Waiting For Me (Beautiful Surrender #2)(14)
Author: Ava Claire

And then she moved her hips.

Slow, deliberate circles at first, each rotation making her shudder. I clutched her waist, holding her steady as I took the reins and vaulted my c**k deep inside her. She threw her head back in abandon.

“Oh God, Logan,” she moaned. “I’m so close.”

I gritted my teeth as I slowly rocked in and out of her, watching her face as I pulled out then punched back in. She loved being denied and filled, giving me control over her delicious body.

“Ask me for permission,” I said thickly, my words haggard. “Ask me to let you come.”

She tried to quicken the pace, but I tsked and held her still, loving the way she pouted and tried to tempt me by rolling her hips. “Please let me come.”

“Beg,” I breathed hotly.

“Please let me come,” she moaned, her face awash with lust. “I want to come with you deep inside me.”

I tugged on the chain, almost satisfied. Close to coming myself. But I was a gentleman in matters of the bed. Ladies first. “Come for me.”

I loosened my hold and she hopped up and down on my swollen lust, eyes squeezed shut as she started moaning uncontrollably, her legs shaking wildly. Her orgasm rippled over me, clutching me tight. Her face so serene, so filled with pleasure.

I let go.

Our bodies were so in sync. She pulled me deeper, milking every last drop of me into her. Draining me in the most beautiful way.

She rolled over onto her side, breathless. Still shaking myself, I removed the clamp one by one, then reached around and unraveled her wrists.

She collapsed into my arms, her body warm and liquid. I shut my eyes and finally found peace.

And then the damn phone rang.

It was muffled since it was tangled up in my jeans, but loud enough that it cut through the afterglow. I kissed Melissa on the forehead and slowly eased from the bed.

I cleared my throat as I yanked the cell free. When I looked at the screen and saw my assistant’s name flashing up at me, I angrily snatched it to my ear. “Jessica, this better be some sort of national emergency—”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Mason. I tried calling earlier. And I left several messages,” Jessica said contritely.  “It’s just…the phone is ringing off the hook, and there are reporters all over—”

“Reporters?” I frowned, raking dark strands from my eyes. “What’s going on?”

“It’s Delilah James. Her team leaked that she’s making an announcement on GMA tomorrow morning. She says she’s pregnant…and you’re the father.”