For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 21
Eugenie’s body, which had been languid and relaxed, stiffened up in an instant.
“Try not to tense up. Just relax…”
“Hng… ah!”
She had already climaxed once, and there hadn’t been time for her to dry. Yet, the sensation of Alfred’s manhood pushing its way inside was entirely different from being devoured by his tongue earlier.
“Brother, ah… ugh!”
She could feel every inch of the massive intrusion as it stretched and pressed against her tight inner walls. Her mind, which had been hazy, was suddenly jolted awake by the sharp pain.
Even when Alfred slowly pulled back and gently pushed in again, her still-constricted entrance struggled to adjust, barely able to accommodate him.
“Eugenie, relax…”
“I-I can’t… ahh!”
“Hah, you’re still too tight.”
Just as Eugenie’s eyes welled up with tears from the discomfort, Alfred’s grip on her hips tightened. She thought he might pull out, but instead—
“…Ugh!”
The thick intrusion stubbornly pushed deeper. As she felt it stick to her inner walls, her hips burned with a dull heat. The sharp pain from earlier was fading, becoming more bearable.
“Ah… ngh…”
Maybe there was even a slight tickling sensation now.
Each time Alfred’s s***t scraped against her, it sent strange ripples of heat through her, making her cheeks flush.
‘Is this what s-x is supposed to feel like?’
She wondered absentmindedly, catching her breath. She had always heard it would hurt at first, but was it possible to get used to it so quickly?
‘Well, if it doesn’t hurt, I guess that’s something to be thankful for.’
But just then, Alfred leaned close and whispered into her ear in a low voice.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Hnng… it’s n-nothing, really… ah.”
His deep voice sent a shiver down her spine as he pressed his body closer, his thick manhood pushing further into her.
“Oh, so you already have the luxury of thinking about something else.”
Alfred ran a hand through his hair, smiling. Though his smile was still playful, the way his muscular, bronzed body loomed over her made it feel slightly menacing.
“You’re quick, Eugenie.”
It didn’t help that his slow, deliberate licking of his lower lip only added to the intensity.
“Well, then, mind if I start doing it properly?”
The words ‘doing it properly’ made Eugenie furrow her brow. So what he was doing now, slowly circling his hips and teasing her insides, wasn’t ‘doing it properly’?
“What do you mean by that—ah!”
However, there was no time to ask Alfred what he meant. His previously relaxed thrusts had suddenly become shorter and more intense.
Up until now, Alfred had clearly been holding back the strength in his solid waist. Otherwise, the pleasure hitting her wouldn’t have intensified so sharply with just a slight increase in pressure.
The wet, slick lining clung to him eagerly, responding to his every move. Deep within her core, a dull heat resonated, causing Eugenie to gasp for air.
The stimulation came relentlessly, leaving her no room to recover. Even though she twisted her body in an attempt to regain control, Alfred’s grip on her hips was far too strong.
“Ah, nnngh, ah…! Aah!”
Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, and each collision of their hips echoed with wet sounds. The scorching friction wasn’t just felt internally—it seemed to ripple all the way to her fingertips, giving her the surreal impression that the sensation was spreading throughout her body.
Tears had begun to gather in Eugenie’s eyes, though it wasn’t from pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure heating the area just below them. She was astonished that such sensations existed within her.
Alfred’s soft laugh reached her ears, and suddenly her upper body was lifted in a swift motion.
“Hah…!”
With ease, Alfred pulled her up and hugged her, positioning her to sit astride his muscular thighs, their chests pressed tightly together. The way her e***t n–ples brushed against his chest sent shivers down her spine, as though a current was running through her entire body.
But this sensation was nothing compared to the commanding force surging upward from below.
“Ahh, nnngh…! Aah!”
“Eugenie…”
“Wait, nnngh…!”
Though Alfred barely moved his hips, Eugenie felt breathless. Lying down had been one thing, but the change in position had altered the entire experience.
“Ah, ahh…!”
The thick s***t ruthlessly scraped against her most sensitive spots, pressing in relentlessly. The walls inside her grew feverish, and her body, unable to contain itself, released a slick liquid in response.
Squelch, Squelch…., sticky sounds filled the room each time Alfred withdrew slightly before driving back in. Her fluids had not only coated the hair down below but also formed a sticky froth where they were joined.
