Chapter 103 Beautiful
Molly's lips crashed against Zion's in the dim glow of the car's dashboard lights, their breaths mingling. Her hands roamed over his broad chest, fingers tracing the firm ridges of muscle beneath his shirt, feeling the rapid thump of his heart matching her own frantic pulse.
Zion's palms were everywhere—one kneading the plump curve of her ass, pulling her tighter against him on the driver’s seat, while the other cupped her full breast, thumb flicking over her hardened nipple through the thin fabric. “Goddess, you're so soft,” he murmured between deep, devouring kisses, his voice rough with desire. “Like fucking silk everywhere I touch.”
She shifted in his lap, and that's when she felt it—the rigid length of his cock pressing up against her core through their clothes, thick and insistent, making her inner walls clench with a mix of nerves and aching want. It was bigger than she'd imagined, a solid bulge that promised to stretch her in ways she'd only fantasized about.
The radio hummed faintly in the background, some sultry beat that caught Zion's ear for a split second, but he ignored it, his focus snapping back to her. His mouth latched onto her nipple. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak, sucking hard enough to draw a sharp inhale from her.
Molly's head fell back against the seat, a strange tingle shooting through her. No one had ever touched her like this, so raw and direct. It bordered on overwhelming, but the pull low in her belly turned it into something electric, her pussy pulsing with fresh heat.
His hand slid from her ass, dipping between her thighs. She parted her legs instinctively, and his fingers found her soaked folds, slipping past her slick entrance without resistance. Molly gasped, her nails digging into his scalp as she clutched fistfuls of his hair.
She arched into his touch, her body betraying her innocence with every quiver. Zion's fingers explored her depths, spreading her open, circling the tight walls that gripped him like a vice. He moved with a practiced ease, curling just right to brush that hidden spot inside her, sending sparks racing up her spine. If this was what his hands could do, she thought wildly, she needed more—needed him to be the one to claim her first, the guy she'd watched from afar, heart racing at every glimpse.
“Oh, Molly, you're so tight and wet for me,' Zion growled against her skin, his breath hot on her collarbone. “Help me get these pants off.”
Her hands trembled as she fumbled with his belt, the metal clinking in the confined space. She yanked the zipper down and reached inside, wrapping her fingers around his throbbing cock. It sprang free, heavy and veined, longer and thicker than she could wrap her mind around.
She immediately panicked: how would that even fit? Her heartbeat spiked, pounding in her ears.
Zion's eyes sharpened, catching the fear in her widened gaze and the way her pulse fluttered at her throat. He withdrew his fingers from her pussy with a wet sound, licking them clean as he pulled back from her breast. “Hey, easy,” he said softly, cupping her face. “I'll be gentle, I promise. We go at your pace.”
Molly nodded, swallowing hard, her trust in him overriding the doubt. Zion's strong hands gripped her hips, lifting her with effortless control. He positioned himself at her entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging her dripping slit. She hovered there, feeling the pressure build as he guided her down inch by agonizing inch.
Her virgin hole resisted, so narrow against his girth, the stretch burning like fire.
He groaned low in his throat, brows furrowing. “Relax a little for me, yeah? You're squeezing me so damn good.”
She tried, breathing shallowly, but the intrusion was intense, that massive thing forcing its way in, splitting her open. Pain lanced through her as he pushed deeper, and she buried her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his musky scent, tears pricking her eyes.
Zion went slow, murmuring soothing words against her hair, his lips trailing kisses along her shoulder. Finally, with a pop of resistance giving way, he seated himself fully inside her, his cock buried to the hilt in her clenching heat.
Molly's body went rigid. It hurt—god, it hurt, but Zion held still, one hand stroking her back. “I've got you,” he whispered, nipping gently at her skin. “Just breathe, beautiful. Tell me when to start moving.”
Beautiful? He’d just called her beautiful…
She nodded into his shoulder.
True to his word, he began to move her, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks as he lifted and lowered her in shallow thrusts. The initial ache ebbed, replaced by a building fullness that bordered on too much.
Then, as her body adjusted, slickness easing the friction, pleasure bloomed in deep, throbbing waves that made her toes curl. Zion didn't know this was her first time, but the way she gripped him, her walls fluttering around his length, drove him wild. He rocked up into her, his cock dragging along her sensitive insides, hitting spots that made stars burst behind her eyelids.
It was pure bliss. Every slide of him in and out sent jolts of ecstasy through her nerves, her clit grinding against his base with each descent. She moaned into his neck, hips starting to roll on their own, chasing the overwhelming sensations.
Zion's groans matched hers, his pace quickening just enough to build the tension without overwhelming her. “You feel incredible, Molly,” he rasped, one hand sliding up to tangle in her hair, pulling her into a messy kiss. Her breasts bounced with the motion, nipples grazing his chest, adding layers to the fire coiling in her gut.
“Thank you…” she managed to muster.