a flower. I let her continue.

  “And then today…it was as if it were fated to happen. I met you. Yes, I really met you. And not only did you give me a job, something I really needed, but you also touched my heart. You made me feel beautiful inside and out, something no man has ever done. You made me feel loved.”

  Jesus H. Christ. I swear this girl was going to make me cry. Owen King didn’t do tears, not even when my own mother died in my arms. But this girl shredded me to the bone. Her vulnerability…her honesty…her humbleness…her pure unadulterated love. All the admirable qualities my mother had possessed and wished on her deathbed to pass on to me, but instead I’d become a cold, arrogant bastard. But now, for the first time, I felt like the man she’d always hoped I’d be. A man like my late father. Warm, loving, and protective. I owed that focus group recruiter a big thank you—later, I’d send a dozen donuts and roses—but right now that was going to have to wait. I needed Olive in my arms, her soft body against mine, my starving mouth on hers. I needed to show her I loved her with all my heart and my soul. The king had alas found his princess and I was indeed going to sweep her off her feet and protect her from the hardships of the world. She’d suffered too much. And she was going to suffer no more. Hunger was a thing of the past. I was helplessly, hopelessly in love.

  “Oh, Olive, what you fucking do to me. You’re killing me.”

  Wasting no time, I tilted her head up by her chin as high as I could and bent forward to capture her lips. This kiss was different. Slow, deep, passionate. Tasting her sweetness, I could feel it radiate from my head to my toes.

  As she moaned into my mouth, I began to undress her. I managed to one-handedly undo the buttons of her blouse and slip it off her. Then I undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor as I unhooked her bra and slipped it off her arms. I broke the kiss, eager to see what she looked like in the raw. My heart beat wildly with anticipation.

  Sweet mother of Jesus! She was more beautiful than I could ever imagine. Pure womanly perfection. An angel. All peaches and cream with lush curves and full tits that overflowed with sensuous beauty. As she stood there motionless, my eyes traveled down her full-figured body taking in every ounce of her flawless flesh, passing over her rounded belly before gliding down her smooth, solid legs. I longed to smell her, touch her, lick her, and then fuck her everywhere I could. Her lips quivered.

  “Relax, princess. You’re beautiful in clothes, but you’re more beautiful without them.”

  “Really?”

  “Really.” What made her even more beautiful was that she didn’t know it.

  Then a smile lit up her face. My ego swelled with pride. I’d put that smile on her face. I wanted to see her do many things because of me. I’d never wanted anyone or anything as much as her. My cock hardened with lust and my heart thundered with love. I took her back in my arms and smothered her with succulent kisses everywhere I could. All over her face…down her neck…along her arms…across her chest. Her sensuous breasts fluttered with each kiss, each breath. I cupped the two magnificent mounds in my wide palms, savoring the weight of them and their suppleness. Holding them in my hands like Atlas held up the world. Two worlds. Bending my knees, I lowered myself to bury my face in the space between them, splaying my fingers and massaging the two globes against my cheeks. I inhaled her as I worked her breasts and heard her moan with intense pleasure.

  Taking a small step back, I moved my mouth to her nipples but not before studying them. Holy crap. They were exquisite—like two little pink frosted donuts puckered with sprinkles that matched the color of her luscious bowed lips. Still cradling her tits, I sucked them hard, pulling at them with my teeth, inflicting just the right amount of exquisite pain that made her wince with pleasure. Without losing contact, my eyes glanced up at her. She was a vision of pure euphoric beauty, her back and neck arched, her eyes all but shut as she bit down on her bottom lip. My cock swelled at the most erotic sight I’d ever beheld.

  “Oh, Owen, I can’t take it anymore,” she breathed out. “Please take me. Take me now. Take me here.”

  Feverishly, I lifted her into my arms, not knowing where I’d bring her to new heights. On the conference room table or against a wall.

  I was laying butt naked, sprawled across Owen’s conference room table. The chill of the air conditioning gave me goosebumps but not as many as the gaze of the gorgeous man looming above me. His eyes roamed my body from head to toe, then returned to connect with mine. Never had I ever felt more comfortable in my own skin than with this man beside me. Or so safe. He’d put his pants back on and I was unsure what he was thinking.

  “Are you going to ravage me, Owen?” I asked, my voice filled with need.

  “No, Olive. You’ve been fucked enough today. And you’re probably sore.”

  A pang of disappointment bit me, but he was right. I was sore but in a very good way. The soreness was a beautiful reminder of losing my virginity with the man I’d loved for so long. An eternity.

  He stroked my long blond hair, which was fanned out on the table, and smiled. The awed expression on his face resembled that of someone admiring a breathtaking painting.

  “My princess, you are so, so beautiful inside and out. I just want to get to know you and shower you with pleasure.”

  My eyes stayed on him as he undid his silk tie and slipped it off his neck. Gah! Was he going to tie me up with it? A shiver skittered down my spine. Instead, he dusted an end across each nipple, creating a ticklish sensation, before wrapping it around my eyes.

