"Now she had his taste forever embedded on her taste buds, as did he."

Within seconds, Justin's lips were on Lolita's.

He felt at peace now that he could feel the tenderness of her pink lips molded against his. He let out a groan of appreciation when he felt her lips push against his, responding to the sinful kiss they were sharing. Lolita's hands still clutched tightly on his dress shirt as he pressed himself closer to her little body. Justin had completely cover her, molded his body with hers just like their lips; almost like clay molding into its rightful shape.

Justin's hands roaming her backside, feeling the fabric of her underwear he let out another groan of appreciation into her mouth. Lolita whimpered when she felt his hands roughly grab her plum ass, cuffing it in his hands like it was a trophy to be held; in which it was. Disappointedly, Justin pulls away so the girl could catch her breath and reattached his lips to the soft skin of her neck just as she inhaled to protest. Her breath turned into a moan, lolita had never felt anything like this.

The tingling she got between her legs when his lips skimmed over her skin softly, it was eye rolling almost. She thought it couldn't get any better, that was until Justin's hand was near her underwear; where her soaking core was covered. Lolita gasped when she felt his fingers brushing over her sex, applying pressure each time. She had never felt anything like this, only pleasure given to herself.

The young girl realized that now she didn't need her small fingers, she had Justin to touch her sinfully and bring her to climax. She concluded that this is what it felt like to be touched by a man , gentle and cherished as if she were a rare blooming flower. The small moan that broke through her lips pushed Justin to explore the treasure that laid behind the thin fabric. His hand began to venture further into her panties , but it was short lived.

A slam echoed around the room, startling the two and making them pull away from each other. Their frantic eyes both searched the room, but all they found was the hard covered novel that was once perched on the shelf Lolita was pushed against now on the floor. The pair were breathing erratically, standing a safe distance away from each other if someone were to come in.

Justin stared at the girl's swollen pink lips, the ones he had kissed seconds ago, the ones he had tasted and loved already. His eyes then traveled to the heaving of her breasts, they moved and strained against the fabric of her own shirt; he wanted to touch them but he wouldn't. Justin wanted to gain back the control he had lost moments ago, or it could be the death of him. His own cock pulsing against his slacks would probably kill him anyway.

Lolita stared back, her lips were parted and the heat between her legs was still raging. She couldn't believe she kissed him, now she had his taste forever embedded on her taste buds; as did he. A taste she would never forget and will always bring her libido to an all time high. The taste will have her blushing furiously and her breast tightening with much desire.

The silence between them was long, yet comfortable. They could hear the ticking of the wall clock adjacent from them, a piece that Justin's wife had picked out after begging him for money to decorate their new home. They could hear the voices of the boys outside in the backyard, except Mason's; who was indeed still searching for the girl.

Justin was the first to speak up, "Lola, I apologize if I came on too strong -" he stated, Lolita wanted to laugh that was the only thing he could think of after minutes of silence? Yes. He took a deep breath and ran his hands through the sandy brown mane that rests on top of his head. " I can't help myself around you, I hope you know."

Lolita closes her parted lips and folded her arms across her breast to hide her arousal, her harden nipples can be seen through the shirt she was wearing. "Mr. Bieber it-" Justin had cut her off , he was angry because he thought she would speak words of regret.

"Let me take a guess, inappropriate? "

Lolita's features morphed into confusion, he hadn't even given her a chance to express her feelings. He only assumed that the look in her eyes was regret, when it was lust and pure excitement. She loved the way his fingers danced across her skin, but she wanted more than just his fingers. She wanted to be fucked by something much larger than his fingers.

"Mr. Bieber, I like the way you touch me." she admitted softly, her cheeks heating up at the confession she made. Lolita wasn't sure why she was blushing when moments ago she was begging for him to touch her. "I want you to do it - do it again."

Justin's lips twitched up into a smile, a surprised smile. He was expecting Lolita to regret everything, shy away from the lust that had driven her to him but she hadn't. In fact, she wanted to explore with him; she wanted him to teach her the ways of seduction, lust, and sex appeal. "I will do it again sweetheart, I promise you. " he spoke lowly, Lolita shivered slightly and played with the hem of her skirt.

She couldn't wait until he fulfilled his promise, she can almost feel his fingers skimming across her youthful skin and his lips places where only he could leave kisses. But she wondered what would she do about the almost painfully throb coming from her clit between her thighs, she pressed her thighs together to relieve the feeling. Justin watched as she did so, he could tell that Lolita was arouses just by the blush of her cheeks and the pressing of her thighs that were almost trembling.

