Chapter 72

Zick, hearing the familiar voice, woke up and stretched lazily on the bed. She slowly opened her sleepy eyes and, still half asleep, looked towards the awake Don.

Her eyes immediately opened fully and the dream disappeared in a flash. She quickly sat down next to him and with tears in her eyes, grabbed his cheeks. 

"Don! Are you awake? How are you feeling? Should I call Rick?" She checked on him, not knowing what to do.

Don put his hand on hers and kissed it, calming the panicked woman. 

"It's good to see you. Could you get me some water?" He asked quietly, feeling like he had a desert in his mouth.

He absolutely needed something to drink.

Zick wasted no time, grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand and handed it to her boss.

She helped him to sit up a little and take a big sip from the glass. Don, finally able to moisten his parched throat, felt much better. 

"And now I want to get some water from you." He looked at Zick, placing his hand on her flushed cheek.

The woman didn't wait, took a sip of water into her mouth and approached his lips.

Looking into his eyes once again, she kissed him, giving him all the water.

Don greedily devoured her lips and his tongue happily roamed her mouth.

Zick quietly moaned and surrendered herself completely to the kiss, longing for his touch.

Don's hand firmly held the back of her neck, his other hand on the small of her back.

Letting out a satisfied groan, Zick quickly freed herself from his embrace, fearing that his wound had hurt.

"Don't move. I'll call Rick."

However, she didn't even have time to get off the bed when she was grabbed by the hand.

Surprised, she looked at Don with a question, who showed her in a very significant way that it was something completely different.

Licking his lower lip enticingly, he looked at her with squinted eyes, measuring her with a hungry gaze.

Zick swallowed hard, feeling how one of his gestures made her wet. Her lips parted slightly, looking at him as if in a trance.

A mischievous smile appeared on Don's face. He knew from her gaze that he had turned her on.

His hand slid down his chest, down his stomach, her gaze never leaving his hand. The naughty hand moved lower, slipping under the boxers, into a place that could not hold anything more.

Still as if in a trance, Zick reached out and slowly began to pull the boxers down. Her eyes began to reveal the man's private part.

Holding it in his hand, she already had a full view of him. 

"Come on baby. Sit here" He said encouragingly and hoarsely, patting his thigh.

Zick finally snapped out of her trance and looked at Don with a red face.

Wearing his T-shirt and black panties, she slowly sit in front of his aroused member.

They gently brushed against him, she bit her lower lip, returning her gaze to his boss's face.

Don was breathing harder with each passing moment. Zick was so exciting and sexy at this moment...

Sitting right behind his member, with her hands down, in his loose T-shirt, her head tilted slightly and her eyes longing.

How could one resist such a sight?

His hands slowly slid down her thighs, touching her mound with his thumbs, his gaze dangerously aroused, staring at her lovely face.

Zick, unable to resist, slid her hand over his member.

Don took a deep breath, feeling her delicate hand, playing with his buddy. Her hand teased him with its delicacy.

Feeling her playing with it, he decided to do the same to her. His hand slid under her underwear and his thumb gently began to massage her mound, slowly sliding a little lower.

Feeling his rough hand on her, Zick instinctively wanted to rub herself against him harder. To feel him better.

But Don stopped.

When she sat up, he did it again. He could see her frustration in tempting her.

Finally, Zick couldn't resist and grabbed his cock, squeezing it harder and pulling his skin down.

Don growled in pleasure, returning the favor. His thumb slid down to her clit and began to circle it.

She arched back, receiving what she desire so much. For a moment they were giving each other great pleasure using their hands until Zick wanted something more.

Breathing heavily, she looked at Don with understanding.

"Here baby. It's all yours. You can devour it with your wet little pussy"

With a slight smile, he lifted her by her buttocks, positioning her above his stiff member.

Being on the edge of endurance, Zick seeing his self-confidence, decided to spite him.

Resting her hands on his groin, she slowly touched his cock with her entrance.

Sliding her wet, pulsating pussy, she did not intend to do what he expected quickly.

