“First. You’re right. I shouldn’t have just… done that.” I motion to her and the room and rub the back of my neck.

“You’re unbelievable, and what’s really sad is no one stopped you. I’m mortified, and my stomach hurts.” She grabs a bottle of vodka from my hand, both of us looking at each other as the tips of our fingers touch.

“I’m sorry. I’m not thinking right, haven’t been thinking right. But I’m hoping that can all change.” My nostrils flare at her fucking scent. Jesus, all I want is to lean down, open her legs, and fucking suck on her sweet nub until she comes in my mouth, let her juices drip down my neck…

“What could you possibly have to say?” She shakes her head, twists off the lid, and takes a swig of the vodka, her whole body shaking.

“That I love you, and I came here to fight for you. Because I can’t live another day without you.” I look down at her. She’s perfection, and suddenly I know that it doesn’t matter if she says no today. I’ll never stop. I’ll wear her down until she has no choice but to forgive me.

“You… what?” She backs away.

“I love you, have always loved you. You had to feel it, know it.” I walk toward her.

“You don’t believe in love.” She shakes her head. Her back hits the wall and I reach out, caging her in with my arms.

“That was true until this fucking Lolita came into my life and changed everything. I’ve given up my job because I can’t think straight. I got rid of my fiancée. Left my country to come here. Why?” I growl. “Because I. Can’t. Live. Without. You.”

She looks up at me, her breathing harsh, her chest flushed, and I can smell her arousal.

She wants me.

I drop to my knees, and she plants both hands on the wall for support.

“It’s too late… I hate you,” she whispers.

Reaching over, I move the tiny strip of fabric off her pussy. It looks freshly waxed. “Fuck.” I lean forward and inhale.

Panting, she says, “I need to go.” Yet she whimpers when my tongue caresses her folds.

“Open your legs, baby,” I murmur, helping her move one leg.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl. Now let’s see if Daddy can make everything better.”

Reaching up, I hold her still. Her head falls back against the wall.

“You can’t. I hate you,” she says, her voice husky.

My mouth latches onto her clit, sucking on it. She’s so slick and her cunt is so hot, almost burning, that I switch from sucking to fucking her with my tongue.