Sean O'pry Height Novels & Stories

Standing barely 5'7", the man had to crane his neck to look up at Louis, who towered nearly eight inches above him. His bravado evaporated on the spot, and his entire posture sagged. Realizing she wasn’t winning today, Ruby quickly clung to the man’s arm and whispered, "Let’s go, Sean. They’re not worth it." Sean nodded, immediately mollified by the feel of Ruby’s delicate hand. A grin returned to his face. "They don’t want you, but I do. Come on, let’s go get you a purse." "Mm..." Ruby beamed with satisfaction.

I couldn't stand him up when he was doing me such a huge favour. As the guards pulled me away, a loud rumble filled the air. Everybody's attention shifted from us to the sound. When I looked, I saw a red Ferrari pulling up to the venue. The door opened and a tall man dressed in a tuxedo stepped out. I blinked as my eyes took in his face. It was Sean. The Sean that Zoe had shown me. Holy cow, how was it possible that he looked even hotter in real life? He was at least 6’3”. His blond hair was slicked back, exposing his thick brows. His skin glowed under the night lights, giving him an ethereal appearance.

A cold, furious male voice suddenly rang from outside the room, "Who the hell angered my father to the point of collapsing? Get out here right now!" Angela's expression darkened. Sean was here. Towering at over six feet and weighing close to 200 pounds, Sean was built like a wall. His fierce expression and piercing stare made even the nurses shrink back in fear as he approached. Angela silently sneered. Sean, this piece of trash, should have been fired a long time ago.

SELENA'S POV Prince Darian's handsomeness was beyond description. His eyes were blue and the intensity of his gaze was stomach-melting. He stood at 6 ft 7. The perfect height of a guy that matched my 6 ft 3. Whenever he mentioned my name, I felt I had been flung into an abyss of beautiful flowers and butterflies.

He was actually as intimidating as Zayn. He appeared to have a skinny figure, but he was very tall. He stood at an astonishing height of 1.9 meters and that was why he appeared so skinny. Moreover, he ranked eighth on the Olympian list and had defeated quite a number of highly skilled fighters in his life. In his eyes, Zayn was just an amateur.

The moment he‘d dreaded ever since he married Jenny. Steeling his resolve, he dared to look in Irving Spencer‘s direction. The blood drained from Owen‘s face. The man was larger than he remembered. Irving Spencer wasn‘t six or six-anda-half feet tall. This monster was seven feet! And Owen barely made it to five-eight. The man was also built like a brick wall. He’s going to kill me! It‘d be an easy thing for him to do too. All Irving needed to do was pound him once on the head and into the ground he‘d go. Irving didn‘t even need to dig a hole first. Well, Owen gulped, at least I had my last meal.

He is taller than me, but then, at five feet one, I’m hardly one to talk about Tall! * But Liam O’Grady is a heady combination of burly and muscle, his biceps and shoulders swelling beneath the jacket. My eyes are off on their own trip, sliding down the length of his body taking in the swelling beneath his flat stomach, the trousers that flare into lean hips, the strong legs encased in expensive wool trousers. I notice the equally expensive belt and find myself wondering, in a rare flight of fantasy, how it would feel on my backside…??? *

With a sigh and a smile, Charlotte stood on her tiptoes and leaned in to kiss him. But with Sean standing nearly six-foot-three, she barely reached his chin. Even on her tiptoes, she couldn’t quite reach his lips.

Adrian says and continues to move, but he barely takes two steps when Sean disappears from his seat and I look up to find him standing in front of Adrian, who has his back to me. Sean is taller than him by just an inch, and it's barely noticeable, he's putting on a wine suit complimenting his curly dirty blonde hair. I look at Sean and see him looking at Adrian with a poker face and both his hands in his pockets. "We are not done here," he says calmly, almost as if nothing's going on, but his eyes say a whole different thing.

Confident. Talia kept playing with her breasts, her thighs parting wider, her glistening center on full display. Theo watched her put on a show, her body screaming for attention. Sean’s pants stretched from the force of his arousal. Without a word, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. His body was lean and powerful. Broad shoulders, cut abs, a slim waist. He undid his pants and let them drop. Talia gasped. The photo Theo had seen didn’t prepare him for the real thing. Sean’s cock stood tall and thick, hanging heavy between strong thighs. It was massive—black, veined, intimidating. His balls matched the size, full and prominent. The whole thing throbbed with promise.