He kissed her delicate neck passionately and caressingly. His hands slid obsessively but gently down her waist.
His touch was the same, yet somehow different. It sent a shiver of emotion and warmth through Zick, a warmth that began to gather in her core.
Don's tempting lips and his obsessive gaze made her body arch instinctively toward him, wanting more.
One smile from him, and Zick moaned with pleasure. Such a man was irresistible.
His hungry mouth reached her small breasts, and his hands slid to her hips. These tempting movements could drive everyone wild.
And that was exactly how Zick felt. She wanted more...faster...harder...but all she received were crumbs of passion.
"Dooonn," She purred, finally signaling for the man to do more.
"Be patient, baby. You know we can't go crazy. Don't worry, I'll please you as many times as you want," Don said in his incredibly tempting, low voice, which only made Zick even more impatient.
"I take back what I said. Baby, will be fine. Fuck me already!" The girl moaned desperately.
Her pussy burned and throbbed. She didn't want to wait any longer, and she had no intention of doing anything. That part of her body wanted to be fucked right here and now.
At those words, Don tightened his grip on her thighs. It was too much for him. He slowly raised his head to look at his eager partner with furious eyes.
"Fuck, Zick! Don't do it!" He growled menacingly, trying not to do something he would later regret.
"Just this once, pleeease." Zick knew she was pushing it a bit, but she couldn't help herself.
At those words, the last thread of common sense snapped. Don wrapped his arms around the surprised girl's waist and sat her on top of him.
"Don't say I didn't warn you." In one swift movement, he slid into her wet pussy, which, to her surprise, instantly brought her to orgasm.
"Ahhh! Fuuuuck!" She moaned, shaking in her lover's embrace.
But Don didn't react. His eyes now looked very dangerous. Zick had just come after one thrust.
A challenge had just started in Don's head. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and his hands tightened on the sides of her waist.
Excited by this situation, and not waiting for the orgasm to subside, Don began thrusting faster and faster.
The inside of her pussy felt incredible to his eager sword. All he wanted now was to fuck her and flood her with more of his seed.
Zick's moans echoed throughout the room. This time, she didn't hold back her voice. She wanted Don to hear how much pleasure he was giving her.
Her moans were music to his ears. Those sweet, yearning moans, awakening the beast slumbering within. Those movements, helping him go deeper, closer, stronger... Don grunted with satisfaction and pleasure, drawing himself into the vortex of incredible sex with his partner.
Fortunately, he didn't overdo it, thinking about the little bean inside.
Today, Zick had been so sated that she begged for her monster to stop. Exhausted, she allowed herself to be carried to the bathroom and there, without hesitation, fell asleep.
Who could resist exhaustion and warm water? Especially when she was in the arms of her beloved. Safety guaranteed.
"My little beast." Don kissed the sleeping woman on the top of her head and gently, trying not to wake her, washed her and himself.
Wrapped in the blankets and snuggled together, they fell asleep contentedly.
When Zick woke up the next morning, she immediately smiled. Don lay with his face pressed against her stomach.
The news of the baby clearly delighted him greatly. It was clear from the start that he would be a protective father.
How protective? That would be revealed after they learned the gender... If it was a girl... the world would be in great danger...
Meanwhile, Sophie and Darell returned to their daily lives, trying to efficiently and quickly open a new branch in the other city before someone changed their mind.
The days flew by, and neither our main couple nor Anton and Noah had time to rest.
There was a lot of work, and an older man started complaining why it was taking so long...
Fortunately, Sophie's little brother was able to talk the man into staying longer.
"Sweeten the old man as much as you can. We need a few more weeks to get things moving, and his nagging and complaining aren't helping anyone." Anton, after another long day at work, sat on Luka's bed, instructing the boy. "Suggest he go on a trip with you or something. Maybe that'll keep him occupied for a while." Ruffling Luka's head, he watched as the boy nodded with a smile.
"I'll ask him first thing tomorrow morning. Goodnight, Anton," The boy replied, yawning and waving goodnight.
"Goodnight."
The man left Luka's room and barely managed to take a few steps toward the kitchen when he saw his father, looking at him with displeasure.
"Tsk." Anton, equally dissatisfied, rolled his eyes, turned on his heel, and headed in the opposite direction.
He didn't want to waste time talking to his father when Noah was waiting for him in the room. Anton didn't even have time to smile at the thought of the man dozing off in the bathtub when he heard someone's unpleasant voice.
"Anton, we need to talk."
"I can't hear you, I can't see you, you're not even in my head."
"My foot could be up your ass any minute now. Maybe then you'll acknowledge my existence. Get your ass in the living room or I won't leave you alone for the rest of the night," Gregorej grumbled, wondering how he'd managed to have such a childish son who could kill without batting an eye.
"Annoying old man," Anton muttered under his breath, knowing his father wouldn't let up. They both went to the living room.
"Just tell me quickly what's on your mind because I'm in a hurry." Anton sat down in the armchair angrily, afraid that Noah would catch a cold if he stayed in the cold water for too long.
Let's hope it didn't come to that.