Share

Thick Curves & Forbidden Heat (4)

Author: Flimxy vic
last update publish date: 2026-09-16 16:57:31

Chapter 4: Blood & Body Heat

The door swung open another inch.

Kane moved like smoke—silent, fast, lethal. He slammed the door shut on the intruder’s arm, heard the sharp crack of bone, then wrenched it open and dragged the man inside. A second later the pistol was pressed hard under the stranger’s jaw.

“How many?” Kane’s voice was pure ice.

The man—mid-thirties, black tactical gear, blood already running from a split lip—spat. “Just me for now. More coming.”

Kane’s eyes flicked to Lila, s
Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App
Locked Chapter

Latest chapter

  • Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet   Salt on Her Soft Curves (1)

    Chapter 1: High Tide & Heavy BreathingTessa Lang stepped off the bus with a duffel bag, a broken heart, and hips that had never once apologized for the space they took up.The coastal town of Grayhaven smelled like salt, diesel, and fried clams. Seagulls screamed overhead. The wind off the water slapped her dark hair across her face and pressed her soft cotton dress tight against every curve—heavy breasts, soft stomach, thick thighs that brushed with every step. Size 20 and proud of it. She had spent the last two years in the city shrinking herself for a man who still left. She was done shrinking.The marina bar sat at the end of the weathered boardwalk, blue paint peeling, neon sign flickering The Salted Hook. Tessa pushed inside. The place was half-empty in the late afternoon—locals nursing beers, the low thump of an old jukebox, the scent of beer and ocean. Behind the bar stood a man who looked like he had been carved out of the sea itself.Tall. Broad. Black T-shirt stretched acr

  • Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet   Thick Curves & Forbidden Heat (5)

    Chapter 5: Thick Curves & Final Heat The cabin sat at the end of a long gravel road, half-hidden by dense pines. No neighbors. No streetlights. Just the low growl of the sedan’s engine and the distant call of night birds as Kane killed the headlights and rolled to a stop. Lila’s legs felt unsteady when she climbed out. Three hours of tension, stolen glances, and the lingering ache of him between her thighs had left her raw and restless. Kane scanned the tree line once, then unlocked the cabin with a key from the duffel. Inside it smelled of cedar, dust, and old woodsmoke. One main room, a loft bedroom, a small kitchen, and a bathroom with a claw-foot tub big enough for two. The second the door locked behind them, Kane dropped the bag and turned on her. He didn’t speak. He just backed her against the rough wooden wall, shoved the hoodie and dress up and off in one motion, and dropped to his knees. His hands gripped the soft flesh of her thick thighs and spread them. Then his mouth

  • Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet   Thick Curves & Forbidden Heat (4)

    Chapter 4: Blood & Body Heat The door swung open another inch. Kane moved like smoke—silent, fast, lethal. He slammed the door shut on the intruder’s arm, heard the sharp crack of bone, then wrenched it open and dragged the man inside. A second later the pistol was pressed hard under the stranger’s jaw. “How many?” Kane’s voice was pure ice. The man—mid-thirties, black tactical gear, blood already running from a split lip—spat. “Just me for now. More coming.” Kane’s eyes flicked to Lila, still naked and pressed into the shadowed corner. Something dark and protective flashed across his face. He slammed the butt of the pistol into the man’s temple. The body dropped like a sack of wet cement. “Clothes. Now,” Kane ordered, already stripping the unconscious man of a second pistol and a set of zip ties. He bound the man’s wrists and ankles with brutal efficiency, then dragged him into the bathroom and shut the door. Lila’s hands shook as she yanked on her dress and the oversized hood

  • Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet   Thick Curves & Forbidden Heat (3)

