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A PUNISHMENT
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2026-05-23 03:58:44
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FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION JOB OFFER
“So,” he said flatly, “you took advantage of me while I was drunk?”Lena’s eyes flew wide. “What?”“You heard me.” His voice stayed eerily calm, but something cold flickered beneath it. “I don't remember everything from last night. I wake up here, in your apartment, tasting you in my mouth. What else am I supposed to think?”“No!” She snapped, her voice cracking with a mix of fury and mortification. “It was you. You were the one who went down on me, Tarzan—Mr. Silver. I tried to stop you. I told you it wasn’t right, that you were drunk, but you… you wouldn’t listen. You were insistent. And I—”She broke off, the words dying in her throat as the memory crashed over her in vivid, unwanted detail: his strong hands gripping her thighs, the relentless, skilled press of his tongue.Tarzan stared at her, unblinking, the seconds stretching like hours.Then, almost imperceptibly, his jaw loosened. “…Then I owe you an apology.”Lena dropped her gaze, her cheeks still flushed. “You don't have
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION I NEED YOU
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FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION EXPLAIN
The next morning, Lena stirred from a deep, dreamless sleep as her alarm blared through the quiet room. Her eyelids, heavy with exhaustion, fluttered open. The moment her vision cleared, her breath caught in her throat. Tarzan stood beside her bed, half-naked, wearing nothing but a pair of black briefs that did almost nothing to conceal the impressive, thick outline of his cock curving heavily down the side of his muscular thigh. “Ahh!” Lena gasped, bolting upright and clutching the duvet to her chest. “Good… good morning, Mr. Silver,” she stammered, her face instantly flushing with heat. She forced her gaze upward, refusing to let it drift downward again, though the image had already burned itself into her mind. Tarzan said nothing. His expression was unreadable as he turned and walked out of the bedroom toward the kitchen. Lena’s stomach chose that exact moment to growl loudly, reminding her just how long it had been since she’d last eaten. A delicious, savory aroma wafte
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION I AM SO GONE
Then Lena noticed Tarzan had gone completely still. His head rested heavily against her inner thigh, his warm breath fanning across her soaked core. He had fallen asleep right there—face buried between her legs, one powerful arm slung possessively over her hip like he still owned her even in unconsciousness. "Seriously?" she whispered in disbelief. "He fell asleep right there…?" Her body was still trembling, thighs sticky, core pulsing with the aftershocks of what he’d done to her. She hadn’t even had a bath yet. Every muscle felt deliciously numb, begging for sleep, but she couldn’t possibly drift off with his face still nestled against her most intimate place. What if he woke up like this? Carefully, she eased his heavy head off her thigh and slid out from under him. Her legs were shaky, barely cooperative as she maneuvered his massive, dead-weight body. It took real effort—grunting softly, muscles burning again—as she pushed and pulled until he was properly stretched
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION DRUNK DAZED
The way the heat of Tarzan's mouth, the insistent pressure, the way he devoured her like a man starved—it overwhelmed every rational thought in Lena's head. Her thighs trembled around his head, pleasure coiling tight and fast in her core. Soon, he hooked a finger under the edge of her panties, tugging them aside. The first direct stroke of his tongue against her bare, slick folds made her cry out, back bowing off the bed. "Fuck...I mean...wait!" His large hands gripped her hips, holding her steady as he buried his face deeper, tongue plunging inside her before circling her swollen clit again and again. The wet sounds filled the dim bedroom, mingled with her gasping moans. Her fingers tightened desperately in Tarzan's thick hair as his tongue kept working on her with relentless, sloppy devotion His drunken hunger made him messy but no less devastating strokes that dragged from her entrance up to her throbbing clit, then tight circles that made her vision blur. "Ah—
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION SELF-CONTROL
"Stay," he growled, the word a low command. "But..." Lena started to protest. His other hand gripped her ass, squeezing the soft flesh with possessive hunger, fingers digging in hard enough to wrench a sharp gasp from her lips. The sound escaped before she could stifle it—a breathy, traitorous little moan. As much as she missed him, missed this, it wasn't supposed to happen like this. Not when he was drunk. Not when the images of him with those other women from yesterday still burned behind her eyes, seared into her memory like a brand. "Tarzan... wait—" she whispered, trying to push upright, but he wasn't listening. In one fluid, powerful motion, he flipped them, pinning her beneath him on her back. His enormous frame caged her completely, all heat and muscle and familiar weight. One strong hand captured both of hers, holding them above her head against the mattress. The other slipped boldly under the hem of her blouse, his rough palm gliding up her smooth skin until it closed
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION NOT A PROMISE
The silence stretched between us like a wire about to snap. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole. Then he spoke. "You are hungry. Have you been skipping meals?" "Don't," I cut him off, my face burning. "It's none of your business." He was quiet. Then he stood up, his height m
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION KINDLY REJECT
That was Gabi's voice. I shook myself out of the fog and walked toward the counter area, still trying to steady my breathing. That was when I saw him. A tall biker guy standing in front of the counter, again with his helmet on. Why doesn't he take the damn helmet off before entering the café?
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION HARASSED
The first man leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he looked me over again. I noticed his gaze lingered on my stomach. “Damn,” he said with a cruel laugh. “No wonder you’re so uptight. Look at the size of you. How much do you weigh, anyway? Two-fifty? Three hundred? Bet that’s why your husband alwa
FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION HAPPY WIFE
The message I sent to my husband Mitch was left unanswered. Just like the ones I sent days ago… weeks ago. He had stopped replying to my texts. I scrolled through the one-sided conversation, my heart tightening at how pathetic it looked. Suddenly, a message popped up. Hoping it was his reply, I
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