Rita sneered and shook her head, laughing. She provoked David some more, "Well then, show me!"
Just after the words had left her mouth, David pounced on her like a blood-thirsty wolf, salivating at the
prospect of tasting her body. He pushed her on the sofa and threw away her cell phone. Raw intensity
surged through his veins as he bit her luscious lips.
"Hmm... Stop this! Don't touch me! It's in the middle of the night!"
"Honey, this is the perfect time and place for this kind of action."
Since the two children were already fast asleep in bed, they didn't have to worry about being caught in
an inappropriate position. If there ever was a perfect time for this kind of action, this was it!
The monstrous hunger David had kept leashed inside was screaming for a release in the form of carnal
desire. Subdued by the thirst for her body, David whispered, "I told you I'd make you pay for what you
did."
Rita sunk her teeth on his shoulder and threatened, "Back off! Right now!"
"Ah..." The pain came out like a roar from his throat, and lit his senses on fire. "You saucy little minx!
Do you have to bite me every time? Well I don't mind. I actually like it!"
"You're dead meat! Hmm..." Before Rita could finish, he slammed his tongue down her throat and the
first moan escaped her lips sending her into a heady trance. He sucked in every word she tried to form
in her mouth.
David sucked her tender, plump lips, like a hummingbird sucking nectar from flowers. Her sweet taste
had driven him towards the desperation of a starving man sucking on bones...
While his long and soft tongue seemed to wrap itself around her, driving her towards insanity. She tried
to pull apart for air, but he pulled her in closer and harder.
Dizzied, she heard the deep and lusting voice of the man whisper in her ears.
"You have to carry another child for me."
"No way! Ah! David! You asshole!"
"I like it when you talk dirty. Call me an asshole again!"
...
The cold wind was howling outside, but it was warm indoor. Their bodies entwined, keeping each other
warm and sweating profusely. Rita melted like a wax doll under his body.
The both of them were going at it like entranced beasts and neither of them noticed the two little figures
behind the desk.
The two children curled up together, secretly watching the picture in the living room. Curiosity filled their
widened eyes, and guilt surged in their mind somehow as though they were doing something bad.
However, the frosted glass in front of them only provided them with a vague picture. The only thing they
saw was David kissing Rita affectionately in his arms.
Beryl wanted to see more. But Dylan's small hands covered her eyes when she was about to stretch
out her head. The childish voice of the boy whispered in her ear, "Beryl, we shouldn't be watching this."
"What do you mean?" Beryl asked curiously.
Dylan could feel her curly eyelashes fluttering in his palms, causing them to itch and so he quickly
moved his hands away. He furrowed his brows and took Beryl to the side.
"That means, we shouldn't look."
"Oh, I see." Beryl did not fully understand his words, and she continued to ask, "What are they doing?"
"I think they're making a baby." Dylan was proud of his answer. His complacent look seemed to suggest
that he knew everything. Suffice it to say, he was expecting more questions from her.
However, Beryl stopped short. "I see."
Dylan got upset, and he asked, "Beryl, don't you have any other questions?"
Beryl tilted her head and thought for a moment before answering, "Yes!"
Dylan's eyes lit up at once, and he said, "Come on! Ask me anything you want! I will tell you everything
I know."
"When will my mommy come back? I miss her so much."
"What? This is your question..." Puzzled, Dylan scratched his little head and continued, "I'm sorry,
Beryl. I don't know when your mom will be back."
"It's all right." Beryl looked down to her feet, disappointed.
Dylan comforted her immediately, "But I heard my dad say that he has some news about your mommy.
Oh, and also your daddy might be still alive."
"Really?" Beryl's eyes widened with hope. Hiding under the desk, Beryl thought she didn't hear him
right because his voice was so low.
"Yeah! That's true! I have the best ears in my kindergarten. They all call me Clairaudience," Dylan said
confidently, patting his chest. "I believe your mommy and daddy will come and take you back home
soon."
"Really?" His words somehow seemed unrealistic to Beryl, but Dylan had no reason to lie to her.
Dylan was sure of what he had heard from his father. "How about this? You can ask my mom tomorrow.
If what I am saying is true, she will definitely admit the truth."
"Okay!" Beryl answered, nodding strongly. A glimmer of hope gradually lit up in her beautiful eyes, like
tiny little fireflies in the dark night.
"But I don't think my mom can give you an answer right now," Dylan said, as he held Beryl's soft hand.
Satisfied to see her happy, Dylan continued, "Beryl, let's go back to our room. It's time for sleep."
"All right." Beryl glanced towards the sofa as she was leaving. She saw the way David gently hugged
and looked at Rita as if she were some kind of treasure.
"Honey, give me more..." David whispered.
The scene suddenly became familiar to Beryl. After some thought, she finally figured out the reason.
She had seen a similar picture of her mommy and daddy.
'Uncle David must love Auntie Rita very much, ' Beryl concluded in her mind.
'Like the way daddy loves mommy.'
"Beryl, stop looking. They will get mad if they find out we were here. You will be fine anyway, but not
me." Dylan whipped his head around to see if the coast was clear before he took Beryl away at once
afraid of getting caught by his parents.
When they got out safely, they were about to go into their separate rooms.
Dylan, however, was unwilling to go into his room alone. But he knew his mother would not allow him to
share a bed with a girl, so he couldn't sleep with Beryl.
'Alas! What a pity, ' Dylan thought.
"Good night, Beryl."
"Good night, Dylan."
This touched Dylan so much that he wondered, 'How could there be such a lovely girl in the world?'
She was so sweet and soft like marshmallow. And such a lovely girl was his little sister.
Beryl looked at him curiously, trying to figure out why he had stopped talking all of a sudden. "Dylan?"
'Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!' Dylan screamed in mind.
The way Beryl slightly tilted her head and looked at him was so adorable.
Looking at her little face, Dylan failed to control the little devil in his mind. He reached out his little hand
and gently pinched her white and soft face, and said, "Beryl, you are so cute!"
Beryl was confused and she had no idea why he said so out of blue.
Dylan slowly took back his hand and sent Beryl into her room. When he was about to turn the lights on
for Beryl, she accidentally tripped over and threw herself on him.
Both of them fell down to the ground at the same time.
But before they touched the ground, Dylan held Beryl in his arms, trying to protect her. The next second
he felt something soft brush over his lips.
"What was that? ? ?"
"Oh no way! !"
He stole Beryl's first kiss!
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