Chapter 10: Lockwood 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Her entrance was slippery enough. The head of his cock slid back and forth over her pussy lips, his precum mixing with the wetness that had been building between her legs all night.

But it was too slippery. And Tate was a virgin too. He ground against her again and again, and every time the head slipped off. He couldn't find her entrance.

The frustration dragged a low groan out of him. He pushed his middle finger in instead, desperate, trying to locate the hole.

That worked better. His finger found it quickly — slipped in, twisted, scraped around the inner walls immediately.

Inside her it was very wet. Hot. Impossibly soft. And she was clenching around his finger in small, rhythmic pulses.

That discovery made his heart rate spike. He was a boy who had never touched a girl before tonight.

He knew she'd gotten wet for him. He knew that when he was inside her, her body would clench around his cock the same way it was clenching around his finger right now — involuntary, unconscious.

He hadn't even entered her yet and his spine was tingling. His cock twitched hard between his legs. He felt like he was about to cum.

Her pussy felt soft and downy under his hand. But when he spread the outer lips apart he could see two small, pink inner petals, shyly hiding the entrance from him.

Like she hadn't finished growing yet.

He wanted to lick her so badly it hurt. But she wouldn't let him go down on her. So he did the next thing — almost out of revenge — and scraped his fingernail across the edge of her inner labia. The sensation was sharp and stinging and electric, and her inner thighs spasmed from it.

"Mmh… it tickles, don't do that to me."

Her eyes were full of mist. Her pale body had been stripped completely bare, her legs forced open for him to do whatever he wanted. Her toes were clenched together. She looked pitiful.

His babe was so obedient in daily life already. She was about to have her virginity taken and she was still this soft, this good. Her little pussy flooded every time he rubbed it. Tate's cock — the one that was already pointing straight at her — got harder, swelling another size bigger.

This soft. No wonder he dreamed about fucking her.

He tried. He wanted to be a decent person in front of her. So he pushed down the raw excitement in his voice and came out hoarse, slightly shaking, apologetic. "Sorry. I think I'm losing control a little. I —"

He leaned over her. Looked down at the red in her cheeks. Pushed his middle finger in and out of her a few times. Then his ring finger joined, wedging into the entrance between her thighs.

"I didn't mean to do that."

While he said it, his two long fingers were circling and stirring inside her wet hole. What came out wasn't just slick — it was the thick, squelching sound of a body that was completely, helplessly soaked.

"Does it feel bad?"

June was clenching her jaw, holding back every sound. Her thighs were pinned apart. The position was so shameful she could die.

She shook her head, face burning, feeling a sensation that was entirely new to her.

"T-Tate, I have to go home tonight… I just remembered, my — my grandma is coming home tonight."

She stuttered when she was scared.

He couldn't tell if she was telling the truth or trying to find an excuse to leave. He'd been planning to stay the night with her.

"Really coming home?"

"Really… Lockwood, really, she'll be back." She was terrified, because her grandmother had never actually told her she'd be home tonight.

She'd been fine with staying with Tate. But if the whole night was going to be like this — legs pried apart, him doing this to her — she thought maybe going home was the better choice.

That word — Lockwood — made Tate pull the blanket up over both of them.

His fingers slid out from between her legs. Something else replaced them. It rubbed against her pussy with a few wet, squelching passes, and then, without warning, the full blunt pressure of his cock pushed in.

Her hole was invaded all at once. She thrashed like a fish on a board — crying, spasming, twisting. He was maybe half a finger's length inside her. The shame hit her entire body at once.

"Don't —" She called out a second too late, bit her lip, and shoved both hands against his shoulders under the blanket. She wouldn't let him come any closer.

She was resisting. So he pulled back out. But that first push — she had definitely been penetrated.

Under the covers it was too dark to see anything. A scalding hand found her chest out of nowhere, grabbed her right breast, and started kneading it — rough, relentless, like he was rolling dough against her body.

The way he touched her was almost violent. He'd never had a girl before. Now he was just going at her — hard, everywhere, no finesse.

His first attempt to get inside had been shut down. He needed another way in.

What Tate really wanted to do right now was eat her out. Lick her until her hole felt so empty she couldn't stand it. Maybe then she'd want to put his cock inside her herself.