Moan My Name Novels & Stories

I was still a little embarrassed by the scare he had given me, so I tried to change the subject. “So. Should I keep referring to you as Kat’s brother, or do you have a name?” He laughed again. The gravelly sound of his voice vibrated inside me and made my lady part drip. Why the hell was my body reacting so strongly to him? That bastard was too sexy for his own good. “Now you want to exchange names?” The coffee stealer chuckled and looked at me with a mischievous grin. “Dominic Moore,” he added as he extended his hand playfully.

"Please pick up," I mumbled to myself quietly as I held my phone up to my ear. The ringing sound dragged on for what felt like forever, before the dreaded voicemail came through for the umpteenth time. "Tyler Gray is unable to come to the phone right now," the automated recording seemed to taunt me. "Please leave a message after the beep." "Tyler, baby, it's me - Ally," I cringed at sound of the words coming out from my mouth. "Please call me back, I just want to know that you're ok."

I go closer to the fire, my hair is quite flying in the wind, I take another sip of my drink. Then I notice the singer with a guitar. Oh, no. Not him. "I've played some happy, exciting songs about love," Mahone smiles at everyone. "But now I'm going to play a song, which is a little sad, more moody. Well, I wrote this song and it's called 'Words from my mind'." "Woo-hoo!" They clap hands together, some guys whistle. Looks like he has already been popular, but how? He even doesn't go to our school. Little liar.

Roy asked at the same time Josh chuckled and thought of irking his friend more. “Don't make our brother angry, he has numerous hormonal problems these days, he can't even release the poor thing, so the mood is not good,” Josh said and laughed out loud, they know Max has never slept with a woman yet, and they took advantage of it, poking Max over and over again. “Close your shit mouth,” Max ruefully said. First, he is pissed, and second, these two bastards are toasting his head even more.

Mine. A soft moan escaped before I could stop it. I leaned back against the cool tile, legs trembling as I touched myself faster, chasing the ghost of him. It wasn’t enough… never enough, but the pressure built anyway, sharp and shameful and inevitable. Sage. His name echoed in my head like a curse and a prayer. I came with my face buried in my arm to muffle the sound, thighs clamping around my hand, tears mixing with the water streaming down my face.

Her face showed a glimmer of interrogation. "Mo...nna!" I shrieked. "Who? Hayden? Rylan?" "Argh! That's gross!" I defended myself. Like I wouldn't want it for me and Hayden. But mentioning that name Rylan gave me rashes, and I hated it when his name was called. More than that, I hated him. "Kath… arrgh!" Monna cried, stumbling on the floor. What happened to her now? I wasn't in for any melodrama, if that was supposed.

“Ahhh…. Ahhh… Ahh… Ma… Manik…. Ohhh..” “Kept moaning my name, jaan.” “Fuck! Mani… Umm….” “Do you like it?” “Ohh… Yesss…. Yes…. Don’t stop!” I couldn’t stop moaning his name even for a second. I dug my nails into his back trying to find some form of leverage. His speed increased, resulting in my legs immediately beginning to shake. I bent my head a little and kissed on his shoulder when Manik held me tighter but making sure not to hurt me.

Quinn The silence stretched for so long I wondered if they all had pins stuffed in their ears. The older Montclair’s laughter broke through the glass-fragile stillness. “Oh, honey,” he stumbled close, looking as crazed as a stoner that just hit a sniff of cocaine, “of course you're Queen. Queen of the Montclair empire. Queen of the fucking Draven—” “No!” The walls of my throat itched with exasperation. “That's not it. What I mean is,” I beat my chest hard in a bid to pass across my frustration, “my name’s Quinn. As in Q-U-I-N-N.”

My eyes darkened and dilated when my name left her mouth. “Again. Moan my name.”I commanded, grabbing her hips and slamming her down repeatedly. “Kohen! Hmp! I-It's too much!" ‘That's it. Moan my name, my little bunny. Scream the name of the man making you feel good.’ “Ugh, fucking hell!" I threw my head back when I felt the familiar tingling sensation inside me along with the familiar feeling of the curse releasing from my body. “Ah, shit!"

I smirked and held my length and pressed the tip against the entrance of her p-ssy. "Ah!" She arched her back and moaned out loud. She has finally unleashed her desire. She continued moaning messily but she's not shouting the words I want to hear. F-ck! I want her to moan my name. I want her to cry my name just like what she did a few hours ago. "Ohh! Ohh! Please!" She moaned again after I pushed the head of my erection inside her p-ssy lips. "Say my name," I whispered in her ear. "Say my name, baby. Moan my name."