“Mr. Powers… I, need to, I’m going to…” My cock jumps at her calling me Mr. Powers. I like it a lot. I keep sucking on her clit, sensing when she starts to pulse and becomes wetter. Still, I need to see her beautiful face as I make her climax.

I lift my head and look down at her. Her breasts are flushed, her cheeks are pink, and her pretty pink pussy is glistening.

“That’s it.” Using my thumb, I rub her slickness back and forth so I can watch her come undone.

“You come for me, my pretty baby.” And she does. Screaming my name, she lets go, head thrown back, nipples hard and red. Her body jerks, her core pulses, and I watch it all.

“I… holy fuck.” She flops back as if she’s too drained to move.

Smiling, I stand and unbutton my slacks and free my large, aching cock.

“I…” Her eyes widen at my erection, which is already leaking. Christ, I’m glad she’s ready for me because I have no intention of waiting. I drop down onto the couch next to her and lift her up to straddle me. She grips the back of the couch.

“We can take our time later. I need to be inside you.” And I’m not lying. It’s as if I’ve been possessed by the way her pussy tasted, how pink and wet she is, how her eyes look at mine as if this need, this hunger that’s ravaging me is the same for her.

“Fuck me,” I say and grab both her hips, slamming her wet cunt down onto my cock. In one moment, the universe changes. Her tight, slick core envelops me, and I feel everything, including that barrier I broke through without even knowing. But I don’t care that she’s probably in pain. This is a pleasure that knows no bounds.

“Fuck.” I close my eyes and let her adjust to me.

“Talk to me,” I murmur, trying my best not to lift her up and slam her down on me again. But I’m losing the battle. Her cunt feels way too good.

“Thank you.” She smiles down at me as I grab the back of her neck, bringing her lips close to mine.

“You should have said something, not that it would have mattered.” I slap her ass and she gasps, and I take her lips roughly.

I’ve kissed probably hundreds of women. They all taste good, they all have a unique smell… but this one.

This Lolita is going to be my downfall because she tastes like a nectar I was born to drink, and has a cunt she’s saved only for my cock. Our tongues twist and I deepen the kiss while I prompt her to rub her clit on me.

“Oh God,” she whimpers and bites her bottom lip.