For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 159

“Carter!”

Eugenie cried out in shock as the fabric tore. Was it really that easy for clothes to just rip like that?

But it wasn’t just her outerwear that Carter was removing. As he tugged her underwear up over her collarbones, her bare chest bounced slowly with the movement. Even to her, the sight was mortifying.

“Carter, you don’t have to— Hngh!”

A large hand pinched and twisted her n*****s without mercy. It felt more like punishment than pleasure—pain shot through her before anything else. He pressed down on each peak with different pressure, even digging in with his short fingernails to the stiff, sensitive tips.

“You’re crazy, stop it—ah, ahh!”

But the moment his mouth closed over her b****t, the sensation shot down her spine. If the rough handling was meant as payback, the way his tongue swirled over her skin was almost dizzyingly gentle.

She tried to push him away, hands on his shoulders, but the more she struggled, the more relentless he became, latching onto her b*****s as if he’d never let go.

When her back finally gave out under the stimulation, Carter caught and supported her firmly. Her body seemed to mold itself to the shape of his palm.

“Uuungh…”

“Tsk.”

“Ahh!”

Only after he’d sucked and bit at her n*****s until they were swollen did Carter seem even remotely satisfied.

But he didn’t stop there. He dragged the point of his tongue down, tracing lightly between her b*****s and along her stomach. With each kiss he pressed near her navel, she let out little gasps she couldn’t stifle.

The thighs he held were trembling with growing urgency. He’d seen her squeezing her knees together since she sat beside him—no surprise she was reacting now.

While Eugenie tried to hold back her cries, Carter easily spread her legs, exposing her underwear and everything beneath the loose skirt.

Whenever she shifted her hips, the thin white fabric clung to her making faint, lewd sounds.

“Hnn, uhh…”

“You got wet while you were healing me? Used up your mana, is that it?”

Carter licked his lower lip. His eyes were glacial blue, but as he looked down at her, something wicked sparked behind them.

“Then use me. How else do you plan on dealing with it?”

“I-I’m… ah, ahh!”

“What if you collapse on the way back to your room?”

He pushed her soaked underwear aside and ran his fingers up her slit. When he stroked upward, the little nub that had been hidden between the lips suddenly popped out, swollen and sensitive.

“Hah, mm, st-stop—!”

“You’re already wet, why hesitate?”

With slick fingers, Carter caught her c**t between his index and middle finger and rubbed slowly. That little bundle of nerves was already on edge, and as the pace increased, her protests faded into helpless whimpers.

Her inner thighs were soon sticky with moisture. The familiar but insufficient pleasure made her body crave more pleasure.

“Aaah, hng, huh!”

All she could think of was taking in everything Carter had to offer—if only to replenish the mana she’d just spent.

Before she knew it, his fingers were inside her, pressing against the walls of her core. The thick digits teased and stroked, drawing out wave after wave of pleasure. Every time he grazed a sensitive spot, the liquid pooled inside her spilled out, leaving her trembling even more.

“Carter, I—can’t—!”

A deeper, more electric pleasure shot up her spine.

His palm pressed carelessly against the top of her mound, and no matter how hard she tried to control herself, her thighs shook uncontrollably. His fingers tormented her entrance, and her flushed c**t was ground against his smooth, firm palm.

“Ah, ah, ahhh!”

Her legs stretched out, toes curling, as she teetered right at the edge. Her mind went blank as her climax built up rapidly.

“Hng, uhnn!”

She bit her lip and arched her back as the urge to let go overtook her.