Don't Moan My Name Novels & Stories

I am in heaven when my phone chimes. It's a text from Mo. Mo : *Do not G****e Nate. I'm begging you, don't do it until I'm at your apartment tonight* Well, guess what? Like any other kids with super high curiosity, I do what exactly I am told not to. What the .... ****

“Michael. Are you listening to me?” I sighed, “Why can’t we just drop it? I promised that I’ll do better so why do you keep saying his name? Why are you saying his name so casually? I don’t even like saying his name, let alone think about him. I’ll take your advice and I get that I could see him, but I don’t want to.”

The way she pronounced my name had me extremely nervous but I had to center myself for the sake of Monroe. "I'm sorry for calling but it's Monroe. I know you said to call me if I ever needed anything and I know people mostly say that as I kind gesture but I -" Fuck, I'm rambling. "Tobias." I could hear the discontent in her voice. "Tobias, calm down okay? Breathe." And just like she told me, I did. "Now what happened?"

"Holly, we're having another child. This time, it's really ours. Don't worry. I'll take care of them, I swear. Holly, what should we name them? Do you think they'll look more like you or me?" Question after question had tumbled out of his lips. I'd had no answers. I had only smiled and kissed him. If only time had stopped at that moment. Without love, there would be no hate. Without happiness, the pain wouldn't have come so fiercely. Elliot carefully cradled the small, crimson bundle in his arms. This time, he let go of all his pride. He dropped to his knees and broke down in uncontrollable sobs. "Holly, how could you be so cruel? You cut us off just like that! Holly, please come back… I can

When our lips finally parted, my cheeks burned, and it took an amazing amount of courage to face the two graceful women who waited for us to speak. I cleared my throat and stretched my lips into a nervous smile. “Luna Calandra—” “Calandra,” Kaan's mother corrected. “I stopped being a Luna a long time ago.” She leaned forward, locking her eyes on mine, and winked. “You can call me Calandra or... Mom. We're family now, aren't we?” I didn't think I could accommodate all the emotions in my heart. Biting my lip, I nodded while my eyes filled with tears.

Eleven said, she stood beside her father and kept her head down. "What's your name young girl?" One of the men said and Eleven just lowered her head. “Elevens” She said. "You have to show your face when someone asks your name" her father said and Eleven slowly raised her head, she looked at the two men. "Wow Thomas, you keep treasure in your house, I will discuss this with my boss, but I'm not sure he will agree" The man said. Those words made Eleven confused. She had no idea what they were discussing before.

He found his aroma lacked a certain appeal He could clear the Savannah after every meal I'm a sensitive soul, though I seem thick-skinned And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind And oh, the shame (He was ashamed!) Thought of changin' my name (Oh, what's in a name?) And I got downhearted (How did you feel?) Every time that I- Pumbaa! Not in front of the kids! Oh... sorry Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze

“Come, listen to how hard you make me. And when you’re shaking and dripping—say my name.” “Darrell—” It broke out of her like a sob, high and raw. I cursed under my breath, stroking faster, balls tight. “Louder.” “Darrell!” That did it. I came hard, grunting her name right back, thick ropes spilling over my fist and stomach, painting my chest in messy streaks while her own broken moans filled the speaker. For a long second after, we just breathed heavily, messily, and matched. Then I murmured, still catching my breath, “On Monday, by 12 at my office.”

Her voice sounded playful, but she was serious and it made me release just how pussy addicted my girlfriend was Damn, it sounds so nice to say it I grinned to myself Later that evening, as my story kept on talking turns, I was sitted on a golden fucking expensive chair Mira was by my side, while her parents were also there Her dad’s eyes just like hers, it watched me, both his and his wife eyes did It felt as if they were reading me, so I fucked up when asked what my name was “An..Anna” I stammered, and closed my eyes, but I couldn’t dare whisper fuck out, cause i don’t know what they’d think about that But, then I felt it Just when am panicking, I felt Mira’s hand slip under the table and r

"No, of course not. Who do you think you are?" "No?" He asked, amused, stepping even closer. "You never show this much cleavage, baby." His gaze dropped to my breasts as he said that, his stare burning my skin. "And your ass—" he cupped it accordingly. "You never wear things so tight. Admit, you did it for me, Bella." "My name isn't Bella." I tried to deflect, not wanting to give him the idea that there was a pool of wetness in my panties, and he hadn't even done anything yet.