The Breeding Deal: Brother-in-law's Forbidden Offer - Chapter 89

Chapter 89: Thrust [E]
Adrian flipped Christine over, holding her face-to-face against him, his hips thrusting forward relentlessly, rubbing against her bare lower body.

His cock was pressing and grinding against her entrance, but he didn’t enter her.

Christine squirmed in response, and Adrian’s hot hands slipped under her sweater, roughly pulling aside her bra to squeeze her breasts. Her nipples, stimulated by the sudden grip, swelled up, and his fingers pinched them, the rough fabric of her sweater adding to the stinging sensation.

Christine tried to push him away, but Adrian lifted her onto the bathroom counter, her skirt and panties already pulled down, exposing her wet entrance to him.

He lowered his head, thrusting his hips forward, watching as his thick, purplish cock rubbed against her pussy, pushing aside the slippery, reddish labia, revealing the small, sensitive clit. Then, he forcefully pressed his hot tip against it.

With each thrust, Christine’s lower body trembled involuntarily, and her pussy released a few drops of wetness. When he pulled back, her clit shyly retreated between the labia, leaving only the wet traces behind.

Christine was pinned on the bathroom counter, her legs spread wide. She couldn’t help but glance at the door, terrified that her parents and brother, who were just outside, might notice something amiss and barge in.

The twisted excitement made her even wetter, quickly soaking Adrian’s cock, which gleamed with moisture.

Adrian’s eyes were red with desire, the veins in his neck bulging as he endured the torment, the bathroom filled with his deep, sexy panting.

He stopped the thrusting motion of his hips, holding his cock with one hand, pressing the base where the head met the shaft. With the other hand, he roughly spread Christine’s labia, exposing the wet, swollen clit, and pressed his heavy tip against it. He moved his fingers rapidly, flicking his tip against the exposed, plump, pink clit.

“Slap! Slap! Slap!”

With each flick of his fingers, his large tip hit her small, sensitive clit precisely, each impact intensifying the stimulation, as if he were masturbating against her pussy.

Christine trembled uncontrollably, her breathing rapid. Her thighs spread wider unconsciously, then tried to close, making her body sway slightly on the counter, her lower half lifting lightly, as if welcoming Adrian.

After dozens of unbearable rubs, his tip slipped and suddenly plunged inside her.

The sudden sensation of being penetrated made Christine feel desperate. She looked down and saw the purplish cock still halfway exposed, and she pushed Adrian with all her might, begging him to pull out.

If he really did this here, she would break down, and her parents would surely find out—if they saw her, she would die of shame.

The next moment, Adrian, with his tip already inside her, gripped Christine’s waist and thrust deeply into her.

Her body was tense and tight, even though she was so wet. Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, making Adrian grunt in pleasure, the veins in his neck bulging.

He lifted his hips, forcefully thrusting into her tight pussy, while gripping and roughly squeezing her buttocks without mercy, until her pussy was forced to adapt to his length and girth, quivering as it stretched open.

Christine couldn’t take it anymore. The tingling sensation spread from her filled pussy, surging upward. She was still sitting on the counter, afraid of falling, so she tightly wrapped her arms around Adrian’s neck, her nails digging into his suit, panting softly, “Don’t… don’t do this…”

Adrian paid no heed, only thrusting into her roughly, panting heavily.

As if his desire couldn’t be satisfied, he leaned down and bit her swaying breast hard. The bathroom was filled with the sounds of his lips and tongue moving and the lewd slapping of their bodies.

Doing this with her husband’s brother in her own home, behind her parents’ and brother’s backs… If they were discovered now, would her parents think she was cheating? How could she explain it, how could she face her brother, who had just looked at her so earnestly? And what if Ethan found out she was being fucked by Adrian in her own home…

The fear of being discovered, the desperation in her mind, the dwindling resistance, and the immense pleasure rising from her lower body—all these sensations mixed together, making Christine tremble as if electrified.

Her skin, pressed against Adrian’s, was burning with desire. The pleasure surged from her lower body to her scalp, her belly soft and aching. Her limbs and fingertips were cold from tension, but her lower body and every place Adrian touched were burning hot.

Suddenly, a cry escaped Christine’s throat—soft, but sharp, like a desperate, uncontrollable scream after holding back for so long.