Temptingly she thrust herself onto his tip but did not go lower. Quite the opposite.

She lifted herself, releasing him from her hot, wet pussy, sending shivers down his spine.

Zick found it very pleasurable but Don felt a great sense of dissatisfaction.

He wanted to immerse himself in her. Pound her hard and fast. Hear her screams of pleasure. Seeing in her eyes that she wanted more...

His pleasure slowly began to turn into despair.

Zick, forgetting about the whole world, drove faster and faster on his tip.

She felt that she was about to come. However, it did not end the way she wanted, because Don had no more patience.

Feeling his hands tightening on her thighs, she suddenly looked at the strongly aroused man and a moment later she was pressed hard, driving herself completely onto his cock.

Immerse heat spread through her body. Electricity and spasms of pleasure raged inside her.

However, she could not feel how everything spread slowly, because Don quickly lifted her and pressed against her again.

His hands tightly clenched on her thighs, not allowing her to get out. His hips rising in rhythm with the contact of their bodies. 

"Scream for me, little one. Show me how much pleasure you get from this" He growled, accelerating the pace and thrusting her stronger and deeper. 

"Ah! No! Don!"

Zick, feeling her orgasm constantly, moaned loudly, not knowing what was happening.

Tears appeared in the corners of her eyes. Her body trembled with every movement, feeling something bigger approaching.

Fearing a new sensation, she looked pleadingly at Don, who was taking full advantage of her wonderful body.

Ignoring the pain in his side, holding Zick tightly in his embrace, he knelt on the bed and began a crazy ride.

The woman's round breasts rubbed against Don's muscular chest, hastening the arrival of something unknown.

The man, feeling her pulsating pussy squeeze harder and harder, was also on the verge of coming.

Zick, squeezing him tightly, moaned loudly as she felt a wave of orgasm sweeping over her body.

She spurted her juices, mixing them with Don's cum, which flooded her insides.

Don, holding her tightly, rested his head on her shoulder, waiting.

Both of them panting heavily, waiting for their bodies to calm down.

Zick was resting helplessly on the man's body, her eyes closed.

After a few minutes, gathering the last of her strength, she got off him only to see the reddened dressing. 

"Fuck Don!" She screamed, helping him lie down on the bed. 

"I'm fine. Don't panic" Don calmed Zick in a controlled voice, grabbing her hand and hugging her to him. He slowly stroked her back, lying with his eyes closed. 

"Your wound has opened up" She scowled. 

"If it opened up, it will close up"

Zick, hearing these words, just rolled her eyes, not saying anything more.

The most important thing now was that Don had finally woken up. Soon she would be able to get out of bed and they would start planning again.

Zick's eyes slowly began to close and a moment later she was breathing freely, cuddled up to a contented Don, who waited until the woman fell asleep better.

Finally he wanted to do something that she would never let him do now.

Waiting a good few minutes, Don slowly sat up in bed, covering the sleeping Zick.

He sat for a moment, staring at her peaceful face.

Closing his eyes, he opened them and danger appeared in his eyes again.

He looked at the bandaged wound and touched it with his hand. The wound wasn't as painful as he had thought.

It looked like he had slept more than he should have.

In one movement, he disconnected the IV, ignoring the drops of blood that ran down his hand.

He went to take a shower and went to Rick to change his wet dressing.

It was still early morning and the entire estate was completely silent.

Don entered the sleeping Rick's room without waiting and went to wake him up.

The man opened his eyes before the boss could touch him. 

"Do you want to die?" He asked lazily, running his hand through his hair. 

"Would you like to kill me?" Don snorted, waiting for the doctor to get dressed. 

"Sometimes. More often lately." He nodded, pulling on his pants. "What do you need?"

Rick turned to Don, pulling on an undershirt and hiding his extremely well-built body under it.

He threw on his white coat and the two went to the next room. 

"Change my dressing. It's wet." 

"Zick couldn't do that?" Rick snorted in dissatisfaction. 

"Rick." Don's firm tone made the doctor understand that he had to stop. 

"What about the others?"