For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 106

Magnus’ face was as cold as ever, but his touch was hot. His calloused fingers teased the stiff peaks through the thin fabric, turning them red as blooming flowers.

“Hah… too much… ngh…!”

“You never say you like it… but you never say stop either.”

His voice dripped with mocking amusement as he pinched and rolled the hardened buds. Eugenie threw her head back, her entire body trembling under his hands.

Hearing that, an unnecessary irritation prickled inside Carter.

Even though he knew Eugenie was in a desperate state, he didn’t rush to the main point/ Instead, he dragged his fingers roughly through her folds. Each time his bent fingers moved, lewd, wet sounds filled the room.

“Hah. Looks like there’s no need to loosen you up.”

“Nn, ah—ahh…! Ah!”

“Eugenie, what were you doing to get this wet before we even got here?”

The sticky heat clinging to his fingers burned like boiling water from the depths of the ocean. Meanwhile, Eugenie’s mind grew hazier, her head thrashing weakly against the sensation.

She could feel pleasure building and she felt more alive than before, but knowing just how far this was from enough only made it worse.

“Ah, ngh—ahh! Both of you—why, ah—!”

“What’s the problem? I’m touching exactly where you like it.”

“Hng…!”

Droplets trailed down her inner thighs, soaking into the floor beneath her.

Lost in the sensitivity that was just beneath her skin, Eugenie finally pleaded.

“Ah—Carter, please—ah, ah!”

She sounded like a parched woman desperate for a single sip of water.

Carter, too, could hardly hold back anymore at her whining. He gripped his thick length. The desire to bury himself inside her was obvious from the pale fluid beading at his tip.

But instead of thrusting in right away, he flipped her over without warning.

One moment, Eugenie had been staring up at the sitting room ceiling—the next, her vision spun, and she found herself face-to-face with Magnus’ scowling expression, caught between shock and annoyance.

“Ah—!”

Instinctively, she tried to push herself up onto her knees—but the second they hit the floor, Carter’s hands clamped down on her hips from behind.

A heavy, scorching pressure pressed against her entrance. Her amber eyes widened in stunned realization and trembled dangerously.

Carter Livingston… you can’t possibly—

“Ngh—ah!”

The moment that thought crossed her mind, it happened exactly as she feared.

With Magnus Napier glaring down at her, Carter’s thick c**k pushed inside from behind.

It’s been a while since she has been filled, but she was so wet and loose that there’s no resistance as he pushes in. In fact, the hot walls clenched tightly around every throbbing vein of the pillar that touched it.

“Ah—ahh, ah—!”

“Shh, you should stay quiet, Eugenie.”

Carter teased her in a mockingly sweet voice. When Eugenie bit her lip to stifle the voice, he hammered into her with short thrusts. He knew he was being hypocritical, but the thrill of it was overriding his reason and his true nature kept slipping out.

Meanwhile, Magnus, who played the part of a clean priest outside, glared at him with a face so dark.

“…You vulgar bastard.”

Even as his opponent ground his teeth in fury, Carter just smirked with sweat dripping down his jaw.

“Says the one who can’t even confess his own feelings. Tuck your tail between your legs, Napier.”

Thud! The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room. The base was briefly revealed and with the thrusts as if he was determined to pull all the pleasure from her. Her screams grew sharper.

“Hah—ah, ahh—!”

“Ha, f**k.”

Even Magnus, who was watching Eugenie unravel into pure debauchery, was reaching his limit. His trapped c**k strained against his pants got swollen and aching.

With one hand, he roughly freed himself from the confines of his clothes, while the other snatched Eugenie’s chin.

“Stick out your tongue, Norton.”

“Hah—hngh…!”

The moment she gasped for air, his tongue invaded her mouth. Compared to the kiss at the mansion’s study, that kiss had been as polite as his gentlemanly appearance.

At the same time, she was being split open by Carter’s thrusts while her lips were stolen by another. Magnus held her jaw in place, Carter anchored her hips, so there was no room to run away.