The Breeding Deal: Brother-in-law's Forbidden Offer - Chapter 69

Chapter 69: Watch It [E]

Christine was pinned against the bed by Adrian, her waist firmly gripped in his large hands as he took her from behind.

Her mind was completely blank, her body overwhelmed by the chaos of sensation.

Her face was buried deep in the sheets, muffled whimpers and broken cries spilling from her lips. Two pillows were stacked beneath her hips, lifting her slightly, and every thrust sent her sliding forward. Adrian’s strong grip on her waist pulled her right back, his other hand bending her arm behind her back, holding her in place with no room to escape.

She had already climaxed two or three times tonight, but Adrian showed no signs of stopping. His body loomed over her, pressing her down as he drove into her again and again, his iron-hard shaft unrelenting.

He hadn’t come even once.

The only thought lingering in Christine’s hazy mind was, How long is he going to keep going?

Her body, however, couldn’t keep up. All she could feel was the overwhelming waves of pleasure and the sharp ache from being taken so repeatedly. The room grew hotter with each thrust, the air feeling heavier, making it harder for her to breathe. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest, her skin dampened with a fine sheen of sweat.

She tried to open her mouth, to beg him to stop, but the words wouldn’t come out. Every attempt at speech was broken apart by his relentless pace, leaving her gasping and moaning in jagged fragments.

Adrian leaned down, his hand grabbing her chin and tilting her face toward him. His deep, raspy voice cut through her haze. “What are you trying to say?”

Christine shook her head weakly, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. “T-too… deep… so hot…” she stammered through her sobs, her voice trembling.

She wasn’t even sure if the words had come out properly. She didn’t know if Adrian had heard her at all. Instead of answering, he nipped at her ear, his hot tongue tracing over the delicate curve of her earlobe. The wet sound of his lips sucking on her ear sent shivers coursing down her spine.

Then, he tilted her chin further and captured her lips in a demanding kiss. Her swollen lips parted under his forceful touch, and his tongue invaded her mouth, exploring her teeth and tasting her deeply. The kiss was messy, wet, and overwhelming, just like his movements below.

At the same time, his hips snapped against her harder, faster, his thrusts shaking her entire body.

Christine came again. She didn’t even know how many times it had happened tonight.

She must have peed, the urine mixing with the fluids from her orgasm, gushing out uncontrollably and soaking the entire bedsheet beneath her. Her stomach and legs trembled, her waist and abdomen contracting and arching, her whole body heated by the sound of the rushing water and the pungent smell in the air. As she collapsed back onto the bed, lying helplessly in the mess of her own fluids, soft, broken sobs escaped her lips.

Christine didn’t realize how lewd she looked as she squirted during her climax. Adrian’s thrusts became even more powerful and intense, his massive cock moving in and out of her, splashing the fluids that kept flowing out. The area where their bodies connected foamed with a pale liquid that mixed with the translucent fluid, dripping down her thighs onto the floor.

A moment later, Adrian finally stopped. Christine thought their endless encounter was over.

She struggled to move to the side of the bed, lying on a dry patch of the sheet, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Her blurry gaze followed Adrian as he got off the bed, and she saw him adjust the air conditioner to a lower temperature before walking back towards her.

In her vision, Adrian’s cock was a dark red, hard and thick, the large head pointing upwards, almost touching his stomach, swaying menacingly in the air.

Then, Christine felt herself being picked up, her naked skin pressing against Adrian’s firm and hot body. They took a few steps, and suddenly she found herself off the bed and onto the floor, coming to her senses to find herself lying on a soft grey carpet.

In front of her was a large full-length mirror, similar to the one in Adrian’s room at home. However, unlike the one at home, this mirror was next to a spacious walk-in closet filled with Adrian’s usual suits, neatly arranged ties of various colors, and several pairs of shoes lined up below.

The air was filled with the unique scent of cedar, and the large mirror reflected the warm yellow light, showing her naked body in its entirety.

Suddenly, her lower body was lifted high, with a soft pillow beneath her waist.

She trembled in fear, not understanding what Adrian was planning to do. All she felt was the liquid flowing from her open pussy, cooling as it ran back inside due to her raised position. She struggled to prop herself up and look back, but Adrian had already thrust himself deep inside her.

Christine had never experienced this position before. As she turned her head, her mind exploded with a firework of pleasure, the sensation of being penetrated from above making her feel like her blood was flowing backwards. Her vision flashed white and then black.

She instantly lost all strength, her waist and hips hanging limp in the air, only to be supported by Adrian’s strong arms and thick cock. Adrian continued to thrust into her in this position, making her drool uncontrollably, her body tensing up with sharp pleasure that traveled from her raised pussy down to her brain.

