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…and my cock gets harder still.

Oh fuck fuck fuck.

I’m desperate.

Frantic.

Sweating…

I want to come inside her so fucking bad.

We didn’t use a condom. I get tested for work, she’s been tested and is on the pill, all systems a go….

Bareback has me so hot for her; I want to fill her with my fucking come, pound that pussy and?—

“Oh my God, Luca…I’m so close.”

Fuck yeah, she’s close.

My balls tingle.

Ass cheeks clench.

She wraps her legs tighter around me, pulling me deeper, her fingers in my hair now, anchoring me in place.

“Nova…” Nova. Nova.

It’s a prayer now.

A chant.

My hands grip her hips harder, grounding us both. Each movement, each thrust, is a silent I’ve got you. A promise. A plea. A confession.

Because she’s right there—tipping, trembling, breaking apart—and I want to feel it. All of it. The moment she lets go.

And when she does it’severything.

“Uhhh…” she moans incoherently. Whimpering.

Groaning loudly.

She cries out—my name, a curse, maybe even a thank you—and her whole body shudders against mine, pulling me down with her.

I follow her into the freefall, dumping my hot load into her tight little pussy and wrap myself in Mavis’ slick heat…

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nova

What am I doing at his game?

I haven’t been to the arena in months—mostly because Austin has been postpartum and does most of her fangirling from the comfort of their home—and the last thing I want is to sit in these seats alone.

Enter: Poppy. She flew in for a visit after I told her about Mavis’ exorcism cause some things are better spoken about in person.

We’re seated in the front row at the boards, our knees pressed to the plexiglass, close enough that I could touch the ice if this partition wasn’t here. The crowd hums around us, a low roar of anticipation and cheap nacho cheese. The guy next to me is loudly explaining icing to his date, and I want to lean over and say,She doesn’t care, dude.No one cares!

Ugh.

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