Don't Moan My Name Novels & Stories

The word becomes less of a protest and more of a moan. "Dorian. Oh, Dorian." That moan again, the one where she moans my name, is the one that kills me. It’s the one I use to mock her, but it's crazy how insane it makes me, hearing it come out of her mouth. I suck her clit into my mouth, and thrust my fingers inside her until her legs are quivering and she’s calling out my name over and over like it’s the only word in the English language she can remember. I plunge my tongue inside her sweet entrance.

In and out, he played with my clit and fingered me like that was the only thing he was good at. I arched and tried not to moan too loud. I bit my lips and tossed my head back. Damn, he was good. “Moan for me, Winny. Don’t hold back.” That was all I needed to let out my screams of pleasure. “Ahnghph…I want you so much, Alpha Sean… don’t stop.” He stopped and slapped my pussy. My moan turned into a sharp yelp. “It’s Sean, Winny. Call me my name.” His lips vibrated against my skin.

“Shut up, you skinny bitch! Can’t you see I’m moaning?! Moaning— Mooooooaning!” I yelled.

"Moana." I kept walking. "You'll come running back," he called after me. "I've left my print on you. No man will ever make you feel the way I made you feel. No man will ever touch you the way I touched you. No man will ever know your body the way I know it. You're mine, Moana. You'll only moan for me. And you'll come back." I wiped my tears as I ran. I couldn't let him see. I couldn't let him know that he was right.

It's not like Riffen is overconfident but it can happen, nothing is impossible. Doris was reminded of her name, so she sneezed continuously, she sneezed so much that her nose turned red. - Someone must have said something bad about me. Doris didn't pay much attention, she continued to do her job.

Like everyone else, Darby Caughill probably has very good reason to dislike me greatly. But luckily for me, she doesn’t need to like me. She just needs to marry me. I swivel in my desk chair with my cell gripped tightly in my fist. The urge to hurl it at the wall is monstrous. I guess I’ve earned my nicknames. They call me Monster Montague. That or my favorite Lord Lee On Poo, shortened down over the months to Lord Poo. The first has a nice ring to it. I don’t mind it at all. The second irks me, but only because the people who work for me can’t say my last name, which is part of the name of the damn company they work for. They’re calling it Mont-a-gue, not Mon-tag, which is the right way to

"I asked a question, why are you answering me with another one?" I was the one in the front and I turned back when I asked him that, arms akimbo. "Pele, Mabinu Aburo." I glared at him and he chuckled. "What exactly do you want Moji, you don't want cute, you want baby and now you dint want Aburo. What do you now want oo?" "My name." I replied, pressing all the fingers on my right hand together for emphasis. "Just call me my name. MOJI! it's that simple."

“And did it bother you when they tease you about your name?” “Hmmm, sometimes it did, but then I can't hate my name right?” “That's the spirit, who cares about people's opinion” I smiled at her “So when will you tell me yours?” “My name?” “Hmmm, I want to know your name too'’ “I don't think my name is important though but yeah I'm Deon Calign” “Why do I feel like it sounds familiar” “Nhhh it don't” I waved it off and finally stood up after gulping down my wine,

My heart stops when I hear my name; "Sonia?? "

He was still holding a grudge, wanting me to stop reading into things. "He asked me to apologize to you," Julian said haughtily, avoiding my gaze. "I'm sorry. I was just pulling a prank when I called Emily "mommy" the last time." He pouted and continued, "Who would've thought you really lost your memories?" "It's alright," I softly said. Julian turned to look at me, his eyes lit up. I glanced at him and continued, "Your Daddy and I have already divorced. You don't have to apologize to me the next time you call someone else your 'mommy'."