The Breeding Deal: Brother-in-law's Forbidden Offer - Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Bite [E]

Adrian’s palm pressed against Christine’s nape.

His hand was cold and merciless like a vampire’s, pinning her firmly against his groin.

She started by tasting his crimson tip, barely touching it with her tongue. Even that light contact made it throb violently, the tip weeping with salty essence. Adrian’s grip tightened at her nape, forcing her head closer until he pushed deep into her mouth. Christine could only comply, opening wider to take him in, gently sucking while her tongue traced the prominent veins along his length.

She had expected some muskiness after his long flight, but surprisingly found him clean and fresh, with only subtle hints of nicotine, red wine… and his signature cedar scent.

Though her technique had improved since their last oral sex in the office, the confined backseat space made things awkward. In her nervousness, her teeth accidentally scraped against his sensitive flesh, even catching his tip quite hard. Christine panicked instantly, terrified of his angry reaction. She quickly softened her tongue, cushioning his length while servicing him submissively, not daring to meet his eyes.

Adrian let out a soft click of his tongue, then his grip became ruthless, one hand pressing her head down while the other fisted in her hair, forcing her to take him repeatedly into her throat with hard, rapid thrusts.

With his long legs, Adrian had her completely trapped between his thighs as she knelt on the floor. Unable to move, her knees already raw from friction, she still had to endure his relentless invasion of her throat.

When his thick tip hit the back of her throat, Christine’s muscles convulsed reflexively, producing muffled vibrations. Saliva began trickling from the corners of her mouth, and she could only pat his thighs, silently begging him to ease back slightly.

Seconds later, his thick length slowly withdrew from her mouth, drawing a glistening thread of saliva.

Adrian gripped Christine’s chin, forcing her face upward.

She wore a soft pink sweater today, and now her lips were swollen and red from his assault, glistening with moisture. Her eye sockets had also taken on a rosy tinge. Still coughing violently from the oral invasion, her crystalline pupils were glazed with both tears and arousal. Under the car’s dim amber lighting, she looked like a trembling, blooming peach blossom.

Christine looked up at Adrian, who slightly furrowed his brows, his eyes dangerously narrowed and pupils darkening, as if contemplating something.

In the next moment, he removed his tie and unbuttoned the first button of his shirt. From her kneeling position, Christine watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down.

Then he used his tie to blindfold her. In complete darkness, Adrian gripped her waist and lifted her forcefully onto his thighs.

Face to face, Christine’s nostrils filled with his cedar scent. Not daring to brace against his shoulders, she could only steady herself against the leather seat.

She first felt his hands moving downward, then he yanked off her dress, moving upward to find her underwear. With a sharp rip, Adrian brutally tore apart the black fabric, exposing her pink flesh beneath.

Before her bare pussy could even shrink from the cold air, he gripped his length, ready to thrust in forcefully.

Christine wasn’t wet yet, and his hard, burning shaft merely prodded at her entrance, unable to penetrate. She raised her hips in an attempt to escape, her inner thighs trembling uncontrollably. Adrian’s size was too substantial, and he was too forceful – if he entered now, she would not only experience intense pain but might also bleed.

She pleadingly grabbed his arm, her voice carrying an urgent sweetness: “Adian, brother, brother… I do it myself, please?”

Christine spoke quickly, rubbing her pussy lips blindly against the man’s cockhead, hoping to get wet faster. Fortunately, Adrian wasn’t that brutal, he barely hold his patience, cooperated with her movements, rubbing and poking her.

Christine lowered her head, swaying back and forth, trying to please the dangerous, lion-like man beneath her who was ready to pounce. The friction of their bodies was incredibly erotic, and it soon brought a strange pleasure. Her pussy started to get wet in response.

A moment later, the tip was soaked. Adrian gripped Christine’s waist and slowly thrust in deeply.

Perhaps because they were facing each other, the first thrust went incredibly deep. The hot, hard cock felt like an iron rod flattening her pussy. Christine could almost taste the semen in her throat. She let out a cry, her long neck arching upwards, begging Adrian to slow down. Her hands pushed against his chest, wrinkling his suit jacket.

However, Adrian had no intention of slowing down. Instead, he grabbed the nearby belt and tied Christine’s pleading hands behind her back, rendering her immobile.

Then, he gripped her slender waist and lifted her entire body up before thrusting back down, using the force of gravity. With each lift, he spanked her ass hard, the sound of flesh against flesh echoing in the car.

His cock plunged deep into her body with each downward motion, like a knife almost piercing her womb. Christine couldn’t handle the intensity and let out a cry mixed with sobs. She arched her neck, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation.

Perhaps… because she had been fucked by Adrian so many times, her body, strangely, quickly adapted to the intrusion. Soon, Christine’s loud screams turned into soft moans. She bit her lip, her face scrunching up as she endured Adrian’s relentless thrusts. Her pussy gushed nonstop, soaking her thighs.

Adrian thrust several dozen times before stopping. The cramped car interior was filled with heat, turning the woman’s bare skin a delicate pink, inviting further exploration.

His hand slipped under her sweater, the palm no longer cold but warm against her skin. He moved his hand up, roughly grabbing her breasts.

Adrian continued to fuck her with small movements while squeezing and pinching her nipples through the sweater. Christine tried to shrink back, but Adrian, as if his patience had run out, roughly pulled up her sweater and unhooked her black bra.

“Bite.”

He stuffed the hem of her sweater into Christine’s mouth, voice thick with desire. “Move yourself.”

Christine was forced to bite down on her own clothing, struggling to move up and down. With her hands tied behind her back, it was difficult to exert any force. She could only use her legs to lift her body up and then let herself drop down again. After a few movements, she was exhausted and whimpering softly, but she dared not stop. Whenever she wanted to escape, Adrian would held her more firmly on his cock.

Two large breasts swayed in front of Adrian’s eyes like ripe peaches. He leaned forward and bit down on her nipples while thrusting into her. Christine let out a sharp cry of pain as the intense sensation made her scalp tingle and her mind go blank, almost forgetting to breathe.

Then, he used the teeth to grind against the base of her nipples. Soon, her nipples became incredibly red and swollen, like two ripe red beans about to fall off.

Christine cried from the pain, but this pain brought a strange pleasure. Her breasts seemed connected to her pussy, and every bite from Adrian made her pussy gush with wetness. In her daze, she remembered making love with Ethan. Ethan would also lick her breasts—but not like this.

Ethan would gently caress her round breasts, using his tongue to tease those shy buds until Christine moaned softly. Then he would gently kiss them. He would ask with shining eyes, “Darling, will these produce milk when you’re pregnant?” Christine would blush and scold him for being shameless, and he would kiss her lips again—

Adrian suddenly thrust hard, his thick cock interrupting Christine’s thoughts.

She was helplessly pressed down onto the man’s cock, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing lewdly. Adrian fucked her so hard that the sore pleasure kept rising in her belly.

After another intense bite on her nipple, Christine’s whole body trembled, and she cried out as she reached her climax.