My Ex-Husband Always Knew That I Had Cheated on Him
Chapter 144: Let Him Knead Harshly

Chapter 144: Chapter 144: Let Him Knead Harshly

Alexander Johnson acted as if he hadn’t heard anything, his movements continuing without pause.

One of his hands was on Chloe Simpson’s chest, while the other rested on her lower abdomen.

Both hands worked in tandem, the top hand tracing circles over Chloe’s softness, lightly brushing against the little bud, occasionally making deliberate, teasing contact.

But he refused to let Chloe fully experience the force of his touch.

One moment his hand was on the left softness, then the right, and occasionally he’d tease the center, alternating between left and right.

Yet he avoided the most crucial spot, and soon Chloe’s two little buds had fully hardened, becoming stiff and rigid, as if waiting to be touched.

Alexander watched every detail unfold, taking it all in without missing a beat.

After all, Chloe was wearing nothing at all, lying completely uncovered in front of his eyes.

To put it bluntly, even if Chloe’s fine hairs stood on end, Alexander could still see each individual strand with perfect clarity.

As for the hand on her lower abdomen, it was gradually, ambiguously moving downward, inch by inch.

He wasn’t in a rush at all, waiting to see Chloe lose her composure, waiting for her to unravel.

Chloe could feel Alexander’s burning fingertips, and her lower abdomen instinctively tightened.

She felt the discomfort below far exceeded the sensation above.

Her mind seemed to rebel against her will, anticipating Alexander’s hand inching further down, down, and further down.

But Alexander’s movements were agonizingly deliberate, not only slow but circling around in place.

His bottom hand mimicked the top one, drawing endless circles.

The circles drawn by his lower hand, however, were tighter, softer, slower, and covered a wider area.

He started by circling her lower abdomen, only moving slightly downward when he noticed Chloe trembling, arriving at her forest.

Yet, even upon reaching the forest, he didn’t go further down but instead moved left, toward the seam of her left thigh.

At this point, Chloe was genuinely on the verge of losing her mind.

She couldn’t endure this light and floating teasing any longer.

The moment Alexander’s hand grazed her forest, she couldn’t help but clench her lower body tightly.

She desperately wanted Alexander to continue downward, but he unexpectedly veered toward the seam of her left thigh.

Once there, his touch remained as light and fleeting as before, almost imperceptibly stroking.

Left, left, right, right, but he never ventured downward.

After what seemed like an eternity, Chloe bit her lip hard, forcing herself to suppress any sound from escaping.

The moment she begged him earlier, the words leaving her mouth, had immediately filled her with regret and shame.

Because her plea had sounded less genuine, more like a struggle between resistance and yearning.

It felt like whole centuries passed before Chloe finally felt Alexander’s hand return to the center of her forest.

Surely this time, she thought, he would finally go downward.

Yet, his hand only lingered briefly in the center of her forest before shifting again, moving toward the seam of her right thigh.

Once at the seam of her right thigh, he acted just as he had on the left side, lightly and ambiguously stroking.

Chloe now felt as though her entire forest was overcome with an unbearable itch.

That area now felt an unmatched, unprecedented itchiness, deep within her core fueling only one singular thought—to have Alexander grasp her firmly and knead her hard.