Breaking the Taboo (1v2, Blood Uncle and Nephew) - Chapter 31

His dark eyes glinted as he palmed her head. With no other choice, he settled for thrusting along the edges of her mouth, the hard ridge of his c0ckhead grinding against her tongue.

Slowly, this teasing wasn’t enough. He wanted to go deeper, to push further inside.

Sinking his hips, he pressed his c0ck inch by inch into Li Mohan’s face. Halfway in, it hit the back of her throat. He pumped back and forth, pleasure surging through his shaft as she began to squirm.

His hands tightened on her head, forcing it down toward his crotch. His hips thrust faster, the massive head scraping past her throat, threatening to overwhelm it, demanding she swallow his thick, long c0ck.

Li Mohan’s instincts kicked in—she gagged, shaking her head, muffled whimpers escaping as if pleading for him to stop.

The bedroom was silent except for her choked gagging and Han Yezhen’s suppressed groans.

It wasn’t as good as fucking her pvssy, but it was still heavenly—wet, hot, and tight. He wanted to shove his balls in her mouth too.

With each thrust, his c0ck dragged out glistening threads of saliva.

Her throat constricted, and with her mouth unable to close for so long, drool poured out, dripping from her lips to her chin, pooling there.

His massive c0ck swelled even larger in her mouth, the slit pulsing as it leaked clear precum, the veins bulging more prominently.

His little niece’s face flushed crimson, gasping for air. He teetered on the edge of release, sweat beading on his sharp nose.

Han Yezhen’s eyes burned red, the ferocity in his expression giving way to restraint. He pressed her head down harder, bucking his hips, his voice hoarse and laced with urgent pants. “How’s it taste? Like your uncle’s big c0ck?”

She couldn’t answer, her mouth stuffed to the brim, tears welling in her eyes, her face nearly purple. Han Yezhen knew if he kept going, she might pass out.

His brows furrowed, breaths heavier, abs clenching as he pounded into her mouth like a jackhammer. His c0ckhead swelled even more, lodged deep in her throat, and a torrent of hot, thick cum erupted, flooding her.

Li Mohan coughed, choked by the pungent, musky cum. The drugs Han Yezhen had used were effective—she remained unconscious despite it all.

Even without awareness, her body remembered his touch, the thrill of climax. That was exactly what he wanted.

After his release, he knelt back, panting heavily. Moments later, he pried open her mouth, revealing traces of unswallowed cum mixed with her saliva on her tongue, an utterly depraved sight.

Leaning close to her ear, he murmured intimately, “Remember this—it’s my taste.”

Han Yezhen grabbed his phone, snapping a few photos of her face and stuffed mouth before climbing off the bed, fully satisfied.

Li Mohan didn’t wake until noon the next day.

Glancing at her phone, it was nearly twelve. She’d slept almost twelve hours.

So why did she feel so exhausted, like she hadn’t slept at all? Her br3asts felt swollen, and there was a strange taste in her mouth.

As she tried to get up, a trickle of wetness seeped from between her legs.

Panicked, she sat back down on the bed.

Not again!

Fanning her flushed cheeks, images from last night’s dream flooded back.

What was happening?

Why did she keep dreaming of her uncle touching her?

Was this what people meant by pent-up desire?

Why him, of all people?

She buried her face in her hands, dejected.

Grabbing a tissue, she lifted her nightgown, sliding her panties to her knees. Spreading her legs slightly, she wiped the slick from her thighs.

When she stepped out, she heard noises from the kitchen—chopping sounds.

Probably the housekeeper cooking.

The living room was empty, but Han Yezhen’s study door was ajar, faint voices drifting out, likely from a meeting.

Not wanting to disturb him, Li Mohan headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

Just act normal, she told herself. Don’t let him see anything’s off.

She picked up her toothbrush and started brushing.

“Hiss.”

She winced—her lips stung!