Moan My Name Novels & Stories

"Then why don't you go die?" "Because I still have to find someone." "Find who?" "My wife." Marco froze. Everyone froze. "Wife?" Marco pointed toward the operating room. "Your wife is in there!" "No." I shook my head. "That's not my wife." "What the hell are you talking about?" "I'm talking about my real wife," I said, standing up. "Thea Monroe." Marco's face turned purple with rage. "You say this to my face?" "I'm just stating a fact."

A wide smile appeared on my lips when I heard that. Louis is my vampire name. James is my first name. I felt bad judging Moana because of someone’s half-truth. I should have known that she wouldn’t move on, at least not with a man. Or I should be mad at myself; after all, I was an idiot to believe them. My head snapped towards the main door again because of the sound of paper blasters. "Welcome, Hope!!" Everyone shouted happily, and my girl hid behind Moana a little more while I stood there like an idiot who had no clue about anything.

Her alluring scents that drives me insane each and every time. I continued stroking myself, my eyes still closed and groans erupting from me like a deep sea melody. I was close to coming undone, that’s how much on edge I was. Hit breaths were escaping my lips as I moaned and groaned out her name in the most lusty way. “Calla” I moaned, it didn’t feel like the first time I would be calling her name in this manner. But I also can’t remember when I ever did.

he said quietly. I blinked. “What?” “You used to do that when you were little too.” His expression softened slightly. “Mum said it made you look like an angry kitten.” My mother laughed through tears immediately. “You hated that comparison.” Something warm twisted painfully inside my chest again. Brother..... The word still felt strange inside my head. My mother touched my hand again carefully. “Can I ask you something?” I nodded slowly. What name do you prefer now? The room quieted slightly again.

Oh, his voice. My vagina could make this whole lake slimy with the amount of arousal simply forming in excitement of his voice. Without any reason, I was smiling over his shoulder. "My name is Jean. Jean Bloodmond." At once, I could feel the air of my lungs start to choke me as I gasp at the name. There's no way it's him...right?

My jaw clenched as another moan echoed off the walls. And then I heard it. Clearer than anything else. My name. “Damien…” The sound of it on a moan, dripping with need, made every cell in my body snap awake. I staggered back a step, breath caught somewhere in my chest. Who the fuck was in there—and why the hell were they moaning my name?

Yowley pointed at me and said to Yelena, "Isn't the Mr. Carter you're looking for standing right there in front of you?" I grinned at Yelena, who was utterly dumbfounded at the news. Clearly unable to accept it, she screeched, "What? He's Mr. Carter? Isn't his surname Chance? How could he be Mr. Carter?" "Shall I reintroduce myself? My name is Carter Chance, and I'm also known as Mr. Carter." At that, Yelena instantly understood that there was no way she would be getting my project. Her eyes darted around, taking in the scornful looks everyone was shooting her. She spun around and fled with her tail between her legs.

he muttered , planting his devilish smirk after hearing my moan. "Come on sweetheart moan my name.... Moan it louder so that everyone know that I own you" "Xav-aahhhhhh" A louder moan scape with something busting inside me as I cum hard on his fingers. He pulled out making me whimper in emptiness of his finger as I feel sudden cold in that area.

“Moan for me, I want to hear you moan my name. Ethan mumbled. Your whine. Your moan. Your desire. Your craving. Your enthusiasm. Your passion. Your Lust. And the look in your eyes. They are meant for me. Mine only. “So baby girl, moan out louder for me”, he growls. I arched back my body. The sentiment was glistening. It was scorching every bone in me. It makes my knee weak. I can't feel it. I craved for this man. I want him. Not only that, but I want him to pleasure me beyond the realm.

"You're so responsive. Damn!" How could a moan be so delicious? Slowly, he inserted a finger inside, and the moan grew louder as I got accustomed, a second finger was introduced. And a new wave of pleasure washed over me. I grabbed his hair tightly and pressed his head against my belly. Ryan's phone started ringing insistently, six calls in a row. He stopped what he was doing; I whimpered at the loss. He protested and left shouting words of anger, "Damn it! Curse it!" he stepped away answering the phone. "Yes?"