For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 57
Luckily, the door had been locked when they entered.
If it hadn’t been, that door would have already swung wide open by now. Despite this, Eugenie froze on the altar, staring at the door with wide eyes. Why did the person outside keep trying to open it, even after a few attempts?
“Huh? Why’s it locked?”
A flustered male voice murmured, faintly echoing through the room. Hearing this, Carter leaned close to Eugenie’s ear and whispered, “It’s just a novice priest.”
“But it’s not even a prayer day. Why…?”
“He probably left something behind.”
Carter replied with a slight smile, glancing at the cabinet where ceremonial items were stored.
Maybe the trainee had forgotten to clean up or left a personal item there by mistake. That’s the sort of error a novice would make.
But unaware of Carter’s calm demeanor, Eugenie struggled beneath him. Though the intense sensations clouded her mind, she had no intention of putting on such a display in front of someone other than her five husbands.
“Carter, ah, we should st—”
Eugenie started to whisper, but her voice caught in her throat as she tried to sit up. The doorknob rattled persistently from the outside, yet Carter paid no mind, stroking his pillar with a steady hand.
It was almost surreal, flushed red and remarkably thick from base to tip—something that hardly seemed fitting for a priest. Eugenie’s stomach tightened with an inexplicable tension as she saw how the shape curved slightly toward the tip, imagining how it would feel.
“Oh…”
She felt sorry for her friend but the moment she saw the huge p***s, she made a ridiculous comparison to a stallion. The size—it reminded her of those infamous riding classes at the academy…
‘Speaking of stallions.’
The errant thought vanished in an instant as Carter pressed his tip against the entrance of her still-throbbing opening. Just as she felt the thick, firm tip begin to push in, Eugenie quickly grabbed Carter’s arm.
‘Are you crazy? What’s gotten into you?’
He seemed to understand her silent message perfectly, yet only met her eyes with a gentle smile. Just as a shiver ran up her spine, that powerful length began to press inside without further delay.
“Ugh!”
Even with just the tip entering, a shockingly intense pleasure coursed through her. It took every ounce of willpower to hold onto what little remained of her sanity.
If not, she would have let out a moan loud enough for anyone outside to hear. Even with her mouth covered, Eugenie couldn’t suppress the intense sensations as Carter pushed himself deep inside her, stretching her fully.
“Mm… ah!”
If he had just driven in all at once, the rush of pleasure would have passed quickly. But, whether he knew it or not, Carter was taking his time, moving halfway in, his slow movements grazing the sensitive folds inside her.
Before she could adjust to the sensation of his size, he would pull back slightly, leaving only traces of pleasure, then press in a bit further each time, teasing her relentlessly.
“Ugh…!”
Overwhelmed by the unbearable tingling, Eugenie lost herself, her hips arching upward. Each time he withdrew, her thighs trembled with a faint sense of release, and she felt her insides clench involuntarily. The pleasure overtook her, making her forget anyone could be nearby.
Finally, with a strong thrust, Carter buried himself fully, and a rush of heated fluid spilled out as they connected completely. The intense waves of pleasure made Eugenie’s vision blur as she gasped and leaned back.
“….Is someone in there?”
The voice from outside confirmed that someone knew they were in the room, yet Eugenie was so lost in pleasure, the only response was to wrap her legs around her childhood friend’s waist, looking up at him with hazy eyes.
Carter, slightly more composed, had a bead of sweat trailing down his jawline, but he still held his senses better than she did.
“Ha.”
He gave a satisfied smile and placed two fingers into Eugenie’s mouth, which she eagerly took in, sucking with the same fervor as she had received him below. The feel of her tongue against his fingers and her unrestrained expression drove him to the brink.
As he listened to the sounds from outside, the tightening pressure around him made him exhale slowly with pleasure.
“Ah, Eugenie…”
If he had any more exhibitionistic tendencies, he would have wanted others to see this scene of him and Eugenie Norton—Eugenie’s pleasure-stricken face, losing herself in his thrust and reaching her climax.
Though, at the very least, he was tempted to show this side of her to the other four husbands.
“Wallace. It’s me, Carter.”