Her back arched with overwhelming pleasure, and she tried to escape, weakly shaking her buttocks, letting out desperate, pleading screams.

“No, no…”

“Please, please, don’t – ah! Don’t…It’s… ah, ah… too deep!”

Christine didn’t realize if she ever made her voice, but she knew that Adrian was thrusting faster and deeper because of it. His cock felt like it was on fire, and with a force she couldn’t resist, he gripped her waist and thrust downwards, as if trying to push his entire cock into her body.

Her upper body lay limp on the ground, her long, trembling legs held high by Adrian. She supported her weight on her elbows, afraid of falling and hurting the baby in her belly. She wrapped her legs tightly around Adrian’s firm waist, relying on his thick cock to keep her stable.

It was like doing yoga, her pose so erotic it was captivating.

At this moment, Christine’s plump and soft buttocks bounced in front of Adrian, like a full, round bun. He held one of her legs with one hand, and with the other, he spanked her buttocks hard, thrusting his cock forcefully into her quivering, sticky entrance.

Christine let out a series of broken cries, her body arching as she tried to crawl away from his cock. But her movements only made him grip her tighter, spreading her legs wider and pulling her closer, as if she were a cart, making her wet, hot pussy press tightly against his lower abdomen.

Christine’s entrance loosened again under his thrusts, obediently opening wide. The soft flesh inside still had a springy quality, hungrily sucking on his hard, purple cock. His shaft was tightly wrapped by her soft passage, and this position was very demanding for Christine. She was already exhausted from being fucked, and with no stable support, her buttocks and belly shook violently with each thrust. Each time, Adrian hit a different sensitive spot inside her, forcing out her desperate screams.

Adrian wasn’t satisfied with Christine just lying on the ground with her head buried in her arms.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded, panting.

Christine struggled to lift her head and saw her reflection in the mirror, lying on the ground. Her moans wouldn’t stop, saliva dripping onto the carpet, her face flushed red, tears streaming down her cheeks and eyes.

Her naked breasts were pressed against the soft carpet, her erect nipples rubbing against the plush surface, sending small electric shocks through her nipples. Christine cried, trying to escape, only to be spanked hard on the buttocks by the man behind her.

“Smack!”

The man behind her was like a mountain, and Christine could only see his strong legs in the mirror, his calf muscles smooth and taut, and his firm abs and hips covered in a layer of fine sweat. He kept thrusting his hips forward, driving his tireless cock into her again and again.

She experienced another climax that night.

Almost at the moment of her climax, her back, which had been arched backwards, and her legs, which had been hooked around Adrian’s waist, lost all strength and collapsed. The man’s cock, like a sharp blade, slid out of her body, the swollen head rubbing against her entire passage, pulling out a pool of fluids.

Her belly nearly hit the ground, but fortunately, the next second, Adrian gripped her waist and lifted her off the carpet, pulling her upper body into his embrace and making Christine stand up.

Christine couldn’t stand on her own, so she had to rely on Adrian’s hands to keep her upright, her body limply leaning back into his embrace.

She looked into the mirror and saw her breasts swaying chaotically, marked with the handprints from where Adrian had spanked her. Her waist was also bruised with dark red marks from his grip.

As he slightly lifted her leg, she could see his thick, purple cock thrusting in and out of her deep red entrance, pulling out a stream of sticky, lewd fluid each time.

The sound of their bodies slapping together and the wet, broken moans filled her ears.

In the mirror, she saw Adrian’s hand resting on her belly, where her and Ethan’s child was growing.

Her child was witnessing her being fucked by her husband’s brother in such a lewd position, climaxing again and again.

Christine instinctively didn’t want to see herself like this anymore. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the reality, but Adrian’s relentless thrusts pushed her to another orgasm. The electric pleasure coursed through her, and tears streamed down her face.

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw herself in the mirror, her body shaking uncontrollably, her legs trembling, her entrance red and swollen from being fucked, and the purple cock moving rapidly in and out of her body, causing more fluids to gush out.

She cried out incoherently, her shaking hands trying to cover her leaking pussy, begging Adrian to stop.

“No… no — please, please… don’t look…”

“I don’t want to, I don’t want to look…”

Adrian stopped but carried her closer to the mirror until her nose and lips were almost touching the cold surface. Christine panted heavily, and the mirror quickly fogged up with her breath.

“Watch it,” Adrian said behind her, his voice thick with lust and incredibly sexy.

“Watch me fuck you.”