Meanwhile, in Joycelyn’s bedroom, she had a seat in her bed. Johnathan was pacing back and forth. Rodney was on his phone, looking over his Twitter feed. And Cherie was in the bathroom.

Rodney was shaking his head in disappointment, “people are already talking about this…”

“Yeah, no shit!” Joycelyn snapped.

“Thought you were handling this, counselor! This is getting out of hand!” Jonathan said.

Then, Cherie steps out of the bathroom and intervenes, “I already called someone.”

“Cherie, thanks, but no thanks. I got this,” Jocelyn declined.

“Either you accept her help, or I am done, and you’ll find yourself another manager,” Rodney threatens.

Knowing she is outnumbered, Jonathan kneels before her and holds her hand, “if you are scared that somebody will find out. They won’t. But whatever is bothering you internally, you must give yourself some time to heal.”

Knowing she doesn’t really have a choice in the matter, Jocelyn reluctantly nods in agreement.

“Then it settled,” Cherie confirmed. “I’m going to email you the address. I know this person, so you don’t have to worry about confidentiality. In fact, she doesn’t really give a damn it all.”

“Wait, you already told somebody about this?!” Jocelyn urged.

“You already snapped out twice in three days! I think people already know that you are a bit out there, J.J.,” Cherie assures. “Now, I want you there at noon, and she will call me if you flake out,” Cherie confirms as she leaves the living room.

Rodney takes a deep breath of relief, knowing something is actually getting done about her mental health, “I’m going to see if Mordechai’s okay. You may not like him, but everybody else does, and if he speaks up about this…?” Rodney leaves the room hastily.

Then it was Jonathan and Jocelyn in the room. Jocelyn, with her head down and staring at her feet, Jonathan wondered what to say next or what to do next. But at least he tried, “Jocelyn, I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be, this wasn’t your fault,” Jocelyn reasserted, while still staring out the window.

Not the one to probe into personal affairs, Johnathan couldn’t help himself, “are you going to go to this woman Cherie talked about?”

Jocelyn didn’t answer, still staring out the window.

Johnathan gives up, “You wait here and get some rest for tomorrow...”

As Johnathan began to leave the room, Jocelyn answered her, “JoJo?”

Quickly, he spun around to respond, “yes, Jocelyn.”

Then, Johnathan turned around and saw her face with bloodshot eyes, still puffy from crying. Handsomely, Jocelyn rewarded Johnathan by giving him a vague yet understandable command, “stay with me.”

Jonathan much obliged as he closes the door, and Jocelyn got up from the bed and began to take off her blouse. Not wasting any time, she walked towards the bed and unzipping her skirt from her side. Like every other girl that Johnathan has ever dealt with, Jocelyn hated wearing underwear. The only thing she was wearing was her thigh-high silk stockings.

Jonathan eagerly stripped naked as well as he crawled into bed with Jocelyn underneath the sheets.

Wasting no time, Jocelyn scooted over towards him and managed to straddle him gingerly while he was lying on his back. He was looking at her face, and she was still in a lot of emotional pain, but hopefully, the pleasure that he would give Jocelyn would help her through the night.

It was a good thing he chose a button-down. Still, she found great pleasure undressing him. Slowly taking off his shirt, revealing, even more, scratch marks, bite marks and welts traveling all over his body. Those too are going to leave scars.

As they stood there, they looked deep into each other’s eyes and saw nothing but regret and pain. Her eyes wandered, looking at the bite mark on the left trapezoid of his shoulder. It was so bad, he needed stitches. Still, Jocelyn went over to his healed wound and kissed it gently. Wanting, Johnathan used his arms to pull her in even closer, burying himself into her bosom. Jocelyn wrapping her arms around his back, feeling the scratch marks and welts where many others left them. A stunning realization, that what he had to deal with as a detective dealing with such deviant nether users.

Jocelyn gently tugged on his brown locks as Johnathan looked up to see her face-to-face. At that moment, Jocelyn gave him a passionate kiss. It was not the first time that Johnathan kissed a woman, but this was different. This was an out of lust, it was out of love. Deep, unconditional love that he had never dealt with before.

Hungrily, he took great pride in taking in the sweet taste of Jocelyn’s mouth. If only I can do so much, he asked himself. He wanted to be at his best, taking her. However, Jocelyn didn’t mind. This was a long time coming. Something that they both wanted, but they were both afraid of even achieving.

But none of that matters anymore. This never-ending struggle that he was created to deal with, that didn’t matter to him anymore. Then they had to deal with didn’t matter to him anymore. All that mattered to him in his life now was sitting right in front of him.

Jocelyn then gently pushed him down on the bed, caressing his welted abdomen. Jocelyn knew he didn’t really need much encouragement when it came to such arousal as his member stood vertically firm and pulsating. The woman of his dreams was about to take in his immense length, depth, and girth was the one who deeply respected him as a man.

Their storied gazes were interlocked with each other as they were no words between them. They didn’t have to say anything. Nothing had to be said. She firmly held onto his member and lowers her hips. Taking the tip, brushing it against her wet folds gingerly… Teasing him… Making him wait a little bit more until… His mushroom tip entered. That would’ve been enough for any petite female like Jocelyn and would’ve been enough to make a man like Johnathan reach his climax, but he held on.

Sheathing his massive shaft into her, it was unavoidable for her to moan in pleasure. To finally give in to such power between her legs was both liberating and soul-searching. Fortunately, Johnathan felt the same. After all these years, the familiar warmth that enveloped him so many times felt the same. But now, it was different. Way different.

Only a few… Maybe a couple of inches left… She took such triumph as she gently slammed her hips against his. Johnathan hiccupped. Breathing a sigh of relief, Jocelyn took a moment to see her burly lover being drowned in pleasure and finding peace. But there was no rest for the wicked as she began to move on top of him. Rolling her hips against his, she moaned passionately, sucking in as much oxygen that she could. Johnathan in his own right was overwhelmed himself as he took his hands and grabbed onto her hips.

This went on for a while, testing out the waters, seeing whether if it’s safe to dive in. Holding one’s breath and taking the plunge. Letting the warm water washing the relief over you. Jocelyn decided to pick up the pace by sitting upright, gently bouncing herself on top of his hips. Riding the manhood of her buff lover, she witnesses Johnathan losing his mind and loving every minute of it. It was only a matter of time before the grand finale. He thrusts his hips, pounding away at Jocelyn’s soft and warm flesh as sopping wet noises filled the room. Moaning louder and louder, Jocelyn screams have become breathless as her eyes and mouth wide open while she orgasmed like a thunderbolt.

In an instant, Johnathan buried himself inside her as deep as he could possibly go, breaking through her defenses and planting his spurting head right at the entrance of her womb. His balls pressed against her folds, and she could feel them tightening, squirting her full of his potency directly into her.

Johnathan groaned, giving her short, hard thrusts, each one bringing a fresh shot every time, and she welcomed everyone, panting with desire as she was well and truly bred. Slowly, his movements stopped, his hands were still clinging on her hips, not wanting to pull out. His massive member was still throbbing within her, leaking more of himself into the ocean already boiling in her womb.

Jocelyn collapsed on his chest. Clinging on to him, desperate for contact as electric shocks running from where her skin touched his all through her body. “Johnathan… Johnathan… thank you so much… that was amazing…” she kept murmuring in his ear, and she kissed him hard.

“I should be thanking you, Jocelyn. For everything,” he said softly. He then thrust into her again, hard, making her bounce and gasp. “But whoever said we were done, J.J.? We are just getting started.”

She shuddered and laughed, a trace of manic glee in the sound. She was looking forward to it. In fact, she couldn't wait to get started again.