Guys With Bulge Novels & Stories

I went near the crowd only to get a view of the big fight. He has well build body with a perfect muscular chest which was popping out from his black shirt, the fabric of the shirt was hugging his strong body perfectly, his half folded sleeves showing his tattooed hands with those long thick fingers which were wrapped around the neck, choking a boy in front of him, his other hand built in a first as his veins popped up , making him look smoking hot then he already was… even though I couldn't see his face I can tell how attractive he is. A painful scream echoed as he punched that boy hard and I came back from my not so holy thoughts, the hell is wrong with me? That muscle pig is literally beat

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.

I was nobody. They were fit and I don’t just mean their physique’s. Their faces looked God like but deadly and intense. I could feel wetness pool down there. OMG! What is wrong with me? After what I had been through, I shouldn’t want to be with a man again, especially one that had bulging biceps that could crush someone’s skull, peekaboo tattoos on their necks and knuckles.

From her side eye, trying not to get caught, she could see the faint trail of hair leading down from his navel, a detail that made her stomach flutter. She swallowed again. Jessie had told her that the ones with pretty faces have a small size, but that bulge doesn't look small at all. Besides, the men she's been with are not pretty faces, does it mean those sizes are big? She paused her thoughts abruptly as she noticed something else. The bulge us growing bigger! Wait, is he hard? Her heart skipped and her throbbing clit got intense. Just then, Bruno reached for the hem of his soaked shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his bare torso.

I know it's weird, but I lived in a bubble! I look at Raúl with all those tattoos on his chest, three big roses bordering the area and connecting to the drawings of the arms, and a name that I can't identify, along with that athlete's chest on display, and those well defined entrances, which I recently discovered is called the oblique, the famous entrance that men have in the region below the belly going towards... You know what I'm talking about!

a girl around my age said. "This is our cousin, Farrah," Ethan said "Hi, Farrah," I said. One of the Pack Members walked up to Ethan and Nathan. "Alphas, someone has been spotted near the border. We believe it is a Rogue," the Pack Member said. "We will be back, Love," Ethan said "Stay here, Okay?" Nathan said "Okay. Be careful," I replied, and they smiled. "We will, Princess," Nathan said and kissed my forehead. Ethan did the same, and then they left.

He suddenly turned to me, and I snapped my gaze back to the hunters, avoiding his eyes. There were four men. Two of them with huge body sizes and the other two just the normal size. One of the huge guys was hairy, with a full beard, long black locs, and a weird mustache. The other was the complete opposite; he had a bald head and no beard, but he was covered in tattoos, and he had his right ear pierced. The first of the slim guys had short black hair, with a scar running from his eyes down to the top of his lips like a tear. His whole left arm was covered in tattoos of weird patterns, and his eyes were dark as if they brooded evil. The second of the slim guys was a bit different; he had a sh

They were the best grilled sausages I had ever eaten. Plenty of others had the same idea, and everyone was rushing to get their paws on the sausages. The counter was getting closer, but before I could reach it, I crashed into a muscular guy's arms. His pecs actually visibly bounced and the impact knocked me onto my butt. Camden Jordan's laughter rang in my ears. I looked up and saw that obnoxious smirk on his face. Camden had taken off his T-shirt and hung it casually over his shoulder. His eight-pack was also on full public display.

“Thick thighs, bulging muscles, broad shoulders. Chunk.” I blinked and looked at the posters again. So, that’s what Pamela meant by chunk. I’m certainly not opposed to that physique. I’ve known several males with such a build, though none were as apparently chunk as Suzie Walterson's in-law, Ivan Furlan. Pamela would probably lose her mind if she watched the pack training sessions where such physiques were displayed. “Sorry, I’d never heard that term before. We call them mountains where I’m from.” I shrugged.

I couldn't help but notice a bulge, hitting me below my stomach and how his hands tightened around my waist each time the bulge came up. Eat me, Alpha Kade.