Moan My Name 소설 & 이야기

The boy he used to be before he became this monster. I shove him with both hands. He doesn’t budge an inch. “Stay away from me,” I whisper, but my voice trembles. Ryder laughs, loud and obnoxious. “Too late for that, Mia. You wrote my name thirty-seven times. Thirty-seven! You’re obsessed.” He skates backward a few feet, arms spread wide like he’s performing for the crowd. “Listen up, Wolves fans! If anyone sees Mia touching herself while thinking about me, please report back. I like knowing my charity cases are staying dedicated!”

All of the recordings only have one word as the name, the few I was able to grab the name were: Shine, Moon, Stars, Smile, Happy, Heartbeat, Love and Laughter. I scroll down and it was a very long line of recordings. One of them had the name Lust and I knew immediately which it was, still I clicked on it and I heard my moans, the same one that was uploaded on the school site. I quickly paused it, not wanting my mother to hear it, although I knew she wouldn’t but I just didn’t want to listen to it again.

Every moan she made was mine. And as the hot water pounded over us, I made damn sure she remembered who she belonged to. "Say my name," She threw her head back against the tiles, a moan spilling from her lips as her legs tightened around my waist. "Damien..." A low growl escaped me at the sound of my name on her lips. Fuck, she had no idea how powerful that sound was. How it made me want to destroy cities and burn the fucking world down for her. "Again," I demanded, thrusting deeper, my hand tangled in her hair. "Say my fucking name."

She moans out softly, bit by bit as I start thrusting in and out slowly and deep. “Say my name, sweetbutt,” I murmur. “Tell me who's making you feel like this.”

Keisha waited impatiently for the whole thing to come to an end and had been poking at her food—having had her fill, when his voice reverberated in the room. “I’m happy to know about you just as I hope you’ve found pleasure in knowing that your boss isn’t such an ogre. It seems you two ladies hardly had anything to ask. Grace and what’s your name again?” Grace kicked her when Keisha remained frozen in her seat, unable to find her voice. Ke...” she paused and laughed nervously, pushing the loose strands of her hair behind her ear. “I mean my name is Moesha and I think I’ve heard all the answers to the some really good questions I myself couldn’t have thought of asking.”

Confusion clouded her eyes as she noticed my hesitation. “Moan,” I managed to say, my voice thick with conflicting emotions, as I closed my eyes, trying to block out the intrusive thoughts. Her eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment. “Just moan, call my name,” I commanded, my voice trembling with frustration “Just like that, won’t you do something with me?” Her disbelief was palpable, her words laced with frustration and doubt.

“Eden, where are you? Come out now. They want to make June drink.” Eden immediately became flustered, and he was only able to manage one sentence. “Katie, don’t misunderstand me. I’ll explain to you later when I’m back.” I weakly slid down and sat on the floor. I just let the pain wash over me and drag me into the abyss of hopelessness. Even my breath smelled of blood. I cried in silence. After a long while, laughter from the outside jolted me back. “Did you see Eden caring so much about June?”

"Pa......" "Moon. Call me Moon. Moan and scream my name when i would worship your body. All hot for me. Yeah"? Moon said in a dark tone. Somewhat resembling to Noah. Lexi shivered in anticipation. He wanted to have everything for tonight. If they could have this one night for them, he wanted to spend it all properly.

The word becomes less of a protest and more of a moan. "Dorian. Oh, Dorian." That moan again, the one where she moans my name, is the one that kills me. It’s the one I use to mock her, but it's crazy how insane it makes me, hearing it come out of her mouth. I suck her clit into my mouth, and thrust my fingers inside her until her legs are quivering and she’s calling out my name over and over like it’s the only word in the English language she can remember. I plunge my tongue inside her sweet entrance.

A girl in a pink tutu twirled past me. Yeah, that was me… a younger and brighter me. My mother knelt beside her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Chin up, Jasmine,” she whispered. “You are a Goldwyn.” Jasmine. My name is Jasmine. The images shifted. My father’s laugh echoed through the halls. The boardroom. My signature. The merger. Arnold’s hand in mine. His vows. His lies. His tongue in Joanne’s mouth. The lake house.