Page 68 of Arden and the Girl Downstairs

Arden walks me backwards until my thighs hit the side of our bed. Without a word, he pushes me onto the mattress, slides my dress up, and yanks my panties off with a forceful urgency that sends my pulse racing.

Before I can form my next thought, he pushes my legs open wide and dives between my thighs. My mind blanks as he takes me to a whole new place, a place I love to go with him, filled with nothing but sensations—andus.

I run my fingers through his hair and hold his head closer.

His tongue lavishes my pussy, eating me like I’m his last meal. He slowly inserts a finger, heightening my pleasure and drawing a moan from me.

Godthat feels so good.

He picks up the pace instinctively, reading my body like an expert, teasing me with alternating licks and nibbles.

“More! Please, Arden. I need you.” My words end on a whimper.

He doesn’t make me wait; he sits back on his heels and locks his gaze with mine.

The look in his eyes is pure lust and love.

I’m unable to express what I need more of in this moment, but lucky for me, Arden knows.

He stands and strips off his clothes. I let my gaze roam over his perfect body.

How is this man real?

Once he’s down to nothing but his glorious skin, he sits me up so he can peel my dress off. Before I know it, he’s lowered me back to the bed and his tall, lean body is over the top of me. I relish the feel of his warm skin meeting mine as he lowers himself down. His lips descend on my mouth and he kisses me thoroughly. I can taste myself on his tongue, and a wicked heat floods my body. I grind against him, and he reciprocates, rubbing his hard length through my wetness and against my clit, but doesn’t rush to enter me.

Breaking the kiss, I gasp out, “No more teasing.”

With a wicked grin, he pulls back and positions the head of his long, hard cock against my entrance.

He pushes forward slowly, torturing me exquisitely.

I spread my thighs wider in encouragement and follow his gaze down between us to watch myself take every inch of him.

I wait with bated breath, the anticipation and the view sending a shudder through me.

Finally, our bodies connect as he pushes his full length inside me.

“God, Ella, you feel so good, baby,” Arden groans out.

He doesn’t move, except to resume our kiss, until I’m forcing my hips up to try and create some friction. He takes the hint and starts to move in and out of me, frustratingly slowly. My pussy clenches every time he moves, and I try to speed him up, but he’s not having any of that.Mothertrucker.

“Arden! What the fu—”

Suddenly Rhys’s voice is echoing through the intercom. “Hurry up, people are starting to arrive.”

“Gabrielle, tell Rhys to fuck off,” Arden yells to the house AI. He doesn’t wait for Gabrielle to confirm, just continues to slide in and out of me with agonising slowness.

Right as I am about to let loose with some choice curse words, Rhys is talking again. “Dude, there are people arriving and they want to know what’s going on, and who the hell Steve is. We don’t know what to tell them.”

Arden planned this memorial service, and it seems he didn’t tell those outside of our circle who Steve was, which is an odd thing to do. Because honestly, why would people come to our memorial service for my rat? My guess: because Arden asked them to.

“We will be down soon,” Arden tells Gabrielle to respond.

“Seriously, what am I supposed to tell these people?” Rhys says, sounding pissed.

“I don’t fucking care. We. Will. Be. Down. Soon,” Arden says, matching each word with a hard thrust.

“Thankfuck,” I blurt out, and it’s as if my unintentional curse snaps his control. He pumps his cock in and out of my pussy, making me moan, his heated gaze locking with mine as he speeds up.

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