Justin wanted nothing more than to make her feel good but he couldn't, not at the moment. There was much work he should be doing, but didn't want to; he wanted to spread her across his desk and do her. But of course there was always something in the way. The silence between them arose again, this time Lolita broke it.

"I think I should leave, Mason is searching for me." she blurted, not wanting to stand and endure the throbbing of her core any longer. It was torture, standing in the presence of a man who nearly had complete control over her hormones. A man whose eyes held an intense emotion, an emotion that would make any woman ruin their panties. "Bye Mr. Bieber."

Lolita tried to quickly rush pass Mr. Bieber, she wanted to go get rid of the throbbing between her legs; he knew. Justin's string hand reached out and snatched her back, so her small back was against his hard chest. His lips lightly skimmed the shell of her ear causing Lolita to shiver against his grasp, which was tightly around her waist. The warmth of his body was engulfing her like a blanket , and the scent of his cologne tickled her nose deliciously as he whispered;

"Go upstairs and lock the door, lift that skirt up and slide your fingers inside of yourself for me"

Lolita's breath hitched, those words being the most provocative she's ever heard. If it was possible, she would have came from just those words. Justin smiled from behind her, he watched as she squirmed against his chest. "Mr. Bieber I-"

"you were going to touch yourself because I can't. " He accused, Lolita wondered how he knew was it that obvious? Could he tell by the pink hue of her cheeks that she was going to touch herself and pretend that it was Mr. Bieber? Or could he tell that she was going to finger herself shamelessly and whimper his name while doing so? Whatever the obvious signs were, didn't matter; he knew now. "Tell you what, how about you keep your door unlocked for me tonight and wait in bed naked for me ?"

Lolita's skin tingled with excitement, the thought of him, a grown man , sneaking through the halls at night just to touch her was everything she would imagine. Even the fact that he would risk being caught , exi- no it worried her.

What about everyone else?

Lolita voiced her worries, why wouldn't she? The fact that he was risking himself made her wonder, "Mr. Bieber, what about your wife? Your family, I don't think-" she blurted but abruptly stops when he turns her around to face him, Justin understood why she was worried; of course he worried about loosing the love of his life but the lust for lolita outweighed everything else.

Justin's hand immediately traveled to her cheek, caressing it slowly while his eyes search hers. He could basically see the panic within them, and he knew how she felt because that was exactly the case for him. "Sweetheart, don't worry about them right now. I want you." he told her, but was that even realistic ? How could Lolita not worry?

The situation was fùcked up on so many levels, but yet he couldn't see that; Lolita could but all it takes is the look of lust or touch and she would disregard any trace of doubt. Lolita wanted to feel, Justin wanted to touch, the two both wanted something from each other. They both wanted the feeling of euphoria, but the one of them wanted more than just sinful kisses and skin scrapping orgasms.

With a heavy sigh, she nodded her head in response to his statement although she wanted to say more they had to bid each other goodbye and speak of their situation another time. "Fine, okay Mr. Bieber I won't worry." Lolita shook her head to rid her head of any negative thoughts, instead she thought of what the night would be like once Justin snuck into her room. A smile graced her face, Justin smirked at the sudden change of expressions and he was glad; he couldn't have her worried.

"I'll see you tonight Lola, naked." he said lowly, the smirk still present on his face. His rough hands squeezed her soft yet small ones, while she shivered and nodded quietly before pulling her hands out of his grasp. She paused momentarily before biting her lip and looking up at Justin through her thick lashes, his grip was still on her and he almost had to pry himself from her body. Lolita laughed softly at the pained look in his face, she then turned and walked towards the door she discovered minutes ago.

Justin watched her developing hips move as she left through the door, cursing silently as she disappeared; many things were going through his head as he stood there. One being the way Lolita's hips moved and how the looked bare, another was how she tasted and was she sweet, and the most important one being how did he get himself involved with a teenager and why was he anticipating having his hands on her soft skin.

Maybe he would get over her after he tasted her once, then he would come to his senses. Then he can start focusing like he could before, that was what the main goal. But he was foolish to think so and Justin knew it, deep down inside of him; he just knew he couldn't leave Lolita alone.

"what the hell is wrong with me?"

