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.
“Sir…”
Snapping my
eyes open, I immediately straightened up. Olive! I thought my cock would have a
heart attack.
“Yes?” My
beauty. My princess. My love.
“I put
together a file with the information you need.”
My eyes
darted to the thick folder in her hand.
“If you
don’t mind me saying, I think ZAP! is the perfect advertising agency.”
“And why is
that, Olive?”
“Because
the founder and CEO, Jaime Zander, is on the cutting edge. He totally
transformed his wife’s company, Gloria’s Secret, into a global force.”
“The
lingerie company?”
“Yes. I
love that store. I wish I could shop there, but I can’t afford it.”
“And why
else do you think ZAP! would be right for us?”
“Because
based on what I read, Mr. Zander works quickly and efficiently and always stays
on budget.”
Fuck. Not
only was she sexy as hell, but she could also think. Digest information,
something none of my previous assistants could do as the only thing they wanted
to digest was my cum.
“Thank you,
Olive. Just put the folder on my desk.”
My eyes
stayed on her as she did as I asked. Holy shit. Those delectable tits, so alive
with their bounce, as she strutted my way. Her days of not affording Gloria’s
Secret were over. I was going to order sexy lace bras in every color—along with
matching panties—and make them part of her job uniform.
“Anything
else, sir?” she asked as she set the folder down.
Bend
over and spread your legs. And let me fuck you over my desk.
What the
hell was wrong with me? My hormones burned through me.
Fucking
love.
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