Todos os capítulos de FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Capítulo 341 - Capítulo 350

His voice dropped even lower, almost a growl. “Please. I need it.” My breathing was ragged as I slowly lifted up, letting him tug my soaked panties down my legs. The cool air hit my dripping pussy and I shivered. He stared at me like I was everything, eyes fixed on my glistening folds with raw hunger. I can't believe I am doing this. So embarassing. "Lena?" He called breaking into my thoughts. I sighed and moved higher up his body, knees settling on either side of his head. My heart hammered wildly as I hovered over his face, thighs shaking, still a little hesitant. Tarzan’s hands gripped my hips, pulling me down gently. “That’s it…” he breathed, hot air fanning over my sensitive flesh. “Come here, beautiful. Let me take care of you.” "Wa...wait..I am not ready...what are you going to ..." My breath caught as the first slow drag of his tongue along my slick pussy made me moan loudly, my hands flying to the headboard for support. "Wait ..nghhh...this

I could feel the weight of his cock resting against me, rock-hard and throbbing with urgent need. Every pulse sent a fresh wave of heat through my core. My pussy clenched involuntarily at the mere thought of him pushing inside me.He was big. Thick. Heavy. “Tarzan… wait,” I whispered shakily, my hands pressed against his broad chest. My face burned with embarrassment. “You… You’re really big and I—” He leaned down, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along my neck before capturing my lips. He still tasted like me. “Please, Lena…” His voice was rough, desperate. “It hurts so much. I need to be inside you. Just a little? I’ll go slow, I promise.” My cheeks burned hotter. It wasn’t that I didn’t want him — God, I wanted him — but the size of him made my stomach flutter with nervous anticipation. *Why does he have to be so damn big?* “Lena… just the tip, please?” he begged, voice low and husky. His hips rocked gently, sliding the thick, swollen head of his cock up and down my soak

TARZAN'S POV My eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar ceiling. Soft morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. For a moment, I lay completely still, my mind blank. Where the hell am I? A dull throb pulsed at the back of my skull. I shifted slightly and froze as realization hit me. I was naked. Completely naked. "What the hell…?" My heart gave a sharp jolt as I quickly scanned the room—luxurious furniture, a massive flat-screen, floor-to-ceiling windows. I'm in the suite? I reached over to the nightstand, my hand fumbling until I found my phone. The screen lit up. 10:07 AM. I rubbed my face slowly, trying to force memories from last night to return, but everything felt foggy… blurred… like pieces of a dream I couldn't quite catch. I let out a slow breath and scrolled through my contacts, my thumb hovering over Damon's name. Maybe he could explain what the fuck was going on. Then suddenly, I heard soft breat

LENA'S POV I was supposed to be making pancakes, but the moment I stepped into the kitchen, my mind betrayed me. The memory of last night crashed over me—his face buried between my thighs, my hips shamelessly grinding against his mouth as I chased my pleasure like I was starving for it. He said he didn’t remember anything. Honestly? I was relieved. Grateful, even. It was better that way. What we did last night was humiliating. I still couldn’t believe I’d let myself sit on his face like that. Who even does that? It felt too good… dangerously good. But it wasn’t something I wanted to remember. I sighed, forcing the thoughts away as I focused on mixing the pancake batter. Then I heard heavy, wet footsteps behind me. I turned around and froze. Tarzan stood in the doorway, completely naked and dripping wet from the shower. Water trailed down the hard ridges of his chest and abs, glistening on his tanned skin. His dark hair was slicked back, and his expression was a dangerous mix

He smirked at my demand, that dangerous glint in his eyes darkening further.Without a word, Tarzan crashed his mouth against mine in a bruising, possessive kiss that made my eyes roll back.His lips were hot and demanding, his tongue thrusting past my parted lips to tangle with mine in a wet, filthy dance. I moaned into his mouth, the sound muffled as he devoured me—one hand still gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks, while the other fisted the hem of my T-shirt.He yanked the shirt up roughly, folding it above my breasts and exposing my bare tits completely. My nipples were already tight and aching from his earlier teasing.He broke the kiss with a wet smack, his breath ragged, and immediately dipped his head lower."Oh fuck—Tarzan…" I gasped as his hot mouth latched onto my right breast.He sucked hard, the wet sound of his mouth pulling on my sensitive flesh filling the room. His tongue swirled around the stiff peak before he sucked again—deeper, like he was trying to pull