Page 52 of A Hurt So Good

“I don’t know what kind of shit you two have going on, but keep me out of it,” Cale says.

“Cale. Come on,” Arya says, trying to reach for him once more. I grab her other wrist and yank her back toward me, causing her to stumble and fall into me. She looks up at me with anger in those blue eyes.

“What the hell is your problem, Denz?” She spins on me now. She shoves at my chest, but I don’t move.

“You seem to forget who you belong to.”

“What? For dancing with Cale?”

“No other man should be touching you, Arya!”

“He wasn’t touching me, Denz! I was dancing with him. He’s my friend.”

“He’s your ex-friend now,” I deadpan.

“You can’t choose my friends for me, Denz.”

“I just did,” I remind her. She takes a deep breath before walking around me and stomping back toward the house. I follow behind her, but I only let her get as far as the back of the pool house before I grab her and spin her to face me.

“Were you going to fuck him?” her eyes narrow, her nostrils flare, and I know whatever is about to come from her, I’m not going to like. She doesn’t respond with words. No, she pulls her little fist back, and before I can register what she’s doing, she punches me in the jaw.

“Just because you like to fuck everything you come in contact with doesn’t mean I do the same!” She screams at me. Again, she starts to walk past me, but I don’t let her. I jerk her back and slam her back against the side of the pool house. Her head bounces off it, and for a brief second, I regret doing it. That doesn’t last long, though.

“What the fuck?” she yells as she reaches up to touch the back of her head.

“You ever try to walk away from me again, and you’re going to pay for it,” I warn her. She narrows her eyes when I lean down and strip the bikini bottoms off her. She moves to pull them backup when I shove her back once again. Arya knows not to fuck with me, so she doesn’t try again. I lower my shorts, pulling my cock free before turning her to face away from me.

“Brace your hands on the wall,” I tell her. She does as she’s told and places her hands on the wall. Then I lean down, spread her ass wide, and spit on her.

“What are you doing?” she asks, trying to move, but I shove her back in place.

“You want to mess around with other guys. You want to keep cutting yourself,” I growl at her. She gasps at my words. “You think the guys wouldn’t tell me what you were doing to yourself?”

“Denz. I’m sorry,” she says softly, but it’s too late for that now. I grab my cock and smear the spit around her ass before pressing the tip of my cock to it. “Denz. No.”

“Why not? You need to learn, Arya. You don’t fucking hurt yourself because that fucking hurts us.”

“I said I was sorry.” I push in a little further. Arya gasps as her nails claw at the brick of the pool house. “Denz, please.”

“You’re going to take my cock in your ass, Arya. You’re going to be sorry for what you did,” I warn her.

“I am sorry!”

“Not sorry enough,” I tell her as I shove in a little more. Fuck, I knew she’d feel good but not this good. Inch by inch, I slide into her, giving her a little time to adjust as I go. There’s no way in fuck I’m going to pull out of her now.

“Denz!” she snaps at me once more.

“What?”

“I’ve never done this before,” she tells me softly. Fuck me. I groan and reach up, wrapping my hand in her hair and tugging her back on my cock. It doesn’t matter that she’s never done this because I’m taking her anyway.

And that’s what I do. I jerk her head back with one hand and keep the other planted on her hip as I fuck her slowly at first. Arya adjusts to my size, and after a few strokes, she begins to moan. I knew she’d like her punishment.

Letting go of her hair, I move my hands to her hips and hold on tightly. Then, I really began to pump into her. I fuck her hard and fast. Her nails are bleeding when I look up at the way she’s digging into the brick wall. Fuck, I should stop, but I’m not going to. And I don’t. I keep going.

Arya screams for me, cusses at me, and I still don’t care. I slide one hand around her waist and find her clit, slapping it with my hand before toying with it. Arya can’t control herself now. She pushes back, riding my cock by herself.

“Oh fuck, Arya. Do it, baby. Ride my cock. Fill your fucking ass up with me,” I groan. She keeps moving, forcing herself down my length as I play with her clit until she can’t take anymore. She comes hard as I do the same. My fingers dig into her hips as I release everything I have in me.

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