Loud Moaning Novels & Stories

"Me? I moaned? No, I didn't moan." I swallowed, angry and embarrassed at the same time. "Yes you did. I know you moaned." He leaned forward, eyes narrowing like he was teasing me. "And how did you know that I moaned?" My cheeks warmed. My voice dropped without meaning to. "That's because I know the sound of your moans." Silence. Then Jayden burst into laughter, falling back on the couch like he heard the funniest thing in the world. "So you remember even the tiniest bit of information about me… interesting."

Seeing my girls still sound asleep, I laugh at myself. Just as I return to my sleeping bag, I hear a female moaning in the distance. It's that high moan that sounds like a laugh at the end. It seems as if it's getting louder and closer. I return to my makeshift peephole watching and listening. My eyes are fixed on this trail opening into the woods. My heart's beating so fast that I hear it in my ears, so I stop breathing. Feeling light-headed I pause a moment more, then take a deep breath. As soon as I exhale, I hear that woman again. She's no longer moaning but sighing as if she's humming. The creepiness of her voice causes me to shiver. It's a moment of eerie silence then I hear her moanin

It made my pussy clamp down on him like a vice. "OH! OH! EE-EE-EE!" I let out a sharp, chirping moan. "Hee-hee-aaa! Liam! Harder! Do it harder!" I was a mess of noise. I was wailing, my head hitting the headboard. The sound of our bodies meeting was so loud I thought the neighbors could hear. I was making a wild, high-pitched sound—"Aaa-aaa-eee! Oh! Oh!"—as he drove into me over and over.

She kept scrolling, eyes burning from the screen’s glare. A low, guttural moan suddenly cut through the quiet house, loud, breathy, almost exaggerated. It sounded like it was playing on full volume, echoing up the staircase. Aurelia froze, phone slipping slightly in her grip. Another moan followed, feminine and shameless, layered with male grunts and the unmistakable wet slap of skin on skin. Her stomach dropped. What the hell?

POV: Neoma The arena roared with the sound of ten thousand Lycans. It wasn't a cheer. It was a wall of noise—a chaotic mix of screams, stomping feet, and the deep, subsonic drumming of fists against chests. Thum-thum-thum. The sound vibrated in the nanoweave of my suit. Making my teeth ache. My bones rattled in their sockets.

His other hand cups my jaw, tilting my face up like he’s learning the angles of me. A sound escapes my throat a soft, helpless thing I didn’t mean to make that sounded like a moan.. A moan? I never fucking moan? Even while stupid Mario had his way with me I never made a sound I just laid there, no sound not even ones that shows maybe any pleasure..

“Owh. Fuck. Fuck!” Then, came a masculine grunt. The grunt which sound insanely familiar. The moans were ear-piercing. I couldn’t bear it. Still, my inquisitive ass made me to continue with my search. I did, and almost immediately, I came upon a slit. A gated slit. I crawled there, trying my best to shut my ears to the moans. I placed my face on the slit. Colour disappeared from my face. “Damn. Fuck! Shit.” “Shut up. Don’t make any sound.”

The feeling of his thick girth around my pussy is just enough to hit my folds and hit my G-spot and make me lose my wits. "Khein, Khein... Oh, Khein... Faster... Faster, please... Ah, fuck... Shit, oh, oh, ah! Ah! Ah!" I swear to God I have never moaned this loud before. I just don't know but whenever I am with him making love, my moans are getting louder and louder my throat is literally getting sore. Skin slapping, my wetness squelching, our moans surrounding the room, and the labored breathing were the only things that could be heard around.

I know this is painful, and moaning is about pleasure. I know what the hell moaning is for, and I’m telling you…….mate just moaned. I internally roll my eyes and snake my free hand around to his neck. I grip it tight enough to cut off a bit of his oxygen. I need to anchor myself so I can move. Devonte whimpers, but I swear it isn’t a painful one.

I was too late, she had already gotten what she needed. The moment the last word leaves her lips is the exact moment when the audio starts playing through the speakers, so loud and clear. It's not just any audio. It's my… It's my moans. Dear Lord. My moans, the sound of skin slapping against skin… and everyone can hear it.