CHAPTER 198: CHAPTER 198: ALEXANDER JOHNSON, IS IT OKAY IF I DIE ON YOU?

Chloe Simpson was already consumed by an uncontrollable fire of desire; she felt as if every vein in her body was about to explode.

The moment she touched Alexander Johnson, she completely lost control.

She pressed her lips to his of her own accord, wrapping her arms around Alexander and starting things off herself.

"Alexander Johnson, I can’t take it, I really can’t stand it anymore. Will you give it to me?"

As she spoke, her hands reached for Alexander’s belt, straddling him, her hips twisting restlessly.

Alexander had never seen Chloe so forward before; he got hard in an instant.

Even though he hadn’t taken any drugs, hadn’t touched any alcohol, this time he couldn’t control himself either.

But after the scene with Chloe, his breath was still a little uneven.

"Who was it that said we’re over for good, that there’d never be anything between us again?"

Even so, he forcefully grabbed Chloe’s hands, stopping her from going any further.

"Me! Alexander, I was wrong, I’ll never say anything like that again, okay? Alexander, I really can’t take it anymore. Please—give it to me!"

Chloe admitted her mistake without thinking, but no matter how much she fumbled, she still couldn’t get the belt undone, so she just gave up and pulled down Alexander’s zipper, slipping her hand inside.

"You! Chloe, fine—remember, you brought this on yourself! Don’t blame me for what’s coming!"

Alexander truly hadn’t expected Chloe to be this urgent, this bold.

Her soft, boneless little hand rubbed him through the thin fabric, then slid in, and the sensation was more intense than anything he’d ever felt.

He didn’t bother taking off his pants. He slid his arm beneath Chloe’s armpits, lifted her up, and stripped away the last barrier between them, letting her sink down onto him in one swift motion.

"Ah!"

Chloe’s whole body trembled, arching back, chest thrust forward, mouth falling open in a deep moan that she couldn’t restrain.

With that, she was filled to the hilt, pleasure crashing through her like a tidal wave.

Under the effects of Flibanserin, Chloe’s responses were wildly intense, and the pleasure she gave Alexander in return was like nothing he’d ever experienced.

She gathered every scrap of strength from her whole body into her abdomen, squeezing him tightly inside her.

This kind of tightness was beyond what she could have achieved on her own, under normal circumstances.

With the drug’s influence, the force she summoned was something she’d never used before; she simply couldn’t stop herself.

"Alexander, it feels so good, so fucking good! I’ve never felt this amazing, I’ve never been this satisfied. I want it so, so much—more than anything!"

She squeezed around him as she rode him, her hips pumping up and down on his thick cock.

"Just like that! Chloe, tonight I’ll satisfy you—completely. Every single bit of you!"

Alexander, high himself, reached around and started rubbing Chloe from behind again.

"Ah! Oh! Mmm!"

Chloe was so overwhelmed by pleasure that she was on the verge of climax the entire time, never coming down.

It was as if someone had opened a floodgate—her wetness just kept pouring out.

Soon Alexander’s shirt, his body, his pants were covered with the sticky evidence of Chloe’s release.

And still, it wasn’t enough!

Chloe still hadn’t fully unleashed everything building inside her; the flames hadn’t burned out yet.

She reached to touch herself, but after a few helpless movements, she grabbed Alexander’s hand, guiding it between her thighs.

The moment Alexander’s hand touched her there, Chloe completely lost it, bucking uncontrollably under his touch.

"Alexander, let me die on you tonight, okay? Fuck me to death, will you?"