Man With Huge Bulge Novels & Stories

The boss stood up for the first time. He still wore his black, hand-tailored suit, only now the pant zipper was down. His cock protruded from the orifice. It was fully erect and far larger than I ever could have imagined. The boss was not a tall man, yet his member was larger even than the twins’. In fact, it seemed better suited for one of the gargantuan bodyguards than a man of the boss’s stature. Yet there it stood, hard as rock and riddled with veins.

And I'm now painfully aware of what's missing up there! But then my hand hits something, and I slide it up to see what. Oh my god! No bump. BULGE! And it's huge! I gasp again, this time looking at him. And all the while my hand is moving, exploring, and it just keeps going!

He looked young, but he was huge like he wrestled as a full time job. His face was not familiar. I don't think he was among the people we had clinked glasses with downstairs. Strong shoulders, loaded arms, bulky chest, six packs built stomach, heavy thighs, and a c**k tall, thick and veiny, it looked dangerous even to the eyes. His balls were larger than what normal should be. My stomach tightened to the horror of having him stick his gun inside of me. I might just end up in the hospital again. I looked at Sonia, just to make sure she was seeing the danger that I was seeing.

A car had pulled up in front of the shop, its headlights piercing the gloom, casting long shadows that stretched toward the workshop door. The man's fingers tightened around the knife's hilt, his heart racing as he warily observed the scene outside. His breath caught in his throat as the car's door opened, and from within emerged a colossal figure, a hulking mass of muscle and menace. The Huge Man, as he was known in the underworld, unfolded himself from the vehicle with an air of quiet authority.

Usually, we’d have our group text open and had gotten really good at blind texting when we needed a rescue from some local woman. I’d manage to sit down just before André walked in. Pulling behind him a guy who, if he wasn’t a werewolf and hell, you know what, I still have to question if this man isn’t on steroids. I’ve seen some big guys in my life, and generally, to get to his size and with the creepy veins, it’s from steroid use.

CHAPTER 78 Liana Pov The morning air outside my apartment felt heavier than usual, thick with tension I couldn’t shake. Marcus Delgado had been cornered, but cornered predators were unpredictable. I knew he could strike at any moment—and this time, he might aim for maximum chaos.

He groaned, his eyes blazing as he looked at me. “Stand up,” I told him, and he froze for a second. Without a word, he obeyed, standing in front of me. My tongue darted out over my lips as his large bulge was now right before my face. I looked at him as I slowly tugged his pants down. I giggled when his hard shaft sprang upward and smacked against his abs. Oh my god! It was huge! Was this even normal? Was he really the uncle of my ex-husband? Why didn’t my ex inherit this? Wait! Will this even fit inside me? What if it hits the baby? He laughed and tilted my face up.

He stood up and Sylvia could sense what he wanted. The man undid his own slacks, and pulled them down along with his boxers. His erect cock stuck up in the air. It looked even bigger in the flesh than the trousersnake had. His cock head stuck out like a mushroom – purple and ready, with pre-cum drizzling fiercely from the end. Bravely, Sylvia cupped his big balls and remarked at their weight. “Jesus, they’re full….

I looked through the narrow gap, and my jaw dropped really hard. Graham’s fly was now undone, the zipper pulled all the way down to reveal his expensive Tommy Hilfiger brief. But what took the absolute breath from my lungs was the fact that his hand was now wrapped tightly around something incredibly hard, heavily veined, and massive, which was currently arched upward. My eyes stayed completely glued to the jaw-dropping sight, taking in the thick curve, the terrifying length, and the massive size of his manhood.

Enthusiastically. His head was bowed, eyes screwed tightly shut, brow furrowed, lip curled. I couldn’t see what was happening below the waist, but his biceps flexed and his arm moved at a furious pace. His ribcage expanded and contracted with each panted breath. He shifted, and suddenly I could see the goods. And holy shit, was he packing a seriously huge cock. I’d never seen one this big. Even in his massive fist, it was impressive. I should look away.