CHAPTER 2: GAS STATION HOOD FUCK
CLAUDIA’S POV
Another hour drags by in this delicious torture. The sun finally creeps up to paint the sky pink, but we stay locked together with my dress a crumpled mess and his shorts ruined.
Jada keeps the texts coming—“Grind slower, make him beg,” “Pinch your n*****s, send pic,” “Tell him to finger your ass under the blanket.”
Zion obeys every one with a growl the whole time while his c**k never fully softens.
At a red light, a family in an SUV pulls up beside us with boys his age in the back.
Zion yanks the blanket lower to expose where we join and thrusts slow to make me bite my fist to stay quiet while the mom glances over to frown.
Exit sign for the gas station looms like a neon promise. Mom pipes up, “Mark, pull over—I’m sure the kids nee