  “Oh, we’re doing another blind taste test?”

  He chortled that deep sexy laugh. “Of sorts.”

  My senses were on high alert as I heard him step away. He returned in no time, and blindfolded, I could feel his presence once again hovering over me. A delicious sweet smell wafted up my nostrils. I recognized the mouthwatering aroma instantly—it was for sure a donut, which he must have retrieved from the platter I put on the credenza. He was holding it only millimeters from my nose. I found it fascinating how much I could actually see in my mind’s eye with my blindfold.

  “Is that a donut?” I asked bravely.

  “Yes, Olive, it is. Do you know what kind?”

  I inhaled. Definitely not chocolate, but I wasn’t sure. “Hmm…it could be a glazed one.”

  “No, it’s not. Take a big bite.”

  He sensuously ran the soft dough around my lips before stopping. I clamped my mouth around it and dug my teeth into the treat. Out of this world creamy sweetness seeped out and met my taste buds.

  “Mmmm,” I moaned out loud, licking my upper lip. It was my very favorite—a cream-filled one.

  “Jesus. You’re so damn sexy when you do that. Watching you eat a donut makes me so fucking hard.”

  In my head, I could see his enormous cock stiffening beneath his slacks. The vision was turning me on, and between my legs, hot tingles clustered as wetness flooded my pussy. I had the burning urge to touch myself but refrained.

  “Swallow,” he ordered.

  I did as he asked, gulping down the soft moist dough, which actually wasn’t that easy in my horizontal position.

  “More,” I moaned after swallowing.

  He let out a light laugh. “Oh, you’ll be getting more, my love, except in different ways.”
I felt him run a finger around my lips and then heard him suck it. His own “mmm” slipped out from his mouth. And then I jolted as I felt the creamy filling pour onto my chest. I put a finger to my cleavage to confirm it.

  “Olive, no hands. I forgot to tell you.”

  A whoosh whipped through my ears, and on my next shaky breath, he lifted my arms up over my head. Gripping both wrists in one of his massive hands, he began to bind them. I put two and two together…he was tying me up with his belt.

  “This isn’t too tight, is it?”

  I wiggled my hands. They were firmly bound, but I wasn’t in pain and shook my head no.

  “Good. And one more thing. Don’t hold back. This room is soundproof.”

  Well, that was a relief because I sure as heck didn’t want a sock in my mouth.

  I didn’t move or say a thing as he mounted the table and straddled my lower body, placing his knees on either side of me. Given how wide I was, I had to say he was rather flexible for a man his size. Maybe he did yoga or Pilates.

  Anchoring his hands on my shoulders, he leaned into me.

  “Olive,” he breathed. “I want to get to know you. I’m going to taste and feel every nook and cranny of your beautiful body and then I’m going to devour you.”

  “Okay,” I squeaked, my pulse accelerating with anticipation as I felt his tongue slide down my neck. My back arched in response to the erotic sensation while the tingly feeling between my legs intensified. As his tongue trailed down to my chest, his large hands followed the curves of my body until they landed on my hips. It felt unbelievably good. As I let out another moan, I could feel his eyes on me.

  “You’re simply gorgeous, Olive. I like a woman to look like a woman. I want something to hang on to when I fuck. I love your soft curves, the contour of your belly, and your volcanic tits. And your flawless skin is like creamy porcelain, made for a man to lick.”

  I was speechless as he licked off the cream that had landed in my cleavage. The flicks of his tongue felt divine and then he moved his hands to my bountiful breasts, squeezing and massaging them. Then a new erotic sensation overtook me when he squirted some of the filling on each of my nipples. He must have placed the donut on the table beside me. I let out a little yelp as his tongue flicked the tip of one of my hypersensitive tits and then sucked on it, making sexy succulent sounds. Arousal was rising in my core like mercury. He repeated his actions with my other breast. I squirmed on the table, not sure how much more of this I could take.

  “Jesus, you taste so fucking good, my princess. So, so sweet. You’re so fucking edible. I like a girl with meat on her bones. Oh, by the way, I have a very hearty appetite so I’m hardly done with you.”

  On my next rapid heartbeat, I felt droplets of the filling fall in a straight line from my breasts to my navel. With his hands still fondling my boobs, his tongue trailed down my torso until the tip dipped into my belly button, my own little donut hole, and swirled around in the pit. A hormonal storm was raging inside me as he made his way to my pussy. Scooting down the table, he opened my legs wider and spread the remains of the cream all over my folds.

  “I’ve saved the best for last,” he rumbled as he buried his head between thighs.

  Holy cow! He had. Moans and groans clogged my throat as he licked the cream off and then focused solely on my clit, alternating between licking and sucking.

  “Christ, Olive. You taste and smell so good. I can’t fucking get enough of you. I could eat you morning, noon, and night.”

  “Oh my God,” I cried out as he plunged a thick finger into my slit. He began to ruthlessly finger me while never losing contact with my clit. Soon, I was sobbing for my release, bucking my hips to meet his thrusts. I could feel it coming, the exquisite but unbearable pressure building in every direction. Psychedelic swirls of color danced behind my blindfolded eyes. Every sense and sensation was so heightened, I thought I was on some kind of drug trip.

