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W hen I push into Nova, I want to die.

Wither away.

She feels so fucking good…

Every breath leaves my body. Every coherent thought dies a fast, fiery death. I am officially a ghost of a man. A blissed-out, barely-functioning ghost with no thoughts, no dignity, and only one very singular, very focused priority.

She leans back, her tits full and begging to be sucked on. I can hardly concentrate; every brain cell has departed.

God she’s tight…

Fuck…

Holy shit… I swear the Earth tilts on its axis.

I have to try not to close my eyes.

Have to make an effort to stay coherent as I slowly thrust into her, hips slamming into her, savoring every goddamn second like I might never get to do this again.

Her head drops back. Her mouth parts.

She moans, tipping her head back, hair hanging behind her in a waterfall—an invitation to bury my face against her neck, breath her in like oxygen and I’ve been starved for it .

Her skin is hot and slick, and when I kiss her beneath her ear, her whole body shudders around my dick.

“Oh God.” She moans. “Jesus, you’re so hard.”

I nearly lose it right there.

Her hands clutch at my shoulders, her nails dragging down my back, and I can’t help the sound that rips from my throat.

“Fuck, Nova…”

She moans something back, something garbled and breathy that might be my name or might be a warning. I’m not sure. All I know is that I need to hold on. I need to make this last. I need to feel it—every inch, every second.

My eyes focus on her jiggling tits…

…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’s everything.

“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…