Can I See Your Bulge Mga Nobela at Kwento

"What? You don't want others to see this?" Roam suddenly covered my eyes when the guy lifted his shirt to expose his ab muscles. I removed his hand before I looked at him, slightly disappointed but my mate (oh, wow! Where did my confidence to say that come from?), jerked his brow. "You wouldn't wanna see that. You already have mine just for your eyes." I blinked twice. What? Was he... jealous? "Get down from there, Hymer. Nobody wanna see your big belly," Lawrence said, slightly annoyed.

Then he speaks, his voice filling the room, deep, steady, and commanding. I stare at the him as he speaks, my eyes following him. He’s facing me now—not fully, but his body is angled in my direction as he points at the screen. Slowly, my eyes drift downward. My gaze keeps going, slipping down the length of his arm, across his torso, down to his waist, and then lower. I do not mean to do it—I swear I do not—but my eyes land right on the front of his pants. I regret it the instant they do, because there, I see a prominent bulge straining against his fabric.

The plug drove impossibly deeper, the pressure on my prostate making my toes curl. I crossed my legs quickly praying the growing bulge in my jeans wasn’t noticeable in the dark theater. God I was fucked

Then I saw a bulge, it clicked immediately. "Kene you are hard," I snorted, pointing to his crotch. He just clasped his hands behind his head watching my reaction, the bulge was so noticeable and visible, it was straining to get out of his boxers. "It's so big," I whispered, coming closer. Kene kept quiet, his eyes watching my moves. "You were sitting on it and your movement woke it up," he said, looking elsewhere. Don't tell me, so Kene can be embarrassed, then I thought of using his words too.

He confessed like that was supposed to make me feel better. Bile rose in my throat, I was over the edge disgusted to hear him say all that to me and I was to vomiting. My skin burned under his touch and it was definitely not in a good way. And that was when I felt it, something was poking my stomach. A bulge. His bulge. My body shook as a wave of fear hit me. I did not dare to look down to know what it was. I knew. And more tears flowed down my face.

I can see his eight-pack abs and his happy trail inviting me to caress it, then notice that his shaft is molding in his pants, and it's growing enormous. I fan myself as my eyes are gazing at his pulsating shaft and its beating. "Did I make him hard?" I say it to myself while observing the incredible view. Then suddenly, it's getting longer than I expected! "Holy macaroni! Pepperoni! Pizza and protein shake! IT'S GETTING LONGER!" I raise my voice as I cover my eyes and put a little gap to look back again. I might die if that's poking me today! GOSH!!!

I didn’t meet his gaze and now my pants were painfully tight. “Or maybe I can help you with that.” He said taking agonizingly slower steps towards me. I bit my lips again because I didn’t know what else to do in nervousness. I was looking like a prey who was just about get attacked by a hungry animal. How did I know that? Thanks to dad who watches Animals planet religiously. But the difference was, the prey in those shows never wanted to get attacked but I did. I wanted him to take me the way he wanted.

I could now see his face, not entirely. Most importantly, the colour of his eyes kept switching as his lips quivered, Are you cold?’’ I asked, worried as I touched his face and neck, but he felt hot all over. ‘’It’s not the cold,’’ he struggled to say ‘’So what is it? " I can’t hold it anymore’’ he whimpered, looking down. I followed his gaze and noticed the huge bulge in his pants. ‘’Oh’’.. I gasped at the sight as I was short of words

He tosses them off behind him somewhere, and he nudges his way back between my thighs. Warmth floods my cheeks, and my eyes search for him. “Nervous baby?” “Never had someone see that part of me” I murmured. “Good, it’s only mine to see” he smirks, and grabs the lube. He squirts the liquid onto his fingers, then settles back on his knees. The hand without the lube on it, circles my ankle, and he pushes it to my chest.

Was that a bulge I saw starting to form in those shorts? I'm suddenly so hot that I undo a couple more of the buttons on the night dress, without thinking. I manage to get three eggs into a bowl without breaking them and head back to stud, oops Bob. When I get back, there is no doubt; there is a bulge in his shorts. But it can't be his cock! Just the bulge is already half again the size of Ted's cock when he's ready to fuck me! My knees are ready to buckle.