  “Oh, please, Owen I need to come,” I pleaded.

  “Say you’re mine, princess.”

  “I’m yours. Only yours, my king!”

  “Yes, baby!”

  With a final thrust of his finger and a kiss to my pussy, I combusted all over his face as an unexpected burst of hot liquid gushed from some alien place I never knew I had.

  While I lay there bewildered and trembling from my earth-shattering orgasm, Owen climbed off the table and took off the tie. Blinking my eyes several times to adjust to the light, I met his sapphire eyes, which twinkled with wicked victory. He stroked my hair just as he did when we started. Somehow, it felt like hours had passed though I knew it was likely no more than several minutes. How this divine man could alter time, my body, and my mind! Just like a drug. So wasted and dazed, I managed a little “hi.”

  A dazzling smile curled on his lips as he tenderly brushed my cheek with the back of his hand.

  “Oh, Olive, you are something. Do you know how delicious you tasted, you little squirter?”

  Silently, I shook my head.

  “Taste,” he said, putting the finger he’d rubbed my clit with to my mouth. I parted my lips and clamped my mouth around the tip. I’d never tasted myself before and was surprised by my own delectable combination of salty and sweet that mixed with the flavor of his finger on my tongue. He withdrew his digit and licked it himself.

  “It’s so good, huh?”

  A little shell-shocked, I simply nodded.

  “My princess, I could eat you all day, but unfortunately work awaits us.”

  I’d all but forgotten I now worked for this god of a man. He helped me sit up, and when I was in an upright position, I pivoted my body, swinging my legs over the side of the table. An awareness that I was sitting here stark naked hit me as another cold blast from the air vent swept over me. Goosebumps popped along my arms as I began to shiver. I hugged myself to keep warm.

  A combination of compassion and concern filled Owen’s eyes. So intense it seared through my chill.

  “Sweetheart, you’re cold.”

  I nodded, hugging myself tighter.

  Without saying a word, he slipped off his jacket and gently folded it over my shoulders. It was very, very big on me, but it felt so good to be blanketed in both its warmth and his scent. I wrapped it snugly around me as he retrieved my clothes. My heart swelled with love. It was the kindest, sweetest thing anyone had ever done for me. Tears brimmed in my eyes.

  “Owen…”

  He looked up at me.

  “Thank you.”

  I spent the rest of the afternoon in my office, trying to catch up on business. I made one solid decision—in light of our new sexy marketing strategy, I wasn’t going to shut down our New Haven outpost yet. New Haven was a gritty college city filled with Yalies and blue-collar workers, and somehow my gut told me our new creative direction would have them flocking to the local Donut King morning, noon, and night for a dose of our aphrodisiac offerings. There was one thing I could trust and that one thing was my gut.

  But after making that decision, my mind wandered. All I could think about was my beautiful Olive. I hadn’t seen her for a few hours. Thinking I could get some work done and it would be beneficial, I’d arranged with HR to give her a new employee orientation to familiarize her with the company and then take her on a tour of our facilities. In retrospect, I should have done that myself and thought about how much fun it would have been to take her through my favorite part—our donut manufacturing plant—an amusement park of sorts where thousands of yeast-based balls of dough embarked on a rollercoaster-like ride until they were shaped like rings and either glazed, sprinkled, or filled. I glanced at the time on my computer screen. 4:45 pm. She was probably there right now watching my favorite part of the process—the donuts coming off the conveyor belt and dropping into the giant fryer where they went for a lazy river swim in a pool of oil.

  As I stared blankly at my computer, I thought about surprising her. She was under my skin and in my bloodstream. I couldn’t get her out of my mind
or out of my heart. Olive, Olive, Olive. Her beautiful body conjured in my head. Every curve and every contour. What she probably thought were imperfections were what made her the ideal woman. A rare confection I couldn’t get enough of. There was so much I wanted to show her. The stars over Mulholland…my house…my parents’ little donut shop that started it all…and so much more. Excluding my mother, who’d treated her only son royally, no woman had ever affected me this much. Olive had a magnetic pull on me that was greater than gravity. I had found my solar force. My world.

  I reflected on the story she’d shared about how much our donuts had meant to her during her youth. The moving story had made my eyes water. I was a man in tight control of my emotions, who never let down my guard. Yet, twice today she had almost reduced me to tears. Me, the invincible Donut King.

  Based on her story, I tried to calculate how old she was. We began our school outreach program ten years ago when I was twenty-five. She said she’d just started middle school. I did some quick mental calculations. Shit. That made her about twenty-one—more or less, fifteen years my junior. She was practically a child, but she was the woman who fucked like no other and whom I loved with all my heart, body, and soul. At the memory of her sprawled naked on my conference room table, my cock flexed beneath my desk. Maybe I should jerk off. Think about her beautiful hands around my shaft, stroking me up and down and saying sweet filthy things.