Page 39 of A Hurt So Good

“Arya, cry. Cry, baby.” She shakes her head, holding back tears that I know she needs to cry.

“I can’t!” She screams.

“Arya, you can’t hold this in. You’ve held it in for so long, and it’s killing you,” I tell her. A sob rips from her throat, and I slowly step closer to her. When I reach for her, she loses it completely. The saddest sounds I’ve ever heard fall from her lips as she grabs onto me and holds me tightly. She cries. And not just any cry. This is heart-shattering sobs. Her body shakes as I keep her tucked into my chest.

And we stay like this. We stay just like this until she can’t cry anymore. When the shaking subsides, she pulls back and reaches up, resting her hand on my cheek.

“Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me. You needed to get it out,” I tell her. She nods her head before her hand slips down and into my trunks. She grabs my cock in her hand and slowly begins to stroke it.

“This isn’t the time, Arya.”

“Are you going to deny me?” she sniffles, wiping her cheek with her free hand. I let her yank my shorts down my legs and play with my cock. It feels so fucking good having her hand wrapped around me the way it is. I groan, and when I can’t take anymore, I reach for her shorts and yank them down her legs. I drop to my knees in front of her and spread her pussy lips. Then I lean in and lick her from back to front. Arya gasps, her hands finding their way into my hair. I flick my tongue over her clit and watch as her knees shake.

When I can’t wait any longer, I pull her down with me. I sit on the floor, pulling her into my lap. She raises up, and I hold my cock while she slides down the length. I groan at the feeling ofhaving her wrapped around me. Arya pants as she takes me all the way in. Then, slowly, she begins to ride me. She rises and falls down my cock, and I can’t think straight. My hands move to her hips, gently holding her as she takes what she needs from me. Up and down. Over and over. My mind is reeling as Arya uses me.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. You like riding my cock?” I ask her breathlessly.

“Yes!” she cries out as she moves faster and harder. Her body bounces up and down, and I can feel that tingle running along my spine.

“Baby, you’re going to make me come faster than I planned on,” I admit to her. She moans and keeps moving as if that’s exactly what she wants from me. She rides me harder until I feel her pussy clench around me, and that’s when I let go. I fucking come harder, growling her name.

“Oh God,” she cries out as her orgasm washes over her. She leans forward and rests her head on my shoulder as I run my fingers along her spine. Her breath tickles my neck as she breathes heavily.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” I tell her. She laughs a little before pulling back and standing.

“Think I should clean up, or should I wear your cum out there?” She winks at me, nodding toward the door.

“Fuck, Arya. You think I’m not going to get hard as hell knowing my cum is leaking into your bottoms?”

“That’s the point, isn’t it?” She smiles at me, and it takes my breath away. I watch her redress as I stand and pull my shortsback up. Then she walks over and wraps her hand around mine, intertwining our fingers.

“You ready?” I ask her. She nods her head, and I unlock the door, holding it open while she walks out, but she doesn’t let go of my hand. She tugs me along with her as the guys look up and see us. Denz smirks but War just looks at us.

“Thank you for letting me do that. I think you’re right. I was holding it in for so long I didn’t know how to deal with it,” she tells me. I pull her around in front of me, gripping her face in my hands.

“You should know by now I’m a good listener. If you ever want to talk about it, I’m here.” She nods her head before wrapping her arms around my waist and hugging me. Everything in the goddamn world feels right with her in my arms.

When she finally pulls away, we walk back over to the stairs and climb back into the pool. The other two swim toward us.

“Hey, Arya. What do you think about spending the night with us at my mom’s place?” My eyes widen as I look at Denz. I can’t believe he even asked her that. The area is shit, but we’re used to it. She isn’t. Not like she wouldn’t be protected because she wouldn’t leave our sight, but it still surprises me.

“Sure. I don’t mind,” she says with a shrug.

“Sasha has been dying to have you over,” Denz tells her.

“She seemed really nice and mouthy. We should be good friends,” she laughs.

“She is mouthy as hell.”

“Are you sure your mom won’t mind?” she asks. The three of us share a look before Denz licks his lips.

“The thing is, my mom, she’s a drunk. There’s no use in going around it. It is what it is, and she is what she is. She’s always been a big drinker, and it’s slowly killing her.”

“I’m sorry, Denz.”

“Don’t be. She did this to herself. The only thing I’m worried about is Sasha and what will happen to her after she does die.” Arya slowly moves toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

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