pussy on my tongue. It’s so sugary good.”
He blew a hot breath on my pussy, and as I gasped with pleasure, he began to stroke my slick folds with his tongue as if he were icing them with his saliva. Then, he focused on my clit, flicking, licking, and nibbling the ultra-sensitive nub.
“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.”
You’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