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her slick, wet channel. With a single thrust he was deep inside her core, and she received the impressive full length of him with a pleasured groan as J.J. cried out, “God, have mercy!”
    Kayla knew enough Spanish to know he had said Lord, have mercy.
    In his urgent race to experience the ultimate climax, J.J. pounded into her, losing sight of his earlier, silent resolve to be gentle and easy. But he could tell Kayla didn’t care how rough he was. That, in fact, she wanted it that way.
    He had been with other women—or, rather, girls, as he now thought of them in his fevered mind—but he believed that he had never experienced, nor would he ever again experience, the lustful satisfaction of being with a woman as sensual as Kayla.
    J.J. was overwhelmed with the thought that she was now his “wife,” and as he felt the intense heat of her channel claiming his pulsating cock in a resolute holding pull with each thrust, he tried to slow down, to fight for a grip on his raging senses, in order to prolong and savor the best fuck of his life.
    Kayla gave him that brief hesitant respite before once again demanding every inch of him. Wrapping her legs around him, she pulled him to her depths. And when he thrust into her again, he couldn’t hold back. He slammed into her, fusing them together in their mutually brutal, frantic climb to the edge of orgasmic release.
    J.J. felt her nails clawing his back. Her words of affirmation seemed to reach him through a vacuum.
    “Yes, yes, yes !”
    He knew she was beyond ready herself as they shared a mind-blowing release.
    Both breathing hard, they lay within each other’s arms afterward, kissing and fondling. Within ten minutes, J.J.’s renewed arousal became apparent.
    “My, my, husband number four, you are quite the prize, just as I suspected you would be,” Kayla declared as he rose above her, parted her legs, and entered her once again with a hungry, decisive thrust. Only this time he managed to keep the coupling slow, rhythmic, and to Kayla’s delight, awesomely fulfilling.
    Comfortable now with taking the initiative, J.J. positioned her feet on his shoulders, lifting her enough to receive his extraordinary cock fully yet again, pumping and grinding their bodies together with ever-increasing urgency until they were both covered in sweat.
    Groaning in euphoric joy, they fell simultaneously over the precipice of shuddering satisfaction once more. Then, pleasantly exhausted, they disentangled.
    Kayla made a quick trip to the bathroom and, when she returned, crawled into the circle of J.J.’s waiting arms and slept.
    Twice during the night, J.J. woke her up, rock hard and demanding in his youthful enthusiasm. Each time he took Kayla to sensual heights she had not experienced with any of her other partners, and she reveled in her choice to bring him into her circle, as together, after their fifth coupling, they watched dawn beginning to filter in through the gossamer-curtained window.
    “This has been the best night of my life,” J.J. exclaimed fervently as he kissed her good morning. “ Te adoro , Kayla.”
    “I adore you, too, J.J. You are unspeakably perfect. And speaking of perfect,” she said with a wry smile as she reached to fondle his impressive cock, for the first time placidly limp. “It’s been a great night for me, too. You are as much of a stud as I thought you would be. I’m glad I decided to give you this Saturday. Remember, usually the rule is Saturday is our day to do things together as a family, and I never break rules. Except this time and you are worth it, my Spanish stallion. Damn, five times! Unreal. You are passion personified and quite a find.”
    J.J. said, “If you don’t stop fondling me, it’s gonna be six. And thank you, querida, for last night and for what’s coming tonight. I never knew lovemaking could be that fantastic.”
    “No, it is I who should thank you .”
    “There’s only one thing that bothers me, Kayla. You know, there was