Then, Adrian felt her pussy come alive, frantically clenching and sucking his cock, the walls pulsating, along with a surge of hot fluid gushing over his tip and shaft.

Christine climaxed, her lower body squirting uncontrollably, a scream about to escape her mouth. She bit down on Adrian’s shoulder, barely muffling the broken sound, leaving the imprint of her teeth on his expensive suit. Adrian, pressed against her pussy, came as well.

After the climax, Adrian set Christine down. Her face was flushed, skin glowing with the remnants of her orgasm, tears hanging from her lashes. Her mouth was slightly open, pink lips parted, breath coming out in ragged, alluring gasps, as if her very breath was sweet.

Adrian leaned down to kiss her again, but Christine weakly pushed against his chest, her voice filled with urgent pleading, “Go… please, please go out first…”

Adrian released her lips, and Christine struggled to move her body from the counter, standing back on shaky legs. She could barely stand straight but stubbornly pushed away Adrian’s helping hand. Silently, she put her clothes back on, slowly steadying her breath, and washed her face in the mirror before leaving without looking back.

Outside the door, he heard Patricia asking, “What happened? Did Adrian really throw up? Oh my god…”

Adrian’s suit was soaked, from the bottom of his black vest down to his pants, all glistening with wet stains—all from Christine’s juices. Expressionless, he pulled out his personal phone. Five minutes later, there was a knock at the bathroom door, and James’s voice announced that he had brought a new suit.

Adrian finished getting dressed and left the bathroom. Christine’s parents had just finished cleaning the kitchen. Seeing him finally emerge, they walked over with concern, asking if he felt unwell and whether he needed more rest. Pat apologetically expressed her regret repeatedly, and offered him tea and coffee.

Adrian remained silent, scanning the living room but not finding Christine. James, understanding the situation, took out his phone and showed him a note he’d prepared: “Miss Christine has gone to the hospital.”

Adrian glanced at the screen without expression, merely nodding politely to bid farewell to Christine’s parents, mentioning he had work in the afternoon before heading toward the door.

Hearing Adrian was leaving, Oliver volunteered to escort him to the complex entrance.

After leaving the elevator, Oliver followed behind Adrian and James. James glanced back at him several times – the young man seemed to have something to say, alternating between furrowing his brows and biting his lips for courage, clearly troubled but unable to speak up.

James found it puzzling – the boss had just spent 6 million to help him out, why would he look so dejected?

At the Cadillac, James opened the door for Adrian. As the tall man was about to step in, Oliver finally called out.

“Adrian!”

Adrian turned back, eyes narrowing as he looked at Christine’s brother.

As his savior, Adrian hadn’t really taken a close look at the young man before – his features resembled Christine’s, but his demeanor was entirely different. He was caught between boyhood and adulthood, with a kind of rough maturity.

Like a young man who, in the conventional sense, had grown up surrounded by love and care.

“Hey, bro… I was wondering… if you could look after my sister?”

“I know… I might be overstepping here. But my sister has it really tough. After the baby’s born, she’ll be raising the child alone while taking care of Ethan too.”

“I—I only have one sister. She’s always been good to me since we were kids. I just hope she won’t be mistreated in the Blackwood family. If—uh, I mean if…”

He seemed to gather all his courage, words tumbling out in a rush:

“If she gets mistreated, I’ll come to take her and the baby away from the Blackwoods.”

Oliver stood stiffly, his tone harsh, completely different from his natural, lively self at the dinner table near Christine. His fierce words almost sounded like a threat to Adrian.

Considering Adrian had just spent 6 million to save him, it seemed rather ungrateful.

Yet his eyes were so sincere—as if he’d give everything he had for Christine’s wellbeing.

Adrian watched him for a moment, then turned and slid into the car. James promptly closed the door.

A few seconds later, the window rolled down, and Adrian said coolly: “Give your resume to James.”

Oliver froze, eyes widening, his face quickly lighting up with joy at being acknowledged: “Mr. Adrian! Are—are—are you offering me business opportunities and work? Yes, yes, great! Here’s my phone number, or do you need my email? I’ll give you both!”

Oliver fumbled for his phone and started searching for his business card. Adrian raised his hand slightly, and James pulled out his work phone and dialed a number.

True to form, James was quite perceptive—he was dialing Christine’s number.

“Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently switched off…”

Adrian: …