Big Buldge In Pants Novels & Stories

I spat back. He chuckled darkly before reaching into his hands into the depths of his pockets. "Not really." My eyes followed suit for my own safety. Just below the tight shirt he was wearing, Right under the V line that made me feel some type of way, I noticed a bulge in his pants.

It slides down his huge chest to his chiseled abs and dissolves into the waistband of his pants. Oh… The bulge in his pants comes into view. I stare at it, my saliva buds working overtime. God! How can one man be so perfectly made! Ace folds his arms and smiles. “There you are.”

I push up the bed stopping only when I reached the middle of the large bed. My eyes falling as I finally notice the huge bulge in his black suit pants, stopping at the edge of the bed he pulls off his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly as he tugs it off leaving him exposed as my eyes drinks in his muscled broad shoulders and stomach filled with six packs and impressive pecs which flexed with every deep breath he took. A harsh and hungry look of need overtakes the cool and controlled expression on his face as he unbuttons his pants and zips it down stripping completely until he’s in his boxer brief.

The saleslady offered me many beautiful and expensive dresses but I rejected them because the dress she gave was too Bulgar. It was a dark blue spaghetti strap, I immediately took it and measured it, my lips parted because it was just right for me, it seemed soft, the bulge in my stomach was not obvious, I held it. Baby, we are going to your Daddy's birthday, are you excited? Mommy is excited to see daddy baby again.

I stood up from the argument, it was so hard that I acted when the skirt was too tight! “Doc, please forgive my nephew, he’s just really naughty,” Tit said with a smile to the handsome man with the big bulge. Damn. What? Doctor? A handsome man with a big bulge?! I repeatedly stare at his bulge. The size really is! No wonder this handsome man with a big bulge is a doctor because most of the doctors in the hospital are handsome. It’s just surprising that he’s a doctor because of the size of his bulge, such a bulge for pornstar!

' Without telling me where we were going, he shoved a bag into my arms and pushed me into the bathroom with a single instruction to get changed before dragging me out of my building. It wasn't any weird outfit by any means, just a pair of dress pants with a white button-up shirt. The problem was with how tight, and slim-fitting everything was. The pants hugged my thighs like a secondary layer of skin and the shirt was so stretched out against my chest that buttons were practically threatening to pop open at moment.

There was a noticeable bulge in his pants, as if it might burst any moment. “Then take it off already,” I said, frowning slightly. “As you wish, baby,” he replied with a teasing grin. He pulled off his white polo, and my mouth fell open the moment I saw the defined lines of his abs. “So delicious,” I muttered under my breath. Apparently, he heard it because the teasing look on his face deepened. “This is even more delicious, baby,” he said with a smirk as he lowered his pants—and the last piece of clothing he wore.

I stared at him and began taking off my night gown too. “No Aria, I’ll do that for you.” He said it in the most sexy way I could ever imagine. His shirt fell to the floor. “Would you take off my pants for me?” “I wouldn’t mind that.” I walked towards him to pull down his pants, I saw they had a knot which I undid, while holding his pants I knew he wasn’t wearing anything underneath and I pulled it anyway, his person popped out immediately, almost hitting me in the face, I was shocked, it was so big, the biggest one I had ever seen, it had veins all over it and thick, I had never seen anything like it.

His gaze cut through me, cold and heavy with disgust, before his fist slammed into the kitchen island. “Look, Myra, I’ve had enough of this,” he snapped. “You’re too stiff. Too boring. And most importantly…” He let out a sharp, humorless laugh as his eyes dragged over me like I was something he couldn’t stand to touch. “Too fucking fat.” The words landed hard in my body, like they didn’t belong in real life but still somehow shattered something inside me anyway. I knew I was a bit bigger than most women, but I was putting a lot of effort to try and stay fit. It wasn't like I wasn't trying my hardest to loose weight and Vincent knew that.

He must have enormous self-control, or wasn't just doing it well? There has to be another way to make his stuff rise. Maybe by making contact with the real thing. My hands slid lower down to his pants. I popped the buttons, then drew down the zipper. He still had that annoying smirk on his face like he was hell-bent on teaching me a lesson. What if I don't get his dick to rise? Would he really slash my wrist like he had said? His pants came off, bringing to view his trunks. I could see a slight bulge in between his thighs and my eyes widened in shock. Was that his stuff? Or was it rising already or it was just that big?