HIS GUILTY PLEASURE

HIS CO$K, HIS LIES! 7

Chapter 7


Ariana’s POV

Sarah’s phone kept buzzing. The unknown number lit up the screen again.

My heart raced as I stared at it, still sitting in her lap with my wet, sore p***y pressed against her soft thigh. After the wild night I’d had, I wasn’t sure I could handle any more surprises.

“Who the f**k is texting you this late?” I asked, voice husky.

Sarah picked up the phone and opened the message, then showed me the screen with a smirk.

Unknown: Tell Ariana she was incredible. I loved how wet and eager that tight p***y got for me. Can’t stop thinking about how hard she came. Shadow.

I let out a breathless laugh, heat rushing to my face. “He’s so f*****g cocky… but damn, he wasn’t lying.”

Sarah grinned and squeezed my ass. “You did say you begged him to f**k you harder.”

I reached for my own phone. Jake had been blowing it up all night with his pathetic excuses about the mistress. I dialed his number, surprisingly calm after everything.

He answered immediately. “Ariana, baby, I knew you’d call back. About that text you saw this morning”

“Save it, Jake,” I cut him off firmly. “I saw months of messages. You were texting her while I was making your breakfast and letting you f**k me.

You called me a nag and said she takes your c**k better. We’re done. Don’t contact me again. I’m moving on with my life.”

I hung up before he could whine more. The relief that washed over me was huge. No more lies. No more going back to his toxic bullshit.

Sarah pulled me tighter, her fingers gently stroking my tender folds again. “That’s my girl.

You deserve so much better than him. And tonight with Shadow… it sounded like exactly the dirty release you needed after that fight.”

I kissed her deeply, grinding slowly on her hand as fresh pleasure built. “It was.

I was drunk and horny as hell, but I wanted every second of it.

The way he stretched me, the way he made me c*m so hard… I needed that. But no more random hookups like that. Tonight I choose myself.”

We stayed tangled together on the couch for a long time, talking, touching, and processing the insane day.

From Jake’s cruel words at breakfast, to the filthy texting with Shadow, to getting drunk and f****d senseless in a hotel, to ending up safe and satisfied in Sarah’s arms.

The clock passed 1 AM, but it was still the same long, chaotic day. My body was sore, my heart was healing, and for the first time since slamming the door on Jake, I felt hopeful.

I wasn’t magically whole again. The hurt was still there, lingering beneath the surface, but it no longer controlled me.

Every painful step had brought me here, and I refused to let my past define my future.

Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new choices, and maybe even new beginnings.

Whatever came next, I would face it with my head held high.

I was going to move forward,stronger, wiser, and finally putting myself first.

And for the first time in a very long time, that felt like enough.