Thick Bulge Novels & Stories

“Ohh fuck…” I hissed as he thrust his thick, vein-covered monster inside my tight hole. My body jolted, arching off the bed between pleasure and pain. “Good girl,” he purred, his hand gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks. “Your friend is watching… she’s smiling.” My eyes snapped to the doorway. My best friend stood there, hands folded, her lips curved in approval as she watched me get claimed by her boss’s son. *** Once desire takes over… there’s no turning back. ‘Sinful Cravings’ is a collection that’s filled with irresistible stories which has intense heat, tension, and dangerously addictive encounters. Every page will pull you deeper into a world where temptation lingers, boundaries blur, and passion refuses to be ignored. Warning: This collection contains explicit content, BDSM, taboo themes, and mature situations. The stories are dark… provocative, and they are intended for readers who enjoy forbidden fantasies and boundary-pushing scenarios. If you're looking for something sweet and wholesome… THIS MAY NOT BE FOR YOU! But if you're ready to explore desire without boundaries… then KEEP READING!

Fuck your soakingly wet pussy… you needed me all these years, didn’t you, you little slut?" A dangerous snowstorm traps me alone with my brother’s hot best friend. One small bed. No escape. Ethan has always been strictly off-limits my big brother Ryan’s tall, tattooed, dangerously sexy best friend. I’ve fantasized about his thick cock for years. Now we’re completely snowed in at the family lake house, forced to share one tiny bed. Every heated glance turns into desperate touches. His rough hands slide into my soaked panties while he growls filthy promises about ruining his best friend’s little sister. He pins me down and claims me raw hard, deep, and relentless. The guilt of betraying my brother only makes me crave him more. This forbidden passion could shatter our families forever… or finally make me his. Warning: Extremely explicit 18+. Rough sex, dirty talk, creampies, dominance, and intense forbidden heat.

After the company's entire plane crashed and everyone on board died, we all found ourselves transported into a novel, tasked with winning the favor of a queen. The system's icy voice issued its prompt: [The queen's male consort possesses a voice as melodious as a lark's.] Our handsome secretary smiled with quiet confidence. That very day, he stationed himself along the queen's usual route and began to sing a modern pop song. The queen was thoroughly pleased. She summoned him onto her carriage. Our colleagues looked on with unconcealed envy. "Looks like the bonus is his." "How lucky. The queen is wealthy and beautiful. Not only does he get to spend the night with her, he'll make a fortune too." But the next day, we saw the secretary hanging from a tree in the royal garden. His body was completely naked, riddled with arrows, his eyes still wide open in death. The voice he had once cherished was now a vessel crammed with thick, crude bamboo spikes. At the same time, the system's cold notification sounded once more. [All challengers' lives have entered the countdown. Please complete your conquest as soon as possible.]

Two years since her last job as a nanny, Willow is lost at sea without a proper job. Being broke and living off the streets of Florida was never on her to do list and she is never planning on doing so, that's why when she received an email the next morning for an interview with Lorenzo Moretti, the richest businessman and a single father in the business world, she didn't think twice before showing up. Lorenzo is calm and quiet, too much of a professional himself, maybe that's why Willow never expected him to be a part of the mafia. Too much going on in her head, his children, her problems, his secrets and the very thick tension between them, there's just too many obstacles in the way of her profession. ****** “And you seemed busy up here, that's why I didn't want to disturb you.” I told him. He pulls me close, my hands grip the ends of his shirt to steady myself. I could feel every movement of his fingertips at the sides of my waist. I almost melted away when he placed a featherlike kiss at the base of my neck. “I would let you disturb me, Willow.”

The Moon Goddess offered me her protection. If I died, I'd get one chance to be reborn through the werewolf trials. I was born with "sensory impairment." I wasn't an Omega, but I couldn't shift into a wolf. I couldn't see or sense wolves in their lupine forms or their power. When I appeared alongside ninety-nine other trial candidates in an ancient rainforest shrouded in thick fog and darkness, everyone assumed I wouldn't make it past the first day. But here I was, in the terrifying rainforest nests, treating a ghostly wolf pup, drowned for its unusual coat color, as my own little cub. And, I flirted with a bloodthirsty vampire spirit who took pleasure in killing, treating him like a lover. I even befriended the evil twin Hexenbiest, treating them like sisters. The first time we met, I reached out and ran my hand over the vampire's abs. "Nice body," I commented, "just a bit on the short side." He let out a humorless laugh, reattached the head he'd been holding to his neck, and gripped my chin. "I'm six-foot-five," he said. "Want to take another look?"

