All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

My cock was already throbbing painfully — thick and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum.Elena's ass was still raised high, her back arched beautifully, that perfect pink pussy dripping and clenching in anticipation.I gripped her hips hard, fingers digging into her soft flesh, and rubbed my bare cock slowly up and down her soaked slit.She whimpered, pushing back against me desperately."Stop teasing me… please," she begged, her voice already wrecked.I smirked and pressed the thick head against her tight entrance.Then I pushed in slow, inch by inch, letting her feel every single thick inch stretching her open."Fuuuuck," I groaned deeply as her pussy gripped me like a vice — so tight and scorching hot. "You're soaking my cock already, baby."Elena moaned loudly, her fingers twisting into the expensive sheets.I kept pushing until I bottomed out, my hips pressed against her ass, my balls pressed against her clit.I stayed there for a moment, letting her feel how full sh

Carefully, he hooked her panties aside.Lena shuddered as his hard cock twitched against her bare ass the moment the fabric was pulled away.“Lena… can I touch you here again?”She nodded.His fingertips brushed her bare, dripping pussy. He hissed sharply through his teeth, the sound raw with restraint.“So warm… so fucking wet for me,” he murmured, voice trembling. “Can I… slide a finger inside you? Just one. I need to feel how you’re burning.”“You’re my husband,” she whispered hoarsely, trembling. “I can handle it… go ahead.”He let out a low, grateful groan and slowly pushed one thick finger into her tight heat.Lena’s eyes squeezed shut as her walls clenched hard around the intrusion. A sharp gasp tore from her lips. Her body jolted, fingers twisting desperately into the sheets.The stretch burned deliciously, amplified by her fever. Every nerve screamed with hypersensitive pleasure-pain. She felt so full already—her soaked pussy fluttering and gripping him involuntarily, her jui

“I… I got followed from work one evening. Two men cornered me. One of them had a knife. It was terrifying. I didn’t do anything wrong… I don’t even know who they were.” She sighed heavily. “That’s so sad. What you experienced was genuinely terrifying. Your body and nervous system are still reacting to that trauma — the fever, the chills, the shock… these are all normal responses after such a frightening event. Your mind and body went into survival mode, and now they’re trying to reset.” She paused, then took a seat on the edge of the bed and gently took my hand before continuing softly, “First, I want you to know that none of what happened was your fault. Like you said you didn’t do anything wrong to them. People can be evil, that’s just the truth. But you weren’t hurt physically. Still, a near-death experience like that can shake anyone. Sometimes our minds replay the moment over and over as a way to try and regain control. That’s likely why the fever hit you so hard.” She gave m

After a few minutes, a soft knock came at the door. A hotel server wheeled in a trolley. “I’ll take over from here,” Tarzan said to her. She bowed politely and left. The rich smell of warm chicken soup and fresh fruit filled the room. Tarzan adjusted the table over my lap and uncovered the dishes with careful movements. “Here,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed this time — closer than before. “Eat slowly.” I picked up the spoon, but my hands were still shaky from the fever. After two failed attempts, soup spilled onto the tray. Tarzan watched me quietly for a second, then gently took the spoon from my fingers. “Let me,” he murmured. My heart stumbled. “You don’t have to—” “I want to.” His voice was low, almost rough. “You’re still weak. Just let me take care of you, Lena.” “I can do it…” “I know you can, but please… let me,” he said softly. I nodded, too embarrassed to argue any further. He scooped a spoonful of soup, blew on it gently to cool it, and br

MITCH'S POVTalk about paradise on earth.The whiskey burned down my throat as I leaned back against the headboard, glass in one hand, the other tangled in Elena’s dark hair.Fourth round of the evening, and my cock was still rock-hard, slick from her spit and the mess we’d already made of the sheets.She was on her knees between my spread thighs, that perfect mouth stretched wide around me, sucking greedily like she couldn’t get enough."Fuck… just like that," I groaned, taking another slow sip while her tongue swirled around the swollen head.Her eyes watered, but she never broke eye contact, hollowing her cheeks and taking me deeper until I hit the back of her throat. The wet, filthy sounds of her slurping mixed with the low music playing The Weeknd in the background.Suddenly, the image of Lena flashed back in my mind. Her tear-streaked face and how tight her throat felt. It was something else.I hate to admit it, but if I could, I would fuck her throat every day without minding i