A Wild and Hot Cutie novel Chapter 199

Davis's long fingers gently cut the outline of Alisa's red lips, and his breath becomes erotic and out of rhythm.

Alisa whispers, moaning off and on, "Don't be here..."

Davis lifts Alisa's clothes, kisses her gently from her smooth, flat stomach, and goes up again.

"Davis... Will you like our children?" Alisa's voice is almost inaudible.

A wave of intense joy is transmitted from somewhere in the body, spreading like a wave of water.

Alisa's body is trembling slightly. "Go easy..."

Consciousness becomes abstract little by little. Davis's tall body presses on Alisa's body. He seems to be dissatisfied with such a subtle intimacy. He separates her legs with great force.

"Miss Alisa, Miss Alisa..."

There is a quick knock at the door, and it comes in from outside.

Davis is upset. What's Ann doing? In the middle of the night, she comes to knock on the door, which is so shocking.

Alisa is not able to attend to Davis either. She straightens her clothes and goes to the door.

Opening the door, Ann stands anxiously at the door.

"Miss Alisa, Davis master, I'm sorry to disturb you so late, but the child keeps crying and says that he want to find Mom, I can't coax him well. His voice is hoarse. I'm afraid that if there is something wrong with crying, how can I get it?"

Ann is so flustered that Davis says coldly, "Just cry again and throw him out."

Alisa looks at him and smiles, "You sleep first, I'll be right back."

Davis is in a good mood, watching Alisa go for a walk, reaching out and holding her, "Hey, you woman..."

There is a look of desire and dissatisfaction.

Alisa breaks free of his hand and runs out.

Davis stares at Alisa's back and is about to blow out a fire.

What's the matter with this woman? She is better to a little boy she doesn't know than him. She has no conscience.

Downstairs in the guest room, the baby is still crying, Alisa quickly hugs him, "Baby darling, aunt is here, stop crying, and there will be a big gray wolf to bite the butt."

Alisa's warm voice and good smell make her baby relax.

He tightly hugs Alisa's neck and murmured, "Mom, mom..."

Maybe it's Alisa's voice. It's too much like his mother, so he mistily regards her as his mother.

Ann sighs and shakes her head. "Miss Alisa, it's really hard for you."

Alisa smiles, lowers her voice and signals Ann to turn off the light and go out.

Ann nods, turns off the light, walks out, and closes the door gently on her back.

"Ah, Davis master, you stand here and scare me..."

When Ann turns around, she sees Davis standing at the door without saying a word, which makes her jump.

Davis frowns with great dissatisfaction. "Ask a baby sitter to come tomorrow, or we'll send the baby away."

"Yes, master." Ann quickly replies, watching Davis doesn't mean to leave, and kindly asks, "Davis master, I don't think the child will be quiet for a while and a half. Go to bed first. Miss Alisa may stay in the guest room tonight."

"Don't be so wordy. Go down!" Davis drives Ann away very impolitely.

Alisa finally coaxes him to sleep. She wants to stand up. She doesn't know that the child wakes up very quickly. As long as she moves, he wakes up immediately and holds out his small hand around her neck.

He is still babbling for his mother.

Alisa's heart is so soft that she is willing to leave him alone.

All this night, she is sleeping with the child.

The next morning, when she wakes up, the baby is still asleep with a satisfied smile on his face.

Alisa's heart is almost softened. It is so sweet to be a mother.

She puts him down gently, covers his quilt and walks out with light steps.

When she goes to the living room, she finds a group of figures on the sofa. It is Davis.

He is lying on the sofa and falls asleep. Does he wait for her all night?

Alisa feels a little sorry. Ann is passing by. She looks at Davis and whispers, "Davis master is waiting for you all night..."

Alisa pulls her lips and laughs, "I didn't ask him to wait!"

She turns around and gently wakes Davis up. "Hey, go to the room and sleep!"

Davis vaguely opens his eyes, looks at Alisa, puts his long arm around her, rolls her into his arms, and squeezes her into the sofa.

This sofa is not a bed. It's spacious for one person to sleep in. It's very crowded when two people are together.

Alisa has slept all night, but she is still sleepy. She struggles to get up, but she is held tightly by Davis like an octopus. "No going, bad woman. She would rather accompany a strange man for one night than her own man. What a bad guy without conscience..."

Davis scolds Alisa. Alisa is sweating. What strange man is he? Is he a little boy?

Just as she is about to refute, she finds that Davis doesn't wake up at all. He is talking about dreams.