Novel & Cerita Don't Moan My Name

Simply because he had moaned the name, Daphne. But my name was Heather!

I let out a loud moan from the stimulation. "That's my girl."

I can't control my moans or the gyrating of my hips against his hard dick now fitted perfectly in my butt crack. It doesn't take long for the feeling of an orgasm to sky rocket through my body. I'm crying out incoherently but I think I hear myself say 'don't stop'. I want more. After all this time, one orgasm isn't enough, especially after it's been so long.

He's promised to quit if I demand it, and that's my only option, because otherwise, we will miss the gala and it's really uncalled for. "Oh Lucas...please!" I have to ask him to stop. I just have to. "Please,... please...! Ohhhh!!!" His probing grew stronger now! "Lucas... you have to... oh fuck..." Just say it! "You just have to... mmmmmppphhh!!!" An additional moan slips from my lips, louder this time.

Trenda Pov. "Tendra, the name is Tendra, "I moaned out, my body burning with desires as my breath became so heavy. Good lord, this man here knows how to handle a woman, and even if I would love to resist all of him, I don't think I will be able to. He smirks immediately. I told him my name and then Let go of me, causing me to be left with desire that was ignited in me by this damn arrogant jerk.

Mo went to him and wrapped her arms around him trying to comfort him as best as she could. "It's okay now. You are fine." “Do me a favor, Doctor Modupe Bankole Williams." "Sure. Whatever you want." Mo said quickly. Anything to get him to stop crying and get them to the house with the rest for better security. Roy's eyes turned serpentine against her neck but she could not see it. "Make me a god!" The snarl in his voice was the last thing she heard. She realized too late that Roy did not know her full name, neither could he pronounce it.

The boy he used to be before he became this monster. I shove him with both hands. He doesn’t budge an inch. “Stay away from me,” I whisper, but my voice trembles. Ryder laughs, loud and obnoxious. “Too late for that, Mia. You wrote my name thirty-seven times. Thirty-seven! You’re obsessed.” He skates backward a few feet, arms spread wide like he’s performing for the crowd. “Listen up, Wolves fans! If anyone sees Mia touching herself while thinking about me, please report back. I like knowing my charity cases are staying dedicated!”

A loud, broken moan tore from my throat. “Oh… fuck…”

"Then why don't you go die?" "Because I still have to find someone." "Find who?" "My wife." Marco froze. Everyone froze. "Wife?" Marco pointed toward the operating room. "Your wife is in there!" "No." I shook my head. "That's not my wife." "What the hell are you talking about?" "I'm talking about my real wife," I said, standing up. "Thea Monroe." Marco's face turned purple with rage. "You say this to my face?" "I'm just stating a fact."