On the night before I'm set to officially marry Shawn Ford, he keeps losing to his godsister, Tiffany Lynch, at the poker table on purpose. "We're just playing for fun. Aren't we a family? Everyone here knows that Tiffany and I are as thick as thieves since young." Tiffany plays with a poker card absent-mindedly. "Surely you don't mind, right? Shawn told me that if I were to win this round, he'd give me the funds meant to renovate your marital home so that I can buy myself some bags." The other players begin to cheer on Tiffany at that moment. "Hell yeah! Tiffany is really lucky when it comes to poker! Joanna, there's no use saving that meager salary of yours. Why don't you just bet everything on the table to spice things up?" I don't bother speaking afterward. All I do is pull out a chair and sit across from Shawn. Then, I dig out a property deed from my bag. "You wanted to spice things up, right? I just bought this property at full price. Do you have the guts to put everything you have on the stake?"

When Elara’s father is brought back to the pack lifeless, cold, defeated, her world shatters. She expects grief. Silence. Mourning. She doesn’t expect him. Ryder Thorne. The new Alpha doesn’t just rule, he owns everything in his path. Ruthless. Untouchable. Worshipped. Feared. And now… he’s her mother’s husband. To the pack, he is her guardian. Her protector. The man meant to keep her safe in a world ruled by blood and dominance. But behind closed doors, nothing about him feels safe. His gaze lingers too long. His voice drops too low. And every touch burns like something forbidden. One moment of weakness is all it takes. One brush of his hand shatters her control. One whisper pulls her closer to a line she can never uncross. He is her stepfather. He is her Alpha. He is her ruin. “Tell me to stop, little bird,” he murmurs against her skin, voice thick with promise. “And I will.” But they both know the truth. She won’t. Because some desires aren’t meant to be resisted. And some flames are worth the destruction.

Christopher Hall has a wife, an empire, and a body that has not felt anything real in years. Then Robin walks in and suddenly the powerful CEO who dominates every boardroom cannot stop imagining bending him over his desk and fucking him raw. Stolen afternoons turn into locked doors where Christopher drops to his knees and sucks Robin’s thick cock like a starving man, swallowing every drop while his own dick leaks against his expensive suit pants. The kind of desperate, consuming hunger that has him spreading Robin open and pounding deep into that tight ass until they are both shaking and covered in sweat and cum. Robin makes him feel filthy and alive in ways his carefully constructed life never could. But Christopher has been lying from the start. And when Robin finds out, he walks away. Now Christopher is standing at the only crossroads that has ever mattered. The empire his father built him, the board’s approval, the family name on every door. Or the one man who ever made him feel like himself. He was never supposed to want this badly. But some men are worth burning everything down for.

"I am a weapon of Valkyrie and only her command do I follow. What she hates, I destroy and what she cherishes, I protect."  .... Betrayed and sold by her friends and Pack into the slave establishment, Valkyrie was bought by none other than the ruthless Alpha prince, Alpha Ryker. As a pleasure slave, Valkyrie must fulfill her duty to the man who sees her as nothing more than something beneath his shoe. "You're wolf-less. An Omega. A witch!" He snarls, yet he craves her body like a venom craving its antidote. But things fell apart on the night of the blood moon when something primal unlocked in Valkyrie, and a dangerous secret unfolded. In a Pack where Omegas are nothing but breeders, she wants revenge, she wants blood, until she's taken captive by the notorious rogue king popularly known as 'Scarface.' His name is whispered in fear, with trembling lips and only within the thick walls of rooms.  Now she must choose between vengeance and saving herself. . This isn't just a story of an Omega or a unique being whose eyes held the power to the rise and ruin of great men; it's a tale of betrayal, revenge, love, and webbed secrets and lies.

I lifted my head from Rhys's arms, his strong chest rising and falling against my cheek. Silk sheets tangled around our naked bodies, the air thick with the scent of our passion. After a passionate night with my childhood friend, the Mafia heir, I was jolted awake at three in the morning by the shrill ring of a phone. It was the Don, ordering me to bring Rhys back to the estate for an arranged marriage. I figured it was just another heiress trying to claw her way into the Griffin family, so I kissed his forehead, pressing myself against him and whispering with a low laugh. "Rhys, what's your plan for this boring princess?" He arched an eyebrow, wrapping a lazy arm around my waist. "Baby, make sure you pick out a good tie for me. I need to make a good impression on my future father-in-law." Seeing me freeze, Rhys sat up and shot me a casual glance, his voice laced with indifference. "Maeve, what's with that reaction? We're just having fun." "You didn't actually think you were going to be the next Donna of the Griffin family, did you?"