The Breeding Deal: Brother-in-law's Forbidden Offer - Chapter 78

Chapter 78: Squeeze [E]

In the dimly lit bedroom, Adrian sat with his legs spread wide, leaning against the headboard. Between his legs was Christine, naked, kneeling in front of him. She held her breasts with both hands, pushing them together to create a cleft where his thick, hot cock was nestled.

His purple cock looked menacing, contrasting sharply with her smooth, delicate breasts. Christine didn’t have exaggeratedly large breasts, and her cleavage wasn’t deep, just a shallow valley struggling to rub against his hot shaft and swollen tip.

It was clear that Christine didn’t know how to do a titfuck, or maybe she had never done it before. She bit her lower lip, her gaze downcast, her long eyelashes trembling. She looked at her own cleavage with a mix of panic and shame, ears burning red.

Her nipples were either hard from embarrassment or from the touch of the hot object, standing erect and swollen. The pink nubs were embedded in her smooth breast flesh, small areolas also tightening around them.

Adrian had long noticed Christine’s nipples.

Stunning beautiful, like a drop of water on a peach, glistening in the dim light.

Her movements were awkward, rubbing her breasts together a few times before losing rhythm. Several times, she couldn’t keep her breasts in place, and his cock slipped out the cleavage, slapping against her soft flesh.Her soft breasts swayed back and forth like dough, pushed by the tip of his cock, glistening with his pre-cum.

She tried to capture his large cock again, her black hair swaying and brushing against his shaft.

Her hair was cool, brushing against the sensitive tip of his cock, making it swell and release a stream of clear liquid. Christine instinctively leaned back slightly, her lips parting in surprise, revealing her pink tongue.

Adrian stared intently at that soft tongue, gripping the back of Christine’s head and pushing it down.

Christine instinctively tried to pull back, but her slightly swollen lips, from the earlier kiss, pressed against the wet tip of his cock.

It was hot.

The scorching tip of his cock pressed against her mouth like a branding iron.

The soft sensation was fleeting. Adrian grew even more aroused, gripping her neck tightly, his voice low and trembling in the air, “Open your mouth.”

He wanted her to give him a titfuck while sucking him off at the same time.

Realizing this, Christine’s naked back shivered slightly. She had never done this before and was scared. She looked up, wanting to beg for mercy, but all she got was his unyielding hand pressing down on her neck.

She had no choice but to lower her body further, using both hands to support her breasts and push them up to envelop his cock. Trembling, she opened her mouth and took him in.

The moment his cock filled her mouth, an overwhelming sense of shame made Christine dizzy. She breathed heavily, looking at her own cleavage squeezing his cock, feeling his coarse pubic hair against her chin, her mouth filled with his salty taste.

She closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to see any of it.

Adrian thrust deep, his thick cock pushing straight to the back of her throat.

Then, he slightly lifted his hips, pressing against her mouth, and forcefully thrust a few times.

He fucked her deep and hard, and Christine couldn’t take it. She let out a muffled wail from her throat, her head pressed down by Adrian, lips wrapping around his entire cock like a sleeve. Her whole face was almost touching her own breasts, making it hard to breathe.

After a few thrusts, Christine’s hands loosened, and his purple, veiny cock slipped out from between her breasts, exposed to the air, twitching uncontrollably from the loss of her soft embrace.

Adrian’s desire surged even higher, the veins on his neck bulging. He raised his hand and slapped Christine’s breast, voice dark and hoarse, “Hold it steady. If it slips out again… I’ll fuck you.”

“Mmm…”

Christine shivered from the slap. She didn’t dare anger Adrian and eagerly grabbed her breasts, squeezing them together forcefully. Her slender fingers turned her breast flesh red, nails almost digging into the skin. At the same time, she tightened her throat, afraid his cock would slip out of her mouth.

As her mouth tightened, her breasts rubbed up and down against his shaft like dough, his swollen veins pressing against her flesh, pulsing rapidly.

