"Of course I like him." Alexander spoke openly, "Uncle Davis is really nice, and he knows a lot of stuff. He plays chess with and teaches how to build racing car models. Also, his temper is much better than yours..."
Alexander whispered.
A better temper than him?
Could it be that his temper is really bad?
Asher Land remained silent for a long ti.
"Uncle, are you asleep?" Alexander noticed Asher Land didn’t respond, so he asked aloud.
"Alright then, if you’re sleeping, I’m going to sleep too." Alexander pulled the blanket over his head, "Goodnight, Uncle."
His muffled voice ca from under the covers.
Goodnight.
Asher Land opened his lips but no sound ca out.
...
It was probably one or two in the morning when Sophie Smith turned over and suddenly felt her hand seem to touch sothing. Her body trembled, just about to scream, but a voice stopped her in advance.
"Keep it down, it’s bad if the son hears," Asher Land whispered in her ear.
"Asher Land, why, why did you co in?"
"The floor is too hard, I can’t sleep."
"..."
Sophie knew that soone like him, accustod to luxury, definitely wasn’t suited for sleeping on the floor.
Just as she was about to kindly offer him a night on her bed, Asher Land climbed onto her bed, not really intending to sleep.
His large hand slipped inside her sheer nightgown, kneading with firm pressure.
"What are you doing..." Sophie pushed him away, "It’s not convenient right now."
"He’s already asleep, won’t you keep company? Hmm?" Her enchanting scent made him deeply nostalgic.
He took her small hand, guiding it to his swollen desire...
Sophie’s body jerked.
"Do you feel it? I’m really uncomfortable, really uncomfortable now..."
Sophie hurriedly withdrew her hand, Asher Land leaned over her, hands bracketing her body, and in the unlit room, even breathing seed weighted with heavy allure.
At this mont, he desperately wanted to consu her whole, for in the four years apart, his longing for her was surely no less than hers for him.
Sophie felt as though they’d returned to how things were before; although she couldn’t pretend that the farewell four years ago hadn’t happened, his return afterward was heaven’s greatest gift to her, wasn’t it?
The foreplay was thorough, Sophie panted softly, trying hard to suppress the moan wanting to escape her lips.
Even in the darkness, he maneuvered with ease.
He slowly penetrated her, Sophie bit his shoulder, enduring so pain.
...
Sophie was tornted by Asher Land all night, only drifting into deep sleep near dawn.
"Mommy!" The door was pushed open alongside a disgruntled shout.
Sophie opened her bleary eyes to find Alexander standing at the door, furiously looking at her in bed.
Suddenly shocked, she rembered sothing and turned her head to see the man beside her sleeping peacefully, duvet across his waist, revealing his naked muscular torso, neat short hair under which his dark eyes were shut, with thin lips pressed into a graceful line...
Alexander felt greatly deceived by this uncle, who had promised to sleep on the floor while he slept on the couch, with no one sharing the bed with Mommy.
How did he end up waking to find this uncle climbed into Mommy’s bed?
Tightly clenching his little fists, Alexander angrily stared at the certain soone sleeping soundly.
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