For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 45
Magnus smiled coldly as he muttered roughly,
“….You’re so cocky.”
“Cocky? I—agh!”
Eugenie was actually anxiously studying Magnus’s face, genuinely worried that he might be angry from the provocation.
But suddenly, Magnus slipped his hand through the gap in her bloomers and pinched her cl–oris hard enough to cause her back to arch sharply.
“Ugh!”
“Look at that. When did you get this wet, Norton?”
“Ah, it hurts, ahh!”
“What hurts?”
As Eugenie had feared, her lower regions were already sticky with moisture. Even as she desperately squeezed, trying to exert control, it was all in vain.
When Magnus relaxed and began to swirl his fingers, she felt as if cold sweat was streaming down her body.
Behind her was the sturdy table supporting her weight, but the mere brushing of his fingers sent her spiraling into dizzying depths.
‘No, I can’t respond like this already…’
The study was far too bright, and this wasn’t the bedroom; they were both still in casual clothing. She wanted to respond only in a darker setting when they could really indulge in each other.
However, with his fingers teasing her as if to leave fingerprints, her waist was on the verge of snapping. She was trying not to let out a whine mixed with frustration, feeling like she might burst from the strain.
“Hnng.”
“It doesn’t seem like you should be getting cocky while getting wet from kisses.”
“No, this is—wait…! Ah!”
Then, along with a creaking sound, Eugenie’s eyes widened.
What could hardly be called a finger was trying to force its way inside her.
She quickly arched her back and gasped,
“Ugh!”
He was starting the insertion while still fully dressed. Her previous two experiences had all been on the bed, so she hadn’t expected anything like this to happen in such a bright study. It felt like they were already a wild newlywed couple who had skipped their first night.
That thought made her feet that were trapped in her high heels, instinctively curl.
“Mmm, ugh…”
This was absurd. How could she be thinking of Magnus in such a newlywed context?
But each time the long, thick heat penetrated deeper inside, it felt like she was an animal pierced by a harpoon. The very tip of his member was barely pushing inside, yet her mouth began to fill with saliva as if she had bitten into a lemon.
The overwhelming pleasure coursing through her was almost enough to send her over the edge. Just the sensation of Magnus entering her made her feel dizzy with delight, threatening to cloud her mind completely.
“Hnng, ah, ugh!”
“Hah…”
As Magnus gripped Eugenie’s waist tightly, he too let out a moan. His straight nose and graceful brow twisted with the heat of his desire.
Deliberately wanting to tease her, he moved slowly inside her, but Eugenie’s lower regions clutched him desperately. The sticky warmth of her inner walls was clinging to him, eagerly contracting as he filled her.
But more than the suffocating pleasure rising from their connection, what stirred Magnus even more was Eugenie’s expression.
“Hah… ugh, mmm.”
He wanted her to lose herself in ecstasy, to cry out his name, to beg him not to break her as he filled her to the brim. Yet, despite her attempts to suppress her moans, her thin waist kept twitching, rendering her efforts futile.
Magnus licked his lower lip, intoxicated with excitement. The desire bubbling within him felt wild and raw, different from his usual composed appearance.
He imagined Eugenie Norton calling out his name in desperation, begging him to fill her completely. Sure, it might take a little longer for her to lose her mind, but he was determined to see who would win this time.
‘Alright. Let’s see who comes out on top.’
Just like old times.
Magnus pushed down the heat consuming his waist and slowly began to drag the tip along her inner walls, only to withdraw at a leisurely pace.
Each time he pulled out, her walls clung to him tightly. The top half of her body might be desperately stifling her cries, but the bottom half was far more honest.
Finally, Eugenie couldn’t take it anymore and shot him a glare, her frustration boiling over.
“You… what are you doing?”
“Being a gentleman.”
“Ugh, how is this in any way gentlemanly?”
“I have no interest in f–king my wife who doesn’t want me.”
Eugenie clenched the table, ready to scratch it to pieces, grinding her teeth in frustration.
Who praised this bastard for having excellent taste? By his actions, he was just showing himself to be seriously lacking in taste!
‘Ah, but I can’t stand it.’
Maybe it was because of her first night with Percival, but her sensitivity was already at its peak. The unbearable craving was heating her skin to a flush.
She had enjoyed Alfred’s thick member and the sensation of being scratched by Percival’s protrusions, but right now, this damned rival’s member felt too…
‘Delicious…’
