For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 165

Her knees, pressed into the floor, were scraped raw from the relentless weight pounding in from behind. If she managed to stand up later, she’d probably find her legs mottled with bruises.

“Ha, ah, mm…!”

But for Eugenie, that pain just felt like a distant ache. The thick, burning shaft kept tormenting her oversensitized insides, the raw friction overwhelming her until her vision blurred with tears.

With both arms pinned behind her, pulled taut like reins, her b*****s swung painfully back and forth, already covered in vivid bite marks from his greedy mouth.

“Ah, ah—!”

“Stop clenching, Eugenie.”

Carter’s voice from behind was thick with lust, dark and low. What started on the bed had spilled to the floor after Eugenie lost her balance, leaving her kneeling as he f****d her from behind. She looked like a woman gone mad, desperate for something she could never have.

Her thighs kept twitching beneath the skirt that had ridden up to her waist, flesh shuddering every time he plunged inside. As he thrusted, the place where they were joined grew slick and glistening, as if coated in spit.

As Carter kept moving with a rutting pace, he bent forward to enfold her body, making her sob even more desperately.

“Ah…”

“Feels good when I go all the way in, doesn’t it?”

His c**k filled her so deep she felt her nerves sparking like fireworks, her entire core lit up white-hot from within. Carter kept her pinned, barely pulling out at all before slamming back in with rough, short thrusts.

The tip of his c**k slammed in, the lewd slap of flesh echoed through the room, and Eugenie was left gasping. The intense pleasure spinning her until she felt like she might faint from sweetness alone.

She arched her back, trembling uncontrollably from yet another climax, so intense she shook from her scalp to her thighs. A thin, clear stream ran down the front of her legs, pooling around her knees on the floor.

“Ha… uhh…”

“Ha.”

Even Carter, still gripping her arms, exhaled a heat-soaked breath and wrapped an arm lightly around her waist. As he released her, blood rushed back to her tingling limbs, stinging with renewed sensation.

Eugenie stared down at the floor, watching her own saliva drip, drop by drop, onto the boards.

If this kept up, her lower belly would melt away, her hips snap like sugar glass that’s been overheated. The thought made her shiver with a fresh wave of sensation.

She knew it was impossible, but—then again, maybe not.

With Carter’s divine power still crackling in her blood, she could feel traces of that blue energy flaring up inside her every time he touched her skin.

“No… I can’t…”

Her body, instead of retreating, only seemed to tense up, ready for more. Carter’s c**k moved with intent, as if about to leave its mark deep within her. Then, he pressed her c**t between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it like a soft toy, and tears sprang to her eyes.

“Wait—no more—!”

“Really? No more?”

“I… can’t—ah!”

“Eugenie. Don’t lie to me.”

He grabbed her chin and tilted her face up. Across the room, a mirror reflected everything—the woman’s flushed cheeks, her amber eyes glassy with tears and pleasure, her exposed collarbones and skin marked by the man’s claims.

Her trembling p***y kept leaking fluid with every slow stroke, and Carter watched her in the mirror, inspecting her from head to toe.

He remembered the feeling of sinking his fingers into a ripe peach, juice dripping down his hands. That’s what it felt like to drive himself into Eugenie.

“You call that the face of a woman who can’t take any more?”

“Haa, Carter…”

“Didn’t I tell you?”

He stroked her flat belly with affectionate hands, the heat from his touch seeping through her skin.

“I said I’d fill you up completely.”

“Aaah!”

“And you’re nowhere near finished.”

He pressed her all the way down to the floor, still deep inside, then lifted her soft thighs to change the angle—making Eugenie claw helplessly at the floor, crying out.