All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 841 - Chapter 850

Tarzan’s throat tightened, a dry, aching constriction that made it hard to swallow. His pulse pounded in his ears, heart slamming violently against his ribs. Guilty.He hated that Eric could see it on his face. Hated that his own body had betrayed him so completely. His jaw clenched until his teeth ached.He had tried. God knows he had tried.It's been six days. He had counted every agonizing hour, fighting with all his strength not to fail.He had looked into Lena’s trusting eyes and vowed he would never go back to that version of himself. But the cravings hadn’t vanished. They never simply stopped. And would Lena understand?Would she believe that he was really trying his best?“How did you follow me in here without me noticing?” Tarzan muttered.Eric didn’t answer. Instead, his lips curled into a smirk that never reached his eyes.“You should be humble and grateful. I’m giving you a chance to clean up your act and be a nice boy. A second chance. How many people get those,

His breathing was still uneven, his chest tight with residual adrenaline. After a few minutes of driving, something about the car ahead of them snagged his attention. He narrowed his eyes, checked the plate, and the recognition hit him like a physical blow. Without thinking, he accelerated. The engine roared as he floored the pedal. The car surged forward with brutal force. Mia grabbed the dashboard, fingers digging into the plastic. “Mr. Silver?!” She shouted, voice sharp with fear. Tarzan didn’t answer. His focus locked onto that plate like a predator locking onto prey. He was barely aware of her presence anymore. He overtook the car, tires screaming against the asphalt as he cut across lanes. The other driver swerved violently. “Oh my God!” Mia’s scream cracked. Tarzan cut sharply in front of the vehicle, forcing it to brake with a screech of tortured rubber. The horn blared in a furious blast that tore through the night. Behind them, other drivers honked and flashed t

Lena smiled back at him. “No… no, baby. I’m glad you told me.” Tarzan’s eyes widened. Lena continued. “I’m really happy I heard it from you first. It’s okay… honestly. Addiction isn’t something that just stops overnight. So I completely understand.” Relief hit Tarzan like a physical blow. He covered his face with both hands, shoulders shaking with the force of it. “You do?” “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” She reached up, gently pulling his hands away so he had to look at her. “It’s an addiction—hard to resist. I’ve seen how hard you’ve been trying the whole time we’ve been together. I know you’re fighting it because I haven't seen you do it once ever since then. And I am proud of you so far. We will work on it together. It’s okay." Tarzan couldn’t contain the rush of emotion any longer. He kissed her before she even saw it coming—sudden, hungry, almost desperate. His arms locked tight around her waist, yanking her flush against the hard line of his body. The kiss wa

“I told the girls about my… inexperience with blow jobs, and they advised me to practice with a fake one so I could blow your mind.”Lena’s cheeks burned, but she lifted her chin, refusing to shrink.“Ever since you complained that I wasn’t good at it… I lost my confidence. I wanted to surprise you. To make you happy—the way the other women did, you know.”The words hung in the air like a grenade with the pin pulled.Tarzan’s brain, which had barely recovered from the initial shock, promptly short-circuited again.“Other women,” he repeated flatly, his face blank with dawning guilt. “I can't believe I brought other women into our relationship.” He muttered the last part more to himself than to her.“Let’s not talk about them. We were separated—it’s not your fault. And please… I wanted to tell you the truth because I didn’t want to hide this from you. This isn’t an excuse for you to blame yourself.” Lena’s voice was soft, but firm.“I made you feel so insecure that you went looking for

She wasn't just giving him a blow job , she was studying his cock, every ridge and vein. She would pull off slightly occasionally to lick a new spot, her eyes asking, Here? without a single word. “Slower,” Tarzan instructed in a ragged whisper. “When you get to the tip, swirl your tongue around it… Like that. Fuck, baby. Just like that.” His breath hitched as a low, guttural sound rumbled from deep within his chest. His hand remained tangled in her hair, cradling her skull gently. "That feels so good baby." He hissed as his gaze dropped again on her lips, stretched wide around his girth. He was so thick and massive compared to the curve of her jaw. Her soft fingers could barely circle the base of his cock while her mouth struggled to accommodate even the head. A vein pulsed along the side of his shaft, and he watched, mesmerized, as Lena's tongue traced its path. “That's it,” he hissed as his thumb stroked the shell of her ear. “You’re doing so well. Your mouth fe