For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 23
Alfred was relentless, like a soldier facing an important battle. He changed the angle of his thrusts, sometimes scraping her insides, then lifting Eugenie’s legs over his shoulders, bending her body nearly in half to penetrate even deeper.
Thrust! Thrust!
His thick s***t plunged into the sensitive, flushed walls of her core, and every time he pulled out, droplets of her fluids splattered onto the bed sheets.
“Ah, ahhh, it’s too… ahh!”
Eugenie wanted to cry out that it was too intense, too much, but each new wave of stimulation left her breathless. The loud, raw sound of their flesh slapping together was accompanied by Alfred roughly grinding his pelvis against her cl–oris.
“Nngh… ahhh, nnngh!”
She could no longer swallow her saliva properly, her breath coming out in strained, nasal moans. It felt, though she knew it was an illusion, as if she could vividly sense every inch of his s***t— the smooth head, the thick, swollen length, and the pulsing veins that ran along it.
Every time the sensitive lining of her walls brushed against him, jolts of pleasure caused her body to writhe involuntarily. She couldn’t help but wonder if his mark would remain imprinted deep inside her.
But as the pressure on her cl–oris and the sensitive spots within her built up, Eugenie clutched at Alfred’s shoulders, crying out in desperation.
“Brother, this… ah, stop, ahhh!”
“Why? Does it feel bad?”
“No, it’s… it feels strange… please, wait, ahhh!”
The overwhelming pleasure building inside her began to shift, giving her the sensation that she might lose control and wet herself. A wave of panic rose as sweat beaded on her forehead—if this continued, she feared she might embarrass herself on Alfred’s abs.
“Wait, pull out! I’m going to…!”
But Alfred ignored her pleas, continuing his rough, relentless thrusts. Even as she cried out his name in desperation, it seemed like he didn’t hear her. His hands moved from her hips to roughly grope her bouncing b*****s, and his thick thumb pressed down hard on her n–ple.
“Ahh! Ahh…!”
The sharp stimulation caused her body to convulse, her back arching involuntarily in spasms. At the same moment, tears rolled down her flushed cheeks, and a thin stream of liquid escaped from where she was tightly wrapped around him.
As Eugenie saw the droplets forming on Alfred’s chiseled abs, she quickly covered her face. She was too embarrassed, overwhelmed with shame, a feeling that was incredibly rare in her life.
“Why are you covering your face, Eugenie?”
“S-stop, don’t look, Brother…”
“Why not?”
Alfred chuckled with satisfaction, nodding his head slightly. His eyes wandered down to their messy union, and he murmured softly, savoring the sight.
“We’re going to be seeing a lot of this from now on.”
“Still… ugh.”
Just as Eugenie was about to say how the embarrassment was driving her crazy, she felt the twitch of his still-deeply-buried s***t. Alfred gently restrained her hands above her head as he whispered, his muscular thighs colliding with her soft, pale hips once more.
“Now, I think… huff, I’m about to c-m.”
“Ah, Brother… Alfred, ahhh!”
“I’ll do it outside, okay? Just relax.”
“Nnngh, ah!”
His heated, swollen length pressed heavily against her insides, quickening its pace as it pounded into her. That unbearable pressure she felt earlier returned, intensifying as her most sensitive spots were once again pushed to their limit.
The room filled with the sound of their ragged breaths and the wet slapping of skin against skin. But soon, Eugenie’s body trembled beneath Alfred, and then she froze.
“Ah!”
A different kind of climax surged from her toes upward, far more intense than the earlier, shameful release. The pleasure overwhelmed her senses, drowning her in a sea of stimulation so deep that she couldn’t think anymore.
Her body clenched around him, though there was nothing left to release, her inner muscles contracting rapidly around his s***t.
“Ah, ahhh… ahh…”
With a final gasp that seemed to cut off her breath, Eugenie’s head lolled back, her body going limp. Alfred, looking down at her, let out a groan as he, too, reached his limit.
“Haah, Eugenie…”
“Ahhh!”
With a slick sound, his tense, throbbing length withdrew from her tight walls, sticky with their combined fluids. Moments later, a hot, thick stream of white splattered across her body—onto her flat stomach, her heaving b*****s, and even onto the corner of her gasping mouth.
The heavy, musky scent of release filled the room, but Eugenie just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, struggling to catch her breath.
“Haa… haah…”
