Don't Moan My Name Novels & Stories

To me, they tasted so sweet, and those were the memories that flooded over me. “Elliot,” I called out his name before pausing as I could feel him going deeper and I could hear myself taking a breath. Elliot smiled seeing my reaction, which also made him more excited. “Keep saying my name,” He asks me. “Elliot,” I whispered, slowly calling his name a few more times.

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.

“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.”

It was just never meant to be, but yet it was that exact fruit I had wanted so badly, and somehow I got it…Somehow I was under her, eating her fucking pussy raw with every might inside me as she moaned that one name, my name, and no fucking one else My name is Rihanna Shay, and I’m 18 year of age, I was never a social butterfly, nor was I a nerd that was good at anything either, I was plain, useless and introverted, and that timid me that would never go out, pick anyone calls except my parents, talk to anyone either, do anything productive, that useless fucker was the very thing, my parent, mostly my mom had hated the most.

"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.

Making the girl moan out loud instead of answering her name. "Jeeeeeeeeez!" Rose was so quick to distance the phone again, to avoid destroying her ear drum but brought it close to her ear after she realized the moan had reduced. "Ro. o... Roseeee" Annabel called Rose as if she was forced to pronounce Her name bit by bit because of the pressure she was getting from her boyfriend as he pushed in and out of her with so much energy. "Where. Arrrrrrrrrrr." She moaned again. "Rose, where are you?"

She didn't want to hear her mother's name in her mouth Don’t say it. Don’t say Anne Devano. Don’t you dare say her name? She kept repeating in her head. Ava smirked at her. “Anne Devano.”