Chapter 118
Damn nonsense. Carter could no longer tolerate it and approached her.
“Eugenie.”
“Carter… ha, ah…”
Eugenie finally looked at him.
Her face, once dying as they returned home, revived brightly as magic replenished her. But her eyes still showed it wasn’t enough.
He whispered as he looked down at her.
“I love you.”
Whether he truly meant it, even he wasn’t sure.
“So handle us, my dear.”
What Carter could be certain of now was only that Eugenie was both the most beautiful and maddening woman in the world—so vexing he wanted to torment her.
He gently stimulated the edge of her stretched opening with the tip of his shaft thick with milky fluid. It was so intense she leaked obscene moisture from the narrow gap.
“Want to test it? See if you can take more.”
“Mm! Ung…”
“Let’s practice today, Eugenie.”
Eugenie looked up at him with a shocked expression. To make her put on that face…
It was a pleasure like tiny white sparks bursting in his veins. It was just a hair’s breadth stronger than stuffing his shaft through her narrow slit.
He was intoxicated by her shifting expressions—shock, confusion, and the fleeting self-disgust born of overwhelming pleasure.
But as Carter’s glans rubbed against the swollen inner wall, a wild, out-of-control moan burst forth.
“Ah, ah…!”
“Huff.”
“Hik, Ca-Carter, ah!”
Perhaps because Duke Troys had just climaxed inside her, the tightness took her breath away, though there was barely space to thrust.
“Spread your legs wider.”
“Ah, ah, ah!”
Halfway buried, Eugenie sobbed, unable to wipe the drool leaking from her mouth’s corner. But it was pointless—having already been filled multiple times by others, handling Carter’s lust was nothing.
Carter lightly brushed away Eugenie’s hands clawing at his chest. He had no patience to listen to a woman crying that she wasn’t good enough for him.
He glared irritably over his left shoulder.
“Eugenie’s hand is empty.”
One of her hands was still held by Cassius Lysander. Shouldn’t she at least have something in the other?
Alfred Wilberforce frowned, but even he looked too excited to hold out much longer.
“Huff… Eugenie, hold tight.”
The bravado of pretending to be a good neighborly brother vanished in desire. Alfred grabbed her helplessly flailing hand and filled it with himself.
“Ugh.”
Her warm, soft palm wrapped around the shaft and Alfred rubbed it roughly up and down. Already slick from her fluids, his shaft reeked of lust and swelled nicely.
Having her own hand used for pleasure made Eugenie blush even deeper.
“Brother, ah, Carter, ah!”
Just as Eugenie tried to scold Alfred, Carter thrust deeper inside and poked her c**t cruelly with his fingers.
“Ah…!”
“I don’t know who you’re calling, but just touching it makes you wet.”
Carter scolded her harshly. It wasn’t entirely untrue—any movement from him or the man behind her made her more aroused.
Trying to deny it, Eugenie’s red lips parted just as the last man pressed himself against her.
“Suck it, Norton.”
“Ugh, Napier…”
Losing her reason, Eugenie obediently stuck out her tongue, the dark pink flesh licking up the veiny shaft from bottom to top.
Her small mouth couldn’t take much, so she just flicked the side of the tip like sucking candy.
At that moment, Carter gasped at the heat tightening his waist as if melting it away.
“Haah, you really do respond to being f****d while sucking.”
“Hut, ugh. Mm!”
“Or is it better when you suck while being f****d?”
As Carter thrust deeper and crushed her c**t, Eugenie trembled all over. Wanting to escape the harsh pleasure, her hips bounced up and down repeatedly.
But this time, surrounded and restrained by her ‘husbands’ on all sides, only pitiful moans escaped.
“Huff…! Hut, mm!”
To hide a tree, hide it in the forest.
To keep her from favoring any one of them, don’t let her be with just one.
Carter’s eyes gleamed darkly as he savored her tightening inner walls.
“Troys. If you’re horny again, get moving.”
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