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Taking a half step to the side, I slapped her bare pussy and was rewarded with a gush of wetness against my fingers. “The thought of you with another man makes me want to spank your cunt, Little Bee, and then I want to bend you over my knee and turn your pretty ass red,” I growled against her neck.

“Yes,” she panted, “please. We can… go in your… other room.”

The Den. She wanted to go back in there. With me. Fuck me running.

“Not yet but soon,” I promised her, thinking of what I’d ordered earlier this week. When it came in…

“I need you,” she whimpered, and everything inside me ached for her. Even worse when a thought hit me.

“I don’t have a condom,” I admitted, my voice hoarse and as needy as hers.

“I’m on the shot,” she told me, and our eyes met.

“A-are you sure about this?”

“Yes, I trust you.”

I wasn’t sure a man had ever gotten his pants unfastened more quickly than I did at that moment. My dick sprang free when I lowered my pants and underwear to my hips. Gripping Mallori’s ass with both hands, I lifted her easily, and her legs wrapped around my waist.

“Hold onto me, baby,” I muttered. She curled her arms around my neck, gripping the back of my hair, and I entered her in one rough, upward thrust.

“Fuck!” she cried, and one of the zebras snorted from the other side of the barn.

“Shh,” I cautioned, “you’re going to cause a stampede.”

“But it feels so good.” Her voice was somewhere between a whimper and a sigh. “Don’t stop, Tate.”

I hadn’t been inside a woman without protection since I was a dumbass sixteen-year-old and ran out of condoms one night. But the memory of that indiscretion paled in comparison to being inside Mallori. The feeling of taking her raw was pure bliss, her wet pussy like warm silk.

I covered her mouth with my own—to keep her quiet—but also because I needed to taste her. We strained against each other as I began to pump my cock up into her, taking her deep and so fucking hard.

Her hips churned against mine as her arousal dripped down my shaft and coated my balls. “So wet,” I mumbled into her mouth.

It didn’t escape me that our location was a hundred percent appropriate for our actions. We fucked like animals, wild and uninhibited, the act of mating prevalent and primal, just like the animals on the safari.

The only sounds, other than the wet slurp of her pussy eating up my cock, were the moans and grunts we shared into each other’s mouth. My dick was throbbing, begging me for a release, and I sped up, my cock hitting Mallori’s sweet spot.

Pulling her head back, she panted, “Oh my… right there, Tate.” Her mouth dropped to my shoulder, teeth scraping against the fabric, searching for purchase as her inner walls fluttered around me.

The bite she’d left there before had faded away, so I yanked the neck of my T-shirt to the side, baring my shoulder, and growled, “Mark me, Bee. Show me who I belong to.”

Teeth sank into my flesh as she came, and I welcomed the pain. Reveled in it. The sting forced my own release to travel from my heavy balls to the tip of my cock, and I spilled myself inside her. Deep, long spurts of liquid heaven. Sex had never felt this good to me.

Harsh teeth gentled to soothing sucks against my shoulder, and I slowed us down, fucking her until the last tremble of her body faded away.

Closing my eyes, I dipped my head until it rested against her shoulder. Why did this woman make me lose my tightly guarded control? Why did she make me break all my rules?

The answer hovered somewhere in the dark recesses of my brain, and I kept it there, pushing it down deep so it never quite came to fruition.

Because the answer? Yeah, it scared me.

Chapter 38

“Great job, Lyric,” I praised. “Run it one more time for me, and watch the line of your chin on that third eight-count.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she said politely, walking back to the center of the floor on graceful feet. Lyric Jones was sixteen and one of the most talented contemporary dancers I’d worked with.

I watched, nodding along with each movement she performed, my smile growing wider as she neared the ending. The music ended, and I did a slow clap, making my student giggle.

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