The Breeding Deal: Brother-in-law's Forbidden Offer - Chapter 67

Chapter 67: Take In [E]

It had been four months since Christine had been kissed, ever since Ethan’s diagnosis.

Adrian’s kisses were completely different from Ethan’s.

Ethan had always been gentle with his kisses, whether saying goodbye before work each morning or giving her goodnight kisses before bed. Even during lovemaking, her husband would act like an affectionate puppy, slowly tracing her lips with his tongue until she contentedly parted them. Only then would he slip his tongue inside, tenderly sucking on her tongue tip.

Those kisses felt like gentle questions, asking permission to enter her body.

In contrast, Adrian’s kiss was absolutely dominating and fierce, nearly suffocating her.

His tongue invaded her mouth aggressively, roughly sweeping across her tongue and teeth, as if searching for something. He explored every corner until her mouth was filled with his taste, saliva dripping uncontrollably down her chin. Once satisfied, he sucked her tongue into his mouth, forcing it to stretch out as she whimpered helplessly while he held her tongue tip between his teeth, even biting it until she let out desperate moans of protest.

Adrian’s kisses were raw sexuality itself.

Christine felt dizzy. She didn’t want to admit it, but she couldn’t deny how good his kisses felt.

These aggressive, primal kisses, unlike anything she’d experienced before, turned her body into a flowing stream.

Just from his kisses, she was completely wet.

While he ravaged her mouth with his lips and tongue, waves of pleasure shot down her spine and flooded her body. Her lower lips dripped with arousal. Still seated on his hard length, which grew hotter and harder against her, she felt his tip pulse noticeably. Her entrance began to twitch on its own, as if… begging to be filled by his thick cock.

Christine didn’t want to be so shameless. She whimpered into the kiss, trying to escape. But where could she go?

Each time her body moved, Adrian’s grip on her chin tightened as he devoured her mouth from every angle, stealing her breath. He pressed her waist down harder against his cock, forcing them closer. Several times, her wet entrance slid directly over his swollen tip, its throbbing heat rubbing against her sensitive bud. Pleasure shot through her core and womb like electricity, making her waist go weak as more wetness leaked out.

Christine couldn’t tell how long he kissed her – maybe ten minutes, maybe thirty. She only knew that when Adrian finally let go, her vision blurred between black and white, leaving her completely dazed.

Adrian leaned back against the headboard, looking at the woman he’d just kissed.

Christine’s long hair was a mess, the black strands scattered across her clean face from their intense making out. She was clearly breathless, an unusual flush spreading across her face – from her eyes to her nose to her cheeks.

But most eye-catching were her swollen lips. Usually small and dainty, they were now puffy and wet with saliva, looking incredibly sexy. She took quick shallow breaths, trying to catch her breath, her pink tongue peeking out helplessly.

Looking down, her tight and full breasts stood firm. Her waist was soft, her belly still flat, showing no signs of being three months pregnant. Her hands pushed weakly against their chests, seeming both resistant and wanting. The pink jewel on her chest swayed, flashing brilliantly.

At the same time, her long, shapely legs straddled his hips. Between them, her pussy was swollen, the plump folds full and rich, showing the engorged inner lips. Her exposed core pressed tightly against his rock-hard cock, those soft pink flesh trembling against his thick length in an incredibly erotic display.

She seemed to be fighting against more desire, her thighs gripping his hips tightly as her lower belly quivered, her breasts shaking with each nervous breath. But her body’s reactions were honest – during their kiss, Christine’s juices had leaked out steadily, slick and sticky, wetting his lower belly and hair, even reaching the sheets.

Where their bodies met, the constant friction during their intense kissing had made his cock incredibly hard, even his balls were soaked.

Now she sat on him, wet and aroused, sweet saliva in her upper mouth while her lower mouth dripped with overwhelming pleasure.

Just from kissing, she’d become this wet.

Yet her eyes remained confused and innocent, as if this intense arousal wasn’t her conscious choice, just staring at him blankly.

