I didn’t doubt it. His huge erection was poking into my belly. Yes, physical chemistry. We certainly did have that.

He turned me around and pushed me against the wall. “Don’t move,” he said in my ear.

From my position, I heard the rip of a condom wrapper. In about three seconds, he was behind me, his front to my back, his cock nudging the crease of my ass.

“I told you I’d fuck you up against this wall. Get ready, baby.”

I gasped as he thrust himself into me. “God, you’re so big.”

“Shh,” he said against my neck. “You’ll get used to it.”

I was used to it already. I felt complete in a way I never had before. No one had ever felt like this inside me, and I knew no one ever would again. So I was going to savor this afternoon. I was going to let him do whatever he wanted.

He pulled out and thrust back in. I gasped again.

“You like that? You like my big hard cock inside you?”

I wasn’t used to such language, but I liked it. God, I liked it very much.

I wept a shaky “yes.”

He continued pumping into me, and with each stroke, I spiraled higher and higher.

“Reach down and touch yourself, sweetheart. I want you to come.”

He didn’t need to tell me twice. After a few seconds of playing with myself, I was flying, the orgasm taking me with a force I had never experienced.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me. Come all over my big dick.”

When my spasms finally cleared, he pulled out and turned me around. Then he lifted me in his arms and set me down upon his hard cock. This man was strong. He held me, lifted me up and down upon him, and oh my God, it felt good. Within minutes, without any clitoral simulation, I was coming again. Coming all over him.

“Oh my God, Jonah. Oh my God, so good.” I cried out, screamed, words left my lips without thought. I loved every minute of it.

“That’s it, baby. Show me how much you want me. Show me how much you like it. I want you to come. I want you to come all over me.”

He carried me to the bed and laid me down, not gently. Then he plunged inside me again, my legs over his shoulders.

Something about that angle… God, I was exploding again all over the place. The orgasms kept coming one after the other, wave after wave after wave of surging pleasure.

His cock hit the perfect place inside me, making me melt around him again and again and again.

“You’re so responsive. I’ve never had a woman stay this wet for so long. My God, you are something else. So gorgeous. So perfect.”

I bit my lip to keep from crying out again.

Then I thought to myself, why bother? I opened my mouth and screamed. It was freeing and wonderful.

He clamped his lips to mine and continued pumping into me. Our tongues swirled together. And with every new ounce of pleasure he forced from me, I only wanted more.

He pulled out, quickly broke the kiss, and flipped me over so I was on my hands and knees. He gave my ass cheek a quick slap.

I gasped. No one had ever done that to me.

Before I could decide if I liked it, he slapped me again, and then he thrust back into me.

“My God, so good. You’re so tight.” He continued to pound into me, and then he pulled out and lay down. His cock was still standing, huge and erect. “Get on top of me, Melanie. Ride me.”

It never occurred to me not to do what he asked. I scrambled on top of him and groaned as I sank onto his hardness.

He reached toward me and grabbed both of my breasts. “Gorgeous. Such beautiful breasts. They’re perfect in every way.”

They were average, but I wasn’t going to contradict him in the middle of sex.

“Your nipples are the same ruby-red color as your lips. So beautiful. So perfect.” He thumbed each hard bud.

I was riding high, right on the edge of yet another orgasm. When I writhed around him, he started thrusting upward, faster than normal.

“I’m going to come with you this time, sweetheart. I want to come all over that hot little pussy of yours.”

And then he rammed up into me so hard, I thought he might have touched my heart.

He squeezed his eyes shut. “Melanie, fuck.”

When my spasms finally stopped, I fell forward onto him, both of our chests slick. I closed my eyes, my breath coming rapidly.

“My God,” he said. “That was amazing.”

As soon as I could catch my breath, I would agree with him. For now, I’d clamp myself against him, my hair sticking to my back and shoulders, his stubbly cheek scratching my own.

After a few moments, he rolled me over. “Sorry, sweetheart. I have to take care of the condom.”

The loss of his warmth against me made me whimper, but I moved over on my back, a drift of air from the ceiling fan above us feeling heavenly against my moist skin. I closed my eyes.

A few minutes later, the bed sank with his weight.

“That’s right, baby. Take a little nap. Because we’re not done. Not by a long shot.”

Chapter Nine

Jonah

Melanie’s breathing became shallow, and I knew she had fallen asleep. It was nearing five o’clock, but I was not yet sated. My need for her had been so great I’d gone straight for the gold. I hadn’t yet tasted her ruby-red nipples, her beautiful pussy. I hadn’t yet felt her gorgeous lips around my cock. What must she think of me? Other than a bit of kissing, we’d had no foreplay. It wasn’t like me to be so selfish, but my need for her had been that intense.

My dick stirred and hardened again. Just being near her affected me. But she looked so peaceful and serene in her slumber—a peace I didn’t see when she was awake. Something was eating her up inside. Maybe one day she’d tell me what it was. I had the distinct feeling that she understood my guilt better than she let on.

While I longed to wake her up and get started again, I decided to let her sleep.

She appeared to need it so much.

So I rolled to the other side of the bed and closed my eyes as well.

Big mistake.

When I woke up, she was gone.

 

I left several messages for Melanie after we’d been together, but she hadn’t returned any of my calls. I couldn’t think about it today though, because I sat with Bryce, waiting for the prison guard to bring Larry Wade out to talk to us.