All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

"It's just a get well soon kiss."I replied, with an eye roll.He grinned wider."I have a cut on my lip. Can I get one there too?"I frowned tightly but instead of scolding him again, I decided to be nicer. I promised myself to ignore his cocky attitude."You know," I said, tilting my head as I looked down at him, a small smile tugging at my lips, "I think being nice to you is the best punishment."I leaned a little closer, lowering my voice just enough to make it sound serious."You seem to enjoy my scolding far too much."For a second, he just stared at me—completely still, like his brain had short-circuited."Busted," he muttered, letting out a weak laugh that made his chest shake a little.I folded my arms, shaking my head."Unbelievable."His chest rose and fell slowly, but there was still that faint grin lingering on his lips, like he'd just won something.I can't deny that sometimes he acts really adorable...Not that again.He is a grown man.I sighed inwardly.Then the thoug

TARZAN'S POVI woke up slowly, my body still heavy. I checked the time on my phone.11:00 p.m."Well, it seems that dude did a good job beating me up, it does feel like hell".I lifted my head and saw Lena.She was curled up on the floor by the wall. My oversized black T-shirt had ridden up her thighs in a way that made my pulse stutter.The T-shirt really did something to her body in ways I hadn’t fully anticipated when I picked it out—dangerously feminine, innocently seductive. It looked far better on her than it ever did on me.Also, that peaceful rise and fall of her chest was too hard to ignore.My mouth went dry.I didn’t even realize it was hanging slightly open until I swallowed hard, the sound loud in the quiet room.Fuck.She looked so beautiful.I stared at her face, distracted by the strands of hair falling across her cheek.I crouched down beside her without thinking. My fingers moved on their own, gently brushing the loose strands away from her face. Her skin was warm, s

“Fuckkkk,” Tarzan suddenly cursed, snatching my hand away from his throbbing cock. “Lena… if you keep doing that, I’m going to cum,” he rasped, voice rough and desperate. “I don’t want this to be over yet… please.” The polite plea in his strained voice made my heart ache with unexpected tenderness. I turned in his arms and lay on my back. Tarzan moved over me instantly, caging me with his strong arms. We stared at each other intensely, the air between us thick with desire. His huge erection pressed firmly against my lower belly, hot and pulsing. The thick head left a damp spot on his shorts as he rocked gently against me. He stared down at me with dark, burning eyes filled with so much raw hunger that I suddenly felt shy. I looked away, covering half my face with my hand. Tarzan didn’t allow me to hide for long. He tugged the T-shirt upward with one hand, exposing my stomach, then higher until my breasts were fully bare and aching for his touch. He bunched the fabric just below

"Hello, I am Coco, Young... Tarzan’s female roommate," she said, giggling in an attempt to sound more feminine. Her deep voice strained badly. *Is this some kind of joke? What woman introduces herself as “a female”?* I glanced back at Tarzan, but his expression remained blank. "Coco is transgender," he said simply. "Oh... I see," I said, nodding slowly. *She goes to work at the hospital looking like that?* Still, I couldn’t judge. "Nice to meet you, Coco. I’m Lena." I extended my hand. She reached for it, but Tarzan slapped her hand away. "Ouch, meanie!" she said, flipping her hair. Her wig shifted awkwardly, the bangs sitting at a strange angle. I couldn’t help pointing it out. "Your hair... is... emmm... angled wrongly." I knew it was a wig. I was trying to be respectful. She chuckled nervously. "Oh... emmm... hair, you know..." Her voice suddenly sounded deeper. She kept adjusting the wig over and over, as if she had never worn one before. I stood there awkwardly, my

I dragged her toward the master bedroom. “Mitch, please—!” She stumbled behind me, trying to pull away, but I was stronger. I pushed the door open, shoved her onto the bed, and climbed on top of her before she could scramble away. My hands went straight to her pants. The fabric tore with a loud rip as I yanked it down her thighs. She struggled beneath me, legs kicking. “Mitch, please! Wait!” I forced her thighs apart roughly. My eyes dropped between her legs. She looked wet. The sight sent a rush of anger and something darker through my chest. I haven’t seen her this exposed in almost three years. She still looked tight. I pushed one finger inside her without warning. “What… what are you doing?!” she gasped, her voice breaking. “Checking my wife’s slut hole to see if you cheated on me,” I growled. “You belong to me, Lena. Stop fighting.” “Slut?” Her eyes widened. “How dare you call me that?!” Then she kicked hard. Her foot connected with my cheek, snappin