For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 22
As Eugenie’s body gradually adjusted to the girth, Alfred’s thrusts became more forceful. Desperately, Eugenie clung to Alfred’s neck, pleading with him.
“Ah, slower, ahhh!”
Her vision kept flickering with bright, white flashes. She wondered if her body might break under the pressure. Wasn’t it dangerous to feel something so deep, like it was reaching all the way down to her throat?
“Ahh, it’s too deep, this is…!”
“No, Eugenie,” Alfred gently denied her words, though his actions were far from gentle. His hips moved with relentless precision, pushing Eugenie further.
He gripped her pale hips tightly with both hands, controlling her body as he ground against her pelvis, savoring her insides. Every time he stimulated her slick walls, Eugenie whimpered, pressing her face against his neck.
“Ah, ahhh, ahhh!”
“You’ve already taken all of me, so what’s too deep?”
His tone, though still affectionate, was beginning to take on a rougher, more dominant edge. He openly caressed her trembling lower belly, which was wrapped tightly around him.
“Even when you were lying down earlier, you took all of it, remember?”
“Nngh… ah, ahh!”
With each word, he emphasized his point by thrusting upwards even harder. The long-dormant sensations deep inside her were now being awakened and mercilessly teased, causing Eugenie’s cries to become sharper and higher-pitched.
“Eugenie, if you relax, I can go even deeper.”
“I can’t, no, ahhh!”
“You took it so well earlier, so why now?”
His gentle words, paired with crude language and melted her resistance.
“But, ahhh, it’s just… ahhh!”
The man she had thought of her whole life as kind and cheerful was now ravaging her like a wild beast in heat, and the contrast was driving her insane. Yet, whenever she tried to block out the stimulation by squeezing her eyes shut, old memories would surface, tearing at her heart even more.
“Eugenie, don’t cry. This isn’t your fault.”
Alfred was ten years old. She was seven.
On the sands owned by the Wilberforce family, a boy with reddish-brown hair had held her tightly with her face streaked with tears and sand and comforted her.
“Listen to me, Eugenie. You might be right about many things, but this… this isn’t your fault.”
“But, brother…”
Eugenie wanted to believe Alfred’s comforting words. Just this once, she hoped that the boy with his awkward smile, was right, and that she—who always acted so smug and clever—was wrong.
Even at seven years old, though, she had understood what she had done.
“If I hadn’t said anything, Mom and Dad wouldn’t have fought.”
“Eugenie…”
“If I hadn’t tattled to Mom about what Dad was doing…”
Then, this family trip to the beach could have been perfect.
If only she had kept her mouth shut.
That day, Alfred had hugged Eugenie with all his strength, refuting her over and over. The sun on the beach was hot, but she hadn’t wanted to leave his embrace.
And even now…
“Ah, ahh!”
As Alfred’s breath grew hotter against her skin, Eugenie began to panic.
They had already discussed contraception when preparing for this marriage. Eugenie didn’t want children yet, as she still had much to study, and besides, she hadn’t built strong enough rapport with her ‘husbands.’ So, she was taking contraceptives, but…
“N-no, not inside, ahhh, ahh!”
Still, the thought of him releasing inside her sent a sudden wave of fear, causing her to squirm.
But Alfred’s arms around her were too strong for her to escape.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered, still teasing her with his hips, as he skillfully kissed her cheek.
“I’ll finish outside, just give me a little more time.”
“Ahh, ahh!”
Each thrust upward with his now swollen flesh caused her slim shoulders to tremble. Her fluids leaked from her overstretched entrance, covering the s***t and base. The sensation inside her belly became even more wild and uncontrollable.
When Alfred finally pulled her down onto the bed, a choked cry escaped her lips.
“Ahh…!”
With the change in position, his tip now pressed roughly against a hidden sensitive spot deep inside her. It was the most intense, twisting sensation she had felt in her lower abdomen so far.
“Do you like it here, Eugenie?”
Even though she hadn’t given much of a reaction, Alfred somehow pinpointed this new pleasure zone.