    Chapter 3: Claimed in the DarkThe message lit Kane’s phone like a gunshot in the quiet loft.We found you.Lila felt his entire body go rigid beneath her. One second he was warm and sated, fingers lazily tracing the soft curve of her hip. The next he was sitting up, eyes hard, scanning the windows.“Kane—”“Stay low.” His voice was pure command. He rolled off the bed in one fluid motion, naked, and crossed to the window in two strides. He stayed to the side, peering through a gap in the blinds. Lila sat up, sheet clutched to her heavy breasts, heart slamming against her ribs.“What do you see?”“Black SUV across the street. Two men. One just got out.” Kane’s jaw flexed. “Fuck.”He grabbed his jeans from the floor and yanked them on without underwear. Then he crossed back to the bed, cupped her face with both hands, and kissed her hard—deep, almost desperate.“Get dressed. Fast. We’re leaving.”Lila didn’t argue. She pulled on her discarded dress and panties with shaking hands while K

  • Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet   Thick Curves & Forbidden Heat(2)

    Chapter 2: Morning Heat & Dirty SecretsLila woke to the feeling of a hard cock pressed against the soft curve of her ass and a rough hand already cupping one heavy breast.Sunlight cut through the loft windows in thick gold bars. Kane’s chest was warm against her back, his breath slow and heavy against the nape of her neck. His thumb brushed over her nipple in lazy circles until it tightened into a stiff peak. She arched into the touch without opening her eyes, a soft, sleepy sound slipping from her throat.“Morning,” he murmured, voice gravel-rough with sleep. His hips rolled once, dragging the thick length of his cock along the cleft of her ass. “You’re still here.”“I said I would be.” Lila pushed back against him, feeling him twitch. “You’re hard already.”“Been hard for an hour.” His hand left her breast, slid down the soft plane of her stomach, and pushed between her thick thighs. Two fingers found her already slick. He groaned low. “And you’re wet. Fucking perfect.”He didn’t

  • Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet   Thick Curves & Forbidden Heat (1)

    Chapter 1: The Taste of TroubleThe first time Lila Morales saw him, she was elbow-deep in buttercream and already late.The kitchen of Sweet Curves Bakery smelled like vanilla, browned butter, and the last of the morning’s cinnamon rolls. Lila’s apron was dusted with flour, her thick thighs pressed against the stainless-steel counter as she piped delicate swirls onto a tray of red-velvet cupcakes. Her soft stomach brushed the edge of the counter with every breath. She didn’t suck it in. She never did. Not anymore.At thirty-two, Lila had stopped apologizing for the space she took up. Size 22 hips, heavy breasts that spilled over every bra she owned, and an ass that made jeans a negotiation. She wore her curves the way some women wore diamonds—unapologetic, loud, and impossible to ignore.The bell over the front door chimed.She wiped her hands on a towel and pushed through the swinging door into the café. The morning rush had thinned to a few regulars nursing coffee and the soft hum

  • Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet   Way 1: Her Stepson's Temptation(2)

    Way 1: Her Stepson's Temptation Chapter 2: Crossing the Line His fingers slid deeper without waiting for permission I could no longer give. Two thick digits pushed into my soaked pussy, stretching me open with a wet, obscene sound that filled the quiet living room. I gasped sharply, my back archi

  • Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet   Way 1: Her Stepson's Temptation

    Way 1: Her Stepson's Temptation I never meant for any of this to happen. Or maybe I did. Maybe I had been lying to myself for months, pretending that the way my body reacted around him was nothing more than a lonely woman's imagination running wild. My name is Elena, thirty-eight years old, marrie

  • Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet   Way 2: My Husband's Younger Brother(1)

    Way 2: My Husband's Younger Brother I married the safe brother. Everyone said it. Jake was stable, successful, and boring in bed. His younger brother, Liam, was the opposite—wild, reckless, and built like a goddamn temptation sent straight from hell. I told myself I was immune to him. I lied every

  • Dripping Forbidden: 100 Ways to Make Yourself Wet   Way 1: Her Stepson's Temptation(4)

    Chapter 4: Filled With Sin Richard’s footsteps grew louder on the porch. The jingle of his keys sounded like a death sentence. And yet Marcus kept me pinned on his cock, thick and throbbing deep inside my married pussy, refusing to let me climb off. My heart pounded so violently I felt dizzy. Pan

More Chapters
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status