For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 166

When Carter’s familiar girth, to which she’d only just grown accustomed, started filling her from a new angle, it sent a fresh wave of sensation through her body. Just when Eugenie thought she could handle the pleasure, it was as if invisible feathers were grazing her skin, making her toes curl and lock up.

“I—I’m going to break, I can’t…!”

“Really? Then please, break for me.”

At some point, they’d shifted so that they were facing each other. Carter lifted her legs over his shoulders and drove down into her heavily.

“Ahhh—!”

“That way, I’m the only one who has you.”

“Ah! Ah, aaah!”

Carter’s face twisted in pain as he pressed into her chest.

Sometimes, he found himself resenting Eugenie. Sometimes, he couldn’t stand how trapped he still was in the childish past.

But he had to admit now—he simply couldn’t treat this woman as just a “means to an end.”

He couldn’t stand the thought of other men anymore. He wanted to consume her, make her his, no matter what it took, no matter what she became.

Because, no matter what happened, he knew he would love her regardless.

Meanwhile, the friction was so intense, so relentless, Eugenie felt like she might go deaf from the noise of their bodies slamming together. Her throat was getting hoarse, her moans breaking up as her voice gave out.

‘How many times has it even been by now…’

Every time his shaft slipped out and then plunged back in, she could feel their combined fluids running down the curve of her butt. She should have told him to stop, but the jolts of pleasure—like being shocked by electricity—had left her tongue numb.

Even when she dug her nails into Carter’s forearms, he just kept rutting into her like a beast in heat.

“Nnnh…!”

Eventually, the next overwhelming climax arched her back again. Her calves, hooked over his strong shoulders, kicked as if she were drowning. And just as she was about to lose herself completely to the sensation—

A vibration, someone approaching, traveled through the floor where their bodies writhed together. The rhythmic thud, thud of a cane striking the ground echoed closer.

Before long, from behind the door to Carter’s room, a voice called out with suspicion.

“Norton? Are you in there?”

Napier was outside.

Eugenie’s eyes went wide with shock and panic.

‘Th—the time—’

She had told Napier to come, but how much time had passed while she’d been lost in pleasure? Dizzy and overwhelmed, she clamped a hand over her mouth, desperate not to make a sound.

Carter looked down at her writhing beneath him and, perhaps out of spite, deliberately pressed in deeper, making her feel every inch of him. With her most sensitive spot so forcefully stimulated, Eugenie couldn’t help but buck her hips, nearly sobbing with the intensity.

Carter leaned down and nipped her ear, whispering:

“…Does it bother you?”

“Nh…!”

“Strange, isn’t it? I’m your husband, too.”

“Mmm! Nnh…!”

“Haven’t you already shown him everything there is to see? So why—”

Carter bit his lip, holding back the words he wanted to say. Why do you always seem to treat him as someone special? Do you really love that bastard?

The moment that thought hit him, Carter’s heart felt like it had been pierced with an icy blade. It hurt worse than watching Eugenie run away from him, back when they were seventeen.

“Livingston, open up! Right now!”

On the other side, Napier shook the doorknob like he’d tear it off its hinges.

In response, Carter only gripped Eugenie’s thighs harder and pounded into her more brutally, locking her hands above her head.

No matter how much she tried to suppress her cries, the force of his thrusts forced high, keening moans out of her. But he didn’t keep it up long. Eugenie, lost to the relentless pleasure, reached her peak again in no time.

Her inner walls squeezed Carter’s shaft mercilessly as he climaxed, too.

“Haa…”

He kept his still-hard c**k plugged deep inside her, refusing to pull out.

Half-unconscious, Eugenie stared into space, eyes unfocused. Even when he finally withdrew from her, she could do nothing but let out a weak, exhausted moan.

After lightly tidying her disheveled clothes as she lay on the floor, Carter got up to face the man pounding at the door with a fury.