All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

She walked closer until she stood right in front of me, her hand sliding slowly up my chest. “When I found out you were married, I felt bad… in a way. Your wife must be very lucky.” I chuckled. “She certainly doesn’t think so.” “Oh? Why? Is she very good-looking?” Her brows rose with genuine curiosity. “Not anymore,” I said flatly. “She was beautiful and slender when I met her. Now all she does is get fat and nag whenever I ask her to stay in shape for me. Honestly, I married her after years of dating mostly out of pity. If I could redo it today, I never would have. I’d have gone for someone like you instead. You’re smart, sexy, and you actually appreciate my efforts.” Her cheeks flushed deep red. She bit her lower lip. “So… you find me attractive, Mitch?” “Honestly, you’re one of the sexiest women I know, Elena.” “You know other women?” She pouted, leaning in until our faces were inches apart. “I’m a good-looking man, Elena. I can’t exactly avoid beautiful women.” She fold

I fucked her face mercilessly with long, powerful strokes that made her head bob violently. Her throat produced the filthiest, wettest gags — music to my ears. Thick spit poured down her neck, completely soaking her cream blouse until her hard nipples were clearly visible through the wet fabric. “You’re so fucking good at this,” I groaned. “Sucking cock like your life depends on it, huh? Maybe it does now. Keep deepthroating me like that and I’ll let you have this dick whenever I want.” Elena moaned louder around me, sucking even harder. Her tongue worked frantically along the underside while I pounded her throat raw. She suddenly pulled back for air, strings of thick saliva stretching between her swollen lips and my glistening shaft. “Mitchell… your cock is so big,” she panted hoarsely, her voice already wrecked. “I want it all. I can’t help it.” I grabbed her head with both hands and slammed forward. “Shut the fuck up and suck.” My cock punched past the tight ring of

LENA'S POV I still can’t believe I’m going home without my phone or my wedding ring. What on earth am I going to tell Mitch? I know I didn’t take the ring off. I distinctly remember trying to twist it and then stopping because I felt guilty. So how did it vanish into thin air — along with my phone? My stomach twisted into a nervous knot. I glanced toward the bathroom. The sound of running water told me Tarzan was still showering, getting ready to drop me off before disappearing to wherever mysterious, ridiculously attractive guys go. What if he took them? The thought hit me hard. Maybe he hid them somewhere. Maybe this whole “helpful stranger” thing was just an elaborate scam. *Paranoia officially activated. I tiptoed around the small room like the world’s worst spy, then crept to the closet and gently eased the door open. Nothing suspicious — just his sleek helmet, a few faded black clothes, a cheap wristwatch, and workout sneakers. Everything he owned was black. Faded

“I know you’d succeed,” I added quickly. “Your aura, the way you carry yourself… everything screams model.” He took a step closer, eyes sparkling with amusement. “It sounds like you find me attractive, Lena.” “No, I don’t,” I lied instantly. “I think she does!” Joey shouted from outside, clearly eavesdropping. “Hey! I do *not*!” I snapped, my face burning. “See? Even my friend believes it,” Tarzan teased. “Well, I don’t.” “Yes, you do.” “You know what? Just take me home, please,” I groaned, marching outside before I embarrassed myself any further. Joey was standing there, still hiding half his face under a mask. He walked over with an easy grin. “Lena, right? Man’s been talking about you nonstop. He’s basically your number one fan at this point. I’m Joey, by the way.” “Nice to meet you, Joey,” I said, trying (and failing) to sound normal. “Here,” Tarzan’s voice came from behind me. I turned just as he gently placed the helmet on my head. He focused hard, brow

The image of her welcoming him home from work, smiling up at him, letting him kiss her, touch her body… making love to her. Fuck that. “Tarzan!” Lena yelled, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Hold on tight.” “What—” Before she could finish, I twisted the throttle. “Wait!” she screamed. Her arms flung around my torso as the sudden surge of power slammed us forward. We were flying across the high bridge now. Her heart hammered so hard I could almost feel it against my back. For a moment she was rigid with fear, but then I heard her start chuckling. I glanced at the mirror. “See? Not so bad, wifey!” I yelled back. “Don’t call me that!” she snapped. I felt her arms loosen slowly. She lifted them — just a little at first, then higher — stretching into the rushing air. “Yeah!!!!” she squealed. *Hold on tighter, baby.* I wanted to say it out loud. I wanted to pull over on the side of this empty road, turn around, and kiss her until she forgot that bastard’s name. Un