Moan My Name Novels & Stories

I frowned because I thought I heard grunts coming from her room very faintly. Was she watching p**n? I pressed my ear against the door and heard a soft moan charged with passion saying my name. I gasped as I stood back. Was she jerking off to my name? A smile crossed my lips. Tonight she was jerking off to my name but a week from now she would be begging me to take her. I knocked on the door, determined to frustrate her efforts at attempting an orgasm without involving me directly. But there was no response from her. I could still hear her soft moans and I felt my dick rise to the sound. It almost felt like I was inside her and actually doing her.

He didn't know what to say but the way Zach was looking at his lips made him think Zach already knew the answer. Suddenly, the phone lit up again with another call from Marcus. This time, Zach grabbed it angrily, stood up, and walked away to answer it. Noah was left alone in the quiet gym, his heart pounding, dealing with the frustrating ache between his legs.

“I did not.” “You kind of did.” I exhaled sharply, half a laugh. “Maybe you just have a ghost face.” He grinned at that. Not big, not cocky. Just... enough. Enough to make my heart trip over itself. “You got a name?” he asked. “Yeah,” I said slowly. “It’s Hailey.” He nodded, like he’d expected it to be something different. I couldn’t tell. “And yours?” I asked, because I had to. Because I needed to know.

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

She was bright and cheerful, as if she didn't have a care in the world, just like a warm sun. "Lorraine, I don't even have to lift a finger. Greene Group is facing a funding crisis. Provoked by my words today, Jason's definitely going to cry, cause a scene, and beg his dad to invest in Greene Group. Besides, I've found out that the project her family is working on is problematic.

“No.” The word barely comes out of my mouth before she slams her power into me yet again with no mercy. I feel pain from every bone, every nerve in me lighting up like I'm being torn apart from the inside, but I hold myself tight enough to ensure I do not fall. I think of my mother’s last breath, of Eve and the child who calls me father and I roar back at the storm refusing to bow and Morwenna, finally done pretending, turns all of her wrath on me.

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

It was very appealing! I bit my lip in my teeth and watched as her eyes traced what I was doing with my lip. I then released it and smirked at her reaction. "How about your name and number?" She ducked her head down sheepishly, then tucked her hair behind her ear. She then met my gaze again. "My name is Monique, but you can call me Mo for short. I will give you my number at the end of my shift." She flirted with me. I knew that she was playing hard to get, and I could always compel her, but for once I would just play her game. "When is your shift over...Mo?" I asked in a husky voice.

I faked a smile, “it was my grandmothers name. She died when my father was young.” Mona nodded, “yeah, I heard about that. My parents both died when I was young too. Didn’t know my biological dad, but my mom was really sweet. My actual name is Morana though. It actually means death or rebirth, but it’s kind of a lot to say. So I kept it short.” Apparently Mona liked to talk. Maybe I could find out more about her. That would mean I’d have to engage in small talk. Ugh, I hate small talk. Okay. I could ask about her human family.