Page 7 of Stalked By the Zookeeper

Her cheeks color prettily and she looks away. In embarrassment?

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles, but I take her chin and turn her to look at me.

I bore my eyes into her because I want her to understand what I’m about to tell her. “Fuck, Sabrina. You’re killing me.”

Her pretty little brow furrows. “I’m sor—” she begins again, but I cut her off.

“Stop apologizing, you beautiful, perfect girl. I love that you’re a virgin. That means you’re all mine.”

Her eyes are wide when I kiss her again and pull her flush against me, letting her feel my hard cock pressing against her through our clothing so she knows just what she does to me.

Sabrina trembles slightly, the heat of my body seems to both comfort and excite her. Her hands roam over my back, pulling me closer as if she can't get enough.

"Bradley," she whispers against my lips, her voice shaking with a cocktail of nerves and desire.

"Relax," I murmur, kissing her deeply, tasting the lingering sweetness that makes me want more. "I've got you."

She nods, clinging to me as I guide her towards the desk, sweeping off the scattered papers without a second thought. The sound they make hitting the floor is drowned out by our heavy breathing, the only sound that matters now.

Lowering her gently onto the cool surface, I hover over her, using my arm to support myself so I don't crush her with my weight.

Sabrina's eyes rove over my face with such intensity it nearly knocks the breath from me. "I trust you," she says, her voice steady despite the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

Hearing those words, something primal stirs within me. My heart swells with a mix of pride and protectiveness. “I won’t let you down,” I promise, and I mean every damn word.

Slowly, I start to explore her body with more purpose. My hands roam over her skin, mapping every curve and valley with reverence that only deepens my longing. Sabrina gasps softly under my touch, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she arches into me.

Every moan from her lips fuels me further, driving me to worship her body with mine. I trail kisses down her neck, savoring the softness of her skin before reaching the barrier of her bra. A flick of my fingers and it's gone, tossed aside carelessly as I take in the sight of her—raw and beautiful in the dim light of my office.

Her breasts are perfect against the palm of my hand, soft yet firm, nipples puckering beneath my touch. "Beautiful," I breathe out, genuinely awestruck.

Sabrina blushes but meets my gaze boldly. The vulnerability there is almost my undoing. With careful movements spurred by a mixture of lust and a fierce desire to care for her, I position myself between her welcoming thighs. She wraps them around me instinctively, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.

"We can go slow," I assure her as I align myself at her entrance. The heat from her body calls to me like a siren's song.

“Yes,” she breathes out, biting her lip in anticipation.

As I push forward slowly, feeling the resistance followed by a giving way that has both our breaths hitching, Sabrina squeezes my shoulders tightly. Pain mixes with pleasure on her face for a moment—a moment I soothe with a kiss pressed to her forehead.

"Okay?" My voice is almost unrecognizable to my own ears—rough and husky with emotion.

She nods rapidly. “Don’t stop,” Sabrina urges, voice laced with urgency as she adjusts beneath me.

The world narrows down to just us—the creaking of the old desk beneath us muted by our combined moans filling the room as we move together in an age-old rhythm that feels as natural as breathing.

Sabrina's nails dig into my back, and I welcome the sharp sensation, a perfect counterpoint to the heat that threatens to consume me. Her legs wrap around me, urging me closer, deeper, and I lose myself in the rush of pleasure that obliterates everything else.

And I fucking lose it.

“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry. Can’t stop myself. Your little pussy…too good,” I croak out. I can’t go slow anymore. My animalistic instincts take over, and I’m pounding into her hard and fast.

"Bradley..." she cries out, her voice cracking with the intensity of her climax.

"Fuck, Sabrina." The world narrows down to the electric connection between us, the pulse of her around me pushing me over the edge.

I groan, releasing deep inside her, my climax shattering through me like a storm.

We’re both panting, sweaty and completely spent. I collapse beside her on the desk, careful not to crush her under my weight.

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