The overwhelming scent of white peach surrounded him, making Adrian want to pin Christine to the bed, face up, spread her legs, and thrust into her as deep as possible, emptying every drop of his seed inside her.

But one clear thought remained – Christine was pregnant. Every few days, Dr. Wong from the clinic would message to remind him that Christine was over three months pregnant, at a crucial stage. If they wanted a healthy baby, he must control himself, control, and control again.

If he really couldn’t hold back, he had to be extremely careful during sex.

Christine didn’t know why Adrian stopped. After the kiss, she sat on his legs, her waist still firmly in his grip. As her mind slowly cleared, she saw his usually cold thin lips glistening with saliva. Adrian tilted his head up, staring at her intensely.

Even during their previous encounters, Adrian had always remained cold and detached. No matter how roughly he took her below, his expression stayed ice-cold, as if untouched by desire.

But this time was different. Looking into his eyes, Christine sensed something new. Their faces were closer than ever before, sharing breath, and Adrian’s eyes seemed lost in a whirlpool of lust. There was something deep, wild, and turbulent that she’d never seen before, as if… that calm grey ocean had erupted into stormy waves.

They stared at each other until he narrowed his sharp eyes and commanded: “Take me in yourself.”

His voice was unusually hoarse, his lips barely moving, every breath heavy with desire.

Adrian had always been dominant and unreasonable during sex. In Christine’s memory, he would either blindfold her or bind her hands with ties. This was the first time he’d given her control.

Christine dared not delay. She pressed her hands against the sheets, raised her hips, and lifted slowly. Her lower half was drenched with her own juices, wet from her entrance all the way to her rear. She tried to lift her waist and lower herself, but her muscles were too weak. Each time she lifted slightly, her slick entrance would only brush against his swollen tip, which slipped away from her wetness, making it impossible to take him in.

The sensation was incredibly intense. Adrian breathed heavily, but surprisingly kept his hands still, only gripping her waist harder and harder, almost hard enough to break her.

After failing a third time, Christine shakily reached down to guide his cock toward her entrance.

After two months without sex with Adrian, his cock was just as she remembered – thick, hard, and burning hot, like a fearsome iron rod too big for one hand to hold.

As her fingers wrapped around it, it seemed to come alive, throbbing in her hand, its swollen head facing her and leaking clear fluid. Each touch of her fingertips made the prominent veins pulse violently.

Christine lowered her head in embarrassment, took a deep breath, and used all her strength to lift herself, trying to guide that thickness into her wet entrance.

In Adrian’s view, she raised her hips, her excited, swollen entrance pulsing continually, streams of wetness flowing out onto his thick head at the stimulation. Her hands gripped his cock, her long delicate fingers covered in her own slick juices.

Her expression was a mix of restraint and desire as she bit her lip, making soft muffled sounds. One hand held his cock while the other pressed against the sheets, her body leaning slightly back, long legs spread wider. Her thighs and waist trembled like a soft vessel eagerly awaiting penetration.

Shakily, she guided him into her body. Her entrance seemed too excited, engorged with blood – she could almost feel it pulsing through her there as her passage twitched and contracted. Each inch of his thickness stretched her sensitive walls, making her inner muscles clench involuntarily around him. Her wetness made soft, obscene sounds as he slowly disappeared inside her.

Finally, their bodies joined completely as she took him all in. She could feel every ridge and vein of his cock pressing against her walls, throbbing in time with his heartbeat. The pressure against her cervix was almost unbearable.

In that moment, Christine bit her lip to hold back a moan, her spine shivering involuntarily. He was too thick, too long, stretching her open, making her feel full and aching, sending tingles through her entire body. Her thighs trembled and her toes curled against the sheets.

She heard his deep groan at the same time. He released her waist, raised his hand, and brought it down hard on her full bottom.

“SLAP!”

Then came Adrian’s voice, harsher than ever: “Move. Now.”