All Chapters of FORBIDDEN: HIS PLUS SIZE OBSESSION : Chapter 291 - Chapter 300

MITCH POVMy phone buzzed on the bed, the screen lighting up with Lena’s name. Finally. She called just as I expected. I smirked and glanced down at Gabi. Her tight little body was straddling me in reverse cowgirl, that firm ass bouncing rhythmically as she rode my cock with wet, eager slaps. Her back was arched beautifully, long blonde hair swaying down her smooth spine, hands braced on my thighs for leverage. Every time she dropped down, her round cheeks jiggled, her slick pussy gripping me like a vice, juices coating my shaft and dripping down my balls. *Fuck…* She had told me she was nineteen, but something about her immature attitude made me doubt it. She might be younger. .Still, she swore she was legal, and right now I didn’t care enough to stop. The phone rang again I swallowed hard, trying to steady my breathing, then gripped Gabi’s hip firmly. “I’m answering Lena. Keep your voice down. Do you understand?” She glanced back at me and rolled her eyes. I

LENA'S POV My heart was still racing long after I ended the call with Mitch. The phone felt heavy in my palm—a dead weight I couldn’t quite let go of. I wasn’t naïve enough to believe his weak excuse about working late. The background noise—a woman’s moan—had given him away. He was in bed with a stranger. Part of me wanted to cling to the usual lies I told myself that I was just overthinking but I am tired of gaslighting my own heart. Every time I let him hurt me, I blamed myself for it. I’d convinced myself I deserved it—that if I had been better, prettier, more exciting, whatever he wanted me to be… slender with a small waist, then he wouldn’t need to look elsewhere. Ever since his coldness towards me. I wanted nothing else but to lose weight and make him see me again. I was ready to risk even my health to be that woman for him. Was I really stupid? Or was I just a woman in love? I scoffed bitterly and clenched my fist until my nails bit into my palm. Strangely,

Unfortunately, there was no beer left in the refrigerator. Just cold, empty shelves staring back at me—like a reflection of my own hollow evening. I closed the door with a sigh and shuffled back to the couch, sinking into the cushions to nurse my misery alone. I sat there in silence, legs tucked beneath me, waiting. The minutes stretched into what felt like an eternity. Restless, I finally stood and walked toward Mitch's bedroom—the room that used to be ours. Our matrimonial bedroom. I straightened the sheets, fluffed the pillows, and turned down the covers, making the bed neat and ready for the night. I wasn't expecting a call so soon. But the moment my phone rang, I knew it was him. Faster than I expected. I walked back to the living room, crossed to the coffee table, picked up the phone, and glanced at the glowing screen. Teddy Bear 💜 My throat tightened. I swallowed hard and answered. "Tell me you're here," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm right i

I cupped his jaw, forcing him to look straight into my eyes. "You think I'm a child? I know what the fuck I want when I say you should fuck me. Stop hesitating and give me what I asked for. Don't hold back—fuck me like you've always wanted to. Fill me..." The words barely left my mouth before he caught my face in both big hands and kissed the life out of me. It wasn't gentle. It was starving—tongue plunging deep, teeth grazing my lip, a low growl vibrating from his chest into mine. I moaned into his kiss. There was something about the way he kissed me. It was different from Mitch's. It made you want to cry... because it was always so overwhelming. I couldn't help but want more... and more of it. I gasped into his mouth as his hand gripped my ass, fingers digging into my flesh—not painfully, but possessively. He was pulling me closer and closer, as if I would disappear into him. My legs wrapped instinctively around his waist, ankles locking behind his back as he lifted me like

His hot breath ghosted over my left nipple first, making it pebble even tighter. Then his tongue dragged flat and slow over the stiff peak—just teasing. I gasped sharply, back arching off the bed as the wet heat of his mouth sent sparks racing straight down to my clit. He did it again, slower this time, circling the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue before flicking it sharply. A broken whimper escaped me. I stared down at him. He was locking eyes with mine while torturing me like that. Oh my god. Shyness burned through me. I felt so exposed. So vulnerable. Maybe I wasn't really as ready as I'd thought. I squeezed my eyes shut. Then I heard him groan deeply—the sound vibrating against my skin—as he closed his mouth around my nipple and sucked. The pull was slow and intense, warm and wet. He drew my stiff peak deep into his mouth while his tongue swirled around it in lazy, possessive circles. He sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks. I bit my lip as tears of overwhel