Breaking the Taboo (1v2, Blood Uncle and Nephew) - Chapter 13

Han Yezhen’s sharp eyes caught the way Li Mohan’s fingers had curled into a tight fist. A glint of violence flickered through his gaze as his voice dropped even lower.

“What? You hate me that much?”

Other women would be all over him the second they saw him—desperate to climb into his lap. But this niece of his? Every time she saw him, she looked like she couldn’t wait to run.

A man like him—decisive, ruthless—reduced to this petty, childish defiance. All because she wouldn’t obey.

He pried her clenched fingers apart, one by one. His large palm settled over her dainty hand, long fingers splaying out to intertwine with hers, slotting perfectly between them.

His other hand moved down, middle finger pressing to her entrance. He rubbed along the tight slit a few times, parting the now plump, engorged lips. They parted slightly, revealing a narrow, twitching hole, already leaking slick with each tiny contraction.

Her pvssy was still tight. He pushed in, one knuckle at a time, testing her. Even soaked as she was, he could barely squeeze in past the first joint. His fingers were thicker than most men’s, and her soft inner walls gripped him so tightly it felt like she’d snap his bones.

A soft breath slipped through his teeth.

“Didn’t I already break your cherry? Why the hell are you still this tight?”

He sounded almost… annoyed.

He was near the edge of his patience. With a shove, he buried another knuckle. Then he began to thrust—slowly, shallowly—drawing out thick strands of honeyed slick with each motion.

Maybe it hurt. Li Mohan’s brows knit, and she let out a faint whimper.

Her insides were still clinging desperately to his finger, though not as tightly as before. He watched, entranced, as more of his finger disappeared inside her, inch by inch. A sick, twisted satisfaction bloomed in his chest.

His fingertip curled and began to stir inside her warm, wet walls, digging, scraping, flicking over the slippery folds buried deep in her core. The pace quickened. Faster. Rougher.

The sound of it—wet, obscene squelch, squelch—filled the room as juice flowed down his finger into his palm, soaking it.

Lust turned his dark eyes crimson. Like payback, his movements grew harsher. He yanked his belt loose.

His c0ck sprang free, hard to the point of pain, slapping up against his stomach, twitching with desperate energy. He grabbed the hand still laced with his and wrapped it around his c0ck.

Her hand was so small, so soft it felt boneless. The second she touched him, his c0ck twitched, spurting a bead of precum straight into her palm. He rubbed it in deliberately, smearing the slippery fluid across her skin.

But her hand couldn’t even wrap all the way around him.

He grunted, wrapping his larger hand over hers, guiding her. Together, they stroked from base to tip, from the crown back down to his balls, pumping his thick length in long, steady strokes that matched the curve of his throbbing erection.

At the same time, the finger inside her moved faster. Harsher. He rammed it in deep, again and again, fucking her little hole until she overflowed.

Even unconscious, Li Mohan’s body couldn’t ignore the pleasure building inside her. Her breathing quickened. Her legs twitched, trying to close.

Han Yezhen shifted angles, twisting his finger inside her, jabbing at her slick walls with devilish precision.

Then he found it—that sensitive patch of flesh deep inside.

He switched to two fingers.

Now she was full.

He pressed against that spot hard, rubbing, teasing it relentlessly. Even around it, he kept thrusting, jabbing her from every angle until another gush of juice sprayed out.

Li Mohan’s eyes stayed shut, long lashes trembling nonstop. Her fair cheeks flushed a deep pink, a drop of sweat tracing down her temple.

Even with her eyes closed, the corners shimmered with moisture. Her cherry lips parted, letting out a soft, helpless moan.

“Mm… ah…”

Every little sound she made drove Han Yezhen closer to madness.

Barely audible. Barely words. But they struck him straight in the chest, like sparks to kindling.

His chest was slick with sweat. Droplets slid down his defined abs, disappearing into the thick patch of pubic hair around his c0ck.

He could feel it—she was close. And him? He was already at his limit. Starved for days. Seconds away from release.

Her hand—so warm, so soft—was slick now, damp with sweat. Whether it was from his heat or hers, he didn’t know. But it was heaven. Way better than his own damn hand.

He tilted his head back, exhaling hard. His rough breathing echoed through the quiet room.

He clamped her hand tighter around his c0ck, forcing it to stroke faster, harder, chasing his climax with relentless focus. His c0ck swelled, the veins bulging like thick ropes along its length.

He didn’t slow down. His fingers thrust deep into her, fast and rough, fucking her pvssy with brutal intensity. The sheets beneath her were soaked, ruined.

“Uuh… uuh…”

She whimpered, her body convulsing beneath him. Pleasure and pain twisted together in her voice. Her feet pointed, toes curled, back arching as her cunt spasmed, releasing gush after gush of thick, sticky arousal, drenching her thighs in a hot, wet mess.

And then—he came.

With a low growl, Han Yezhen groaned and shot thick streams of hot cum all over her tits, painting them in creamy white.

He exhaled, bracing himself on either side of her body, breath ragged, chest heaving. The aftershocks ran through him in shudders.

He turned his head slightly, eyes sliding down to Li Mohan’s soaked thighs and the puddle between her legs. The drenched, darkened sheets.

Just his fingers—and she made this much of a mess?

What a sensitive little juicebox.

But his lust hadn’t eased. Not even a little.

He still wanted her.

Needed her.

Desperately.