Later in the evening, dinner was quiet for some reason. Instead of being loud and restless, the boys were quiet because of the scowl their mother was giving them. Lolita confused as to why but she didn't voice her thoughts, she only sat at the table bringing the spoon up to her mouth every once in awhile. Justin doing the same, attempting to keep his eyes away from Lolita. It was hard for him anyway, so the last time he glanced at her, his eyes were glued to the way her lips wrap around the spoon.

Hailey's voice suddenly brought him out of his trance, he almost dropped his own utensil. "Justin, would you like to know what your beautiful son did today? " she said almost bitterly, she was upset at Mason for whatever reason.

Justin quickly snapped his eyes to his wife, not wanting to get caught practically gawking at the way the girl licked her fork; she was arousing him and all she did was consume food. He cleared his throat and looked at his brooding wife, "What did he do now?" he asked in a tone that showed he couldn't care any less. In all honesty, it was the same thing when it came to his boys. They were all either, torturing the neighbor's pets, fighting each other, or breaking expensive things without any remorse.

"Your son, Mason- you know what? Tell your father what you did."

Mason was playing with his food, he was embarrassed that his mother was grilling him in front of Lolita instead of treating him like the nineteen year old college freshie he would be in a few months. He didn't want to tell his father because, mason knew how his father reacted to certain things. Mr. Bieber would get angry, throw his usual fit and yell at his son.

With a scowl mason answered "I got a ticket on your car."

Justin sat his fork down with a loud clink, his face was calm but everyone even Lolita was waiting for him to explode. The food in his mouth was being chewed slowly as he processed the information, any other time he would react immediately but the fact that he was calm surprised his wife. "How much?" he asked in a voice so calm, Hailey wanted to get up and check his temperature.

"seven hundred. "

Justin nodded and picked up his fork again, everyone was silently waiting for him to react but they didn't even get one. He didn't give them one because he wasn't angry, mainly because he knew what was in store for him tonight; everything else suddenly was no big deal to him. No one knew that except for he and Lolita, she could definitely tell from the heated stares he was giving her minutes ago that he couldn't wait.

"Okay, well I'll be paying it tomorrow. " Justin looked at Mason who was surprised, yet relieved that his father was taking it so lightly. But he knew not to get his hopes up, when it came to his father, he didn't know what was expected. "-But you, will be working that damn ticket off because starting tomorrow also, you will be looking for a real job."

Mason didn't protest although he wanted to, of course he didn't feel like being embarrassed anymore in front of the guest; the guest he was crushing on anyway. Instead, he was quite the rest of dinner and so was everyone else, Hailey didn't force anymore unwanted conversations at the table.

She knew her husband didn't want that

***

Soon, darkness fell and everyone in the bieber home was asleep. Well, almost everyone was asleep, Lolita had been wide awake; awaiting a certain bieber's arrival, naked like he instructed. She was bare underneath the silk pink sheets that Hailey put in the room for Lolita, only she was going to make a mess with Hailey's own husband. It was messed up, Lolita was going to betray the woman who was treating her like royalty soon.

soon, but when was soon exactly?

Her patience was growing thin and her eyelids grew heavy, instead of fighting it she let go and fell into a deep sleep. It was in fact, the hardest she's ever slept because she didn't hear the crack of her room door. She didn't hear the soft thuds of his heavy feet against the carpeted floor, and she sure as hell didn't feel the dipping at the end of her bed where he had slipped under her sheets.

His hands parted her legs, the little light from outside making it easy to see the glistening pink flesh that yearned to be lick and thoroughly enjoyed by him. He let out a soft grunt, it was almost painful for him because he wanted so badly to be inside of Lolita. Not wasting anther second, his hot tongue was on her sensitive clit immediately. Lolita jolted awake with a moan, her hand scrabbled to grip the soft sheets around her.

The feeling of his tongue slowly circling her clit sent her body into a frenzy, Lolita was hot all over and the concern for who the person was diminished. All she was worried about, was coming. It showed when Lola hips lifted from the mattress and she pushed her hot core against the stranger's tongue, which was assaulting her pussy relentlessly.

"Oh my-" she mewled, the feeling of someone else's mouth on her core for the first time was....overwhelming. Already was she coming, her youthful thighs trembled as a he buried his face completely between them; inhaling her and tasting every part of her delicious pùssy. A strangled cry escaped her lips, her body tightened and before she could process what was happening, she came over his lips. Of course he didn't mind, instead he licked his lips and savored the taste of her. He hummed contently and so did she before letting her eyelids fall close, not caring who just was in between her legs because;

It wasn't Justin.