His desire was overwhelming, and a low groan escaped his lips as he reached out with his middle finger to explore her. Unlike his c0ck, which wouldn’t penetrate, his finger quickly found its mark. He slid it inside, rotating and probing. Xia Yao was so wet and hot inside, her soft walls pulsing rhythmically around his finger. 

The sensation made Zhou Ye’s heart race; this was his first intimate encounter with a woman. He knew her wetness was for him, and that when he was finally inside her, she would clench him like this, unconsciously, with the heat of her body.

Even before entering, Zhou Ye felt a shiver down his spine, the throbbing between his thighs intensifying, a near-bursting sensation building. Her intimate area felt soft and downy, but parting the delicate folds revealed two small, pink buds, childishly concealing the entrance to her core. It appeared almost untouched, still unfurling. He ached to taste her, but she wouldn't allow it. 

Almost as retaliation, he scraped his nail against her inner lips, a flick both painful and stimulating, a jolt that made Xia Yao's inner thighs spasm. 

"Mmm... itchy. Don't do that," she whimpered, eyes glazed with moisture. Her snow-white body lay bare, legs forced apart, at his complete mercy. Her toes curled together, giving her a vulnerable air. 

His darling girl was always obedient, but seeing her now, so compliant and pliant on the verge of losing her v1rginity, her tender opening already glistening wet, made the er3ction straining against her swell even larger. She was so soft, no wonder he dreamt of taking her. 

Zhou Ye wanted to regain some semblance of control, to act civilized. Fighting the intense ar0usal in his voice, he forced a low, husky apology, "I'm sorry. I'm losing control. I..." 

He leaned down, his gaze fixed on the flush in her cheeks as he pumped the middle finger buried inside her, then slipped his ring finger in alongside it.

"I didn't mean to do that." 

His long fingers circled and stirred within her wet heat, drawing out not only slick ar0usal but also the soft, intimate sounds of her body’s readiness. 

"Does it feel uncomfortable?"

Xia Yao fought to suppress any sounds of pleasure. Her thighs were forced wide open for him, the position mortifying. Blushing furiously, she shook her head, experiencing sensations entirely new to her.

"Zhou... Zhou Ye, I have to go home tonight... I just remembered, my... my grandma is coming back tonight." Nervousness made her stutter.

Zhou Ye wasn't sure if she was telling the truth or just looking for an excuse to leave early. He had planned to spend the night with her. "She really is coming back?"

"Really... Zhou Ye, really, she's coming back." Panic seized her; her grandmother hadn't mentioned returning at all. While she cherished the thought of being with Zhou Ye, the prospect of spending the entire night like this, legs spread for him, made her think going home might be best.

The way she unfamiliarly called his name made him yank the covers up, which hid them both beneath the blankets. He withdrew the two fingers from between her legs, replacing them with something else. 

After a few slick, sliding strokes against her entrance, he suddenly thrust his large c0ck inside her, the pressure intense and overwhelming. Her small opening, abruptly invaded, caused her to writhe like a fish on a chopping board, whimpering and spasming uncontrollably. 

He'd only penetrated a fraction of an inch, but a burning wave of shame washed over her. 

"Don't..." she cried out a moment later, biting her lip and bracing her hands against his shoulders beneath the covers, trying to keep him from invading her further. She was resisting, so he pulled back, but that initial thrust had definitely broken through.

The covers were a dark cocoon, obscuring everything from Xia Yao's view. A scorching hand suddenly cupped her br3ast, kneading and rolling her n1pple as if working dough. 

His touch was rough, almost violent, possessive. He was inexperienced with women, and it showed in the forcefulness of his actions. His first attempt at penetration had been rebuffed, and he was clearly trying to devise another strategy. Zhou Ye desperately wanted to taste her, to lick her until she was aching and empty, hoping that she might then be the one to guide his rod inside.