All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Elena's once-tight pink ring stayed gaping for a second, stretched wide and puffy from the brutal pounding I'd given it.Then my thick, creamy cum started leaking out in heavy, slow squirts. The thick white globs pushed out of her wrecked hole and dripped down in messy strings over her swollen pussy lips and onto the soaked sheets.I gave her ass one last hard smack for good measure, watching the fresh handprint bloom on her already blazing red skin. She whimpered weakly, collapsing forward onto her stomach, ass still slightly raised like she couldn't bear to let it go.I rolled onto my back beside her, chest heaving, cock still semi-hard and glistening with cum and her juices. The room smelled like sex, sweat, and whiskey.Elena crawled over to me immediately, laying her head on my chest, her fingers lazily caressing my abs. She was still breathing hard, voice hoarse and fucked-out as she mumbled against my skin."Fuck… Mitch… that was… so intense… my ass is still throbbing… you wrec

Damon kept going, his voice dropping like we were plotting a hit."Stop pleading. Stop chasing. That shit makes you look like every other beta orbiting her. Next time she tries to push you away, leave and don't beg. Be the prize and let her chase you."That sounded interesting."So women don't like it when you're nice or sweet?" I asked, genuinely curious.Damon nodded quickly. "Exactly, young master. Women don't fall for men that say, 'Can I hold your hand? Can I kiss you?' They want you to take charge and calm her like she's already yours. Grab her chin, look down at her, and tell her exactly what you're going to do to her. No asking. No 'please.' And don't let her blackmail you with her tears. Do whatever you please with her and leave. She'll be the one to call you and chase after you."Could that be the reason she couldn't leave her toxic husband? Did Lena love it when you treated her badly?"Honestly, it would take a huge effort to treat her that way.""If you really claim to lov

TARZAN’S POV Before I could answer Damon, another knock sounded at the door. The doctor knocked on the door and stepped inside carefully. “Lena said she’s finished bathing and changing. You can see her now.” She informed me. My pulse jumped instantly. It’s about time. I walked out and stopped at the door of Lena’s suite, I had convinced myself I could do it. I could try being less nice… and less of a simp just like Damon advised. Then I opened the door. In the same second, I almost lost my mind. Completely. Lena sat on the edge of the bed in a soft ivory sleeveless nightgown that hugged her curves in a way that was very dangerous to my health. The low neckline and her nipples perking against the thin material nearly gave me internal bleeding. She was devastating. *What the fuck did Damon say?* And somehow, she still looked shy sitting there, clutching a teddy bear against her chest. I stared at the stuffed animal with immediate resentment. That stuffed bastard must be

I knelt down in front of her again, one knee on the floor, and looked up at her. She had the teddy bear pressed up to her face, hiding in embarrassment. “Before I go ahead, permit me to say this: You’re beautiful. Adorable when you’re angry, terrifying when you’re worried, and every time you blush, I lose at least five years off my lifespan.” Her cheeks turned pink immediately. “Stop saying things like that.” “Why? They’re true.” She glared at me for a full ten seconds before finally snatching the cigarette pack from my hand. I raised an eyebrow. “You’re stealing from me?” “For your own good. Besides, we made a deal.” “You sound like a disappointed wife.” “I am somebody’s wife,” she said sharply. The words hit harder than they should have. What a mood killer. I took one of her feet, looked up at her, and pressed a kiss to it. “That’s not a massage,” she murmured. “It’s part of it. We made a deal — don’t back down now.” To distract herself, she hugged the teddy bear tigh

LENA'S POV I watched him leave the room without another word after my outburst. The moment the door clicked shut behind him and the sound of his footsteps faded, the dam inside me shattered. I collapsed onto the bed, pressing both palms hard against my mouth as violent, ugly sobs tore out of me. My shoulders shook so violently I thought my ribs would crack. God, what have I become? I was horrible to him. After everything Tarzan has done for me, after the way he looked at me like I was something worth starving for… I still pushed him away. And the worst part? I know exactly why. I’m terrified. I’m terrified because I no longer recognize my own life. Before Tarzan came into my world like an unexpected storm, at least my pathetic life had a shape. I was the wife who used to be loved. The one who was slowly becoming invisible, so I made losing weight my entire purpose. Wake up, hate my body, starve a little, exercise until I wanted to die, cry in the bathroom, repe