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stroke before he buried it into my willing sex. His passionate rhythm matched his coaxing on my perk nub.
    “Come for me, York.” He panted against my ear.
    Even if I wanted to hold back, I couldn’t. Wave after orgasmic wave crashed into me. The ropes and his possessive arm around me kept my knees from faltering. His cry echoed in the room with my own, but he never released his grip on me. My arms flopped to my sides as the rope set them free.
    Tall One eased me to my back on the bed. His kiss consumed my throat before he ran his tongue along my breasts. Each one had his attention, one hand kneading while his mouth suckled on the areola. The heat between my thighs never lessened, and I yearned for his cock to fill me whole. He never entered me fully, but the length given always satisfied me like no other lover.
    His lips traveled south while his palms continued to torment my nipples. He claimed my sex with his mouth, and I screamed. He drank me in as my legs trembled. I tried to blissfully rationalize that my time between having a male was his key to my multiple orgasms, but no one brought me to the edge faster and harder than Tall One. I only lamented that I couldn’t find out who he was so that we could fuck outside of the confines of Black Room.
    I closed my eyes, and my hands wove into his hair as he loved my sex over and over. His tongue flicked and nipped while his fingers danced around the opening. When he positioned himself between my legs again, I moved my hips to his steady pumping. We parted as I gasped for breath. My fingers danced along my breasts, inviting him for another taste. As he seized one of the nipples, I murmured the one name that should have been furthest from my mind.
    “Matt.”
    Tall One froze on top of me. I blinked and stared into his deep dark eyes. He quirked a small smile before flicking his tongue out along my stiffened nipple.
    “Shame on you, York.” He flipped me over and gave my deliciously sore ass a smack. “On your knees.”
    I complied and he rounded the bed, his purple cock firm in his hand. He hid most of the length with his palm camouflage, leaving me to wonder on the size of my lover.
    “Open your mouth.”
    The aftermath of our first session glistened on the mushroom tip. My lips parted as he neared. His cock slid in, and I suckled on his shaft. My tongue curled around the small slit along the head. He moved his hips, never allowing the full extent of his manhood to enter. I wanted it all, but he denied me.
    “No, no. Bad girls only get a taste.”
    His fingers tangled in my hair to guide my mouth’s pace. With each thrust, my tongue caressed his shaft and tickled the head. His heavy breathing trumpeted his near completion. My lips pursed around his girth, unwilling to allow him to withdraw. I wanted to taste him as he had me. His knuckles grazed my chin as he stroked his shaft, his ploy to torment me further lost to his need. His hot, silky semen filled my mouth and, uninhibited, I coaxed the full amount from his cock. One last swipe of my tongue along the tip and I rolled away grinning.
    He frowned at me.
    “What?” I smiled and stretched out on the bed. “You said bad girls get to taste.”
    He chuckled. “I’m glad you came tonight.”
    “Me too. Multiple times.”
    He laughed harder and shook his head. I waited my customary five minutes after he left to go through the only other door to the room. Beyond I could get a quick shower and wash away my decadent evening but not the memories and wanting to have Tall One in my life permanently.
     
     

Chapter Thirteen
     
    My toes tapped to the music blaring from my MP3 player. I had my feet over the top of the couch, and my head hung off the end. I paid for it, I’m abusing it. A weekend consisting of a night at Black Room and masturbating like a teenaged sex fiend had put me in a better mood. I bathed myself at least three times for ‘hygiene’ purposes. One could never be sure if all the dirt came off.
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