Christine’s head was almost buried in her reddened cleavage, her nose and lips wet with her own saliva, the smell of his pre-cum surrounding her. Her wide-open mouth ached, instinctively wanting to close, but his hard cock blocked it, forcing her to let the saliva drip down.

Adrian thrust deep, making her mouth and cleavage burn with pain. The quiet room was filled only with her muffled moans and his heavy breathing.

“Boss!”

Suddenly, Sophie’s shout came from outside, “Doctor Wong said earlier that you can’t — mmmmm—”

Her words were cut off, followed by the sound of her being dragged away with her mouth covered.

Then, Thomas’s mechanical voice sounded, “Boss, Doctor Wong wants you to take care of your health.”

They meant well, but it scared Christine badly. Hearing the girl’s voice, she widened her eyes and tried to lift her head, accidentally biting the sensitive tip of his cock.

Adrian grunted, furrowing his brows deeply. Without looking up, he pressed harder on her neck and growled towards the door, “Get the fuck out.”

His voice was low and terrifying, like the rumble of thunder on a summer evening, enough to scare even the Grim Reaper.

Outside the room, James, Sophie, and Thomas all broke into a cold sweat.

Sophie and Thomas thought that their boss had been abstinent for too long these past two months and was now making up for it with Christine. James thought that his boss was just having a bad day and needed to vent.

But they were all wrong.

Adrian was on fire, consumed by a mix of lust and angry resentment.

He was furious at his own despicable behavior. He didn’t care about Rebecca’s neglect; after thirty years with his mother, he was numb to her blatant favoritism. But what enraged him was that, despite his brother’s serious illness, he wanted to take his brother’s wife and replace him in her heart.

If it were just lust, anyone would do.

But why did it have to be his brother’s wife?

Outside, it grew quiet. Adrian fucked Christine’s mouth, making her gag, her throat tightening as he thrust deep and hard about a dozen times before coming in her mouth. There was so much semen that it filled her throat and spilled out, dripping from the corners of her mouth.

Christine had never swallowed semen before—Ethan would never do such a thing to her. She didn’t even know what a man’s semen tasted like. As the hot liquid filled her mouth, she froze, her mouth still wrapped around Adrian’s throbbing cock.

She let him grip the back of her head, only realizing moments later that the liquid flowing down her throat was his semen. A few seconds later, the salty taste filled her mouth, making her scalp tingle. She began to cough violently, turning her head to the side, tears streaming down her face.

But Adrian wouldn’t let her off so easily. The man came hard and thick, his cock jerking in the air as Christine pulled back. He thrust his cock upward, aiming at her nose and cheeks, and sprayed her face with milky semen.

The milky semen instantly covered her usually pure and beautiful face, dripping onto her eyelashes, the tip of her nose, and sliding down her nose, eventually clinging to her breasts and pink nipples.

He held his shaft, rubbing the tip against her mouth, and commanded, “Lick it clean.”

She coughed uncomfortably, her nose turning red, but still complied, extending her hand and tongue to lick the thick, white semen off his tip.

Just as she finished licking the last bit of semen clean, the man suddenly grabbed her by the neck and pushed her down onto the bed.

Adrian loomed over her like a panther, their faces close together, his eyes filled with an unpredictable intensity.

He had just come, but his eyes burned with a fire hotter than mere desire.

After a moment, he asked her strangely, “If it were another man right now… you would do this for Ethan and Oliver, wouldn’t you.”

Christine didn’t know why Adrian was asking this, but she instinctively didn’t want to lie. Truthfully, she couldn’t imagine any other man in the world willing to help her like this. But if there were, she would do it.

She didn’t care about her own dignity.

Ethan was worth it.

Her face was still covered in Adrian’s semen, her mouth stained white, but she looked at him seriously, thought for a moment, and then nodded. “Yes,” she said.

Her tone implied that if there were any man in the world who could save Ethan and her brother, then that man and Adrian would be no different to her.

Only her family mattered.