Moan My Name Novels & Stories

Deciding silence was the better option, she waited for her turn. When it came, she tumbled into the room, nearly tripping over the threshold. Mr. Bradley, perched behind his desk with his usual ridiculous reading glasses balanced at the tip of his nose, greeted her with an amused smirk. "Please come in, young man," he said, sipping his tea. "Thank you, sir," she rumbled, adopting her best “manly” voice. "And your name?" "My name? I’m… uh… Patrick. Patrick Smith, sir."

Eleven said, she stood beside her father and kept her head down. "What's your name young girl?" One of the men said and Eleven just lowered her head. “Elevens” She said. "You have to show your face when someone asks your name" her father said and Eleven slowly raised her head, she looked at the two men. "Wow Thomas, you keep treasure in your house, I will discuss this with my boss, but I'm not sure he will agree" The man said. Those words made Eleven confused. She had no idea what they were discussing before.

I covered my lips with my hands… fuck, this is so embarrassing, and I had no more drinks, I can’t avoid the dare. “Go on.” He urged, he seemed so ready for it, and I glared at him. “And make sure to use my name while you do it.” “The game didn’t specify, it just told me to moan.” I argued. “I want you to moan my name out loud.” There was no room for compromise in his voice. As stubborn as always, I cleared my throat as I prepared to moan. “Ahh…” I moaned softly. “Louder.” He urged, his voice a little bit raspy.

I don't know if I'll be able to take it or if it will fit. "You just need to moan my name. But in a quiet way."

I moaned without thinking. “Huh?” he said, pausing briefly. “Shawn.” “Huh?" I muttered, confusedly. “My name is Shawn.” he breathed. “Say it. I wanna hear it.” “Shawn…” I whimpered. “Louder.” “Shawn!” I cried, right as my climax shattered through me. My body trembled, clenching tight around him as he growled, losing control, and filling me with every last drop of his seed. My mouth parted in a silent moan, back arching one last time before I collapsed on the bed.

My name where hymns used to live. “Father,” I moan, my nails raking down his arms, my body tightening around him, “I’m so close, please don’t stop, I want to cum with you inside me.” “Say my name,” he pants. “Not Father. My name. I want to hear it when you fall apart.” “Callahan,” I scream, and I shatter around him so hard my vision goes white and my bound wrists yank the stole taut and my pussy clamps down in waves that pull him deeper with every pulse.

moan me. We keep kissing each other lips and get into my room. I threw Ronnie to the bed and sit on her lap “Jeez… you’re so hot” Ronnie says as she slips her hand into my pants. “Ahhh…” I moan. Ronnie starts kissing my lips, we lock into each other lips and she plays her tongue inside my mouth. I moan inside her mouth softly “God…”. She moves and starts kissing my neck… we are both about to make out but someone suddenly gets into my room. “WHAT THE FUCK!” Lena says in anger. I was shocked and then I immediately get up from Ronnie’s lap.

Whenever she moaned loudly all I could think about was how Amara would scream my name. Seeing her moan my name felt like nothing. It was just a mere word but I don't know why I want to hear Amara moaning my name out loud. Even whenever she calls my name it would sound so endearing and so nice. My wolf would howl in excitement whenever she called my name like it meant something. Like it was more than just letters conveniently put together for the sake of giving me an identity. But hearing someone else moaning my name was just so plain, so numb. It did not have any kind of sparks that I always used to feel when Amara just merely whispered it.

Like everyone else, Darby Caughill probably has very good reason to dislike me greatly. But luckily for me, she doesn’t need to like me. She just needs to marry me. I swivel in my desk chair with my cell gripped tightly in my fist. The urge to hurl it at the wall is monstrous. I guess I’ve earned my nicknames. They call me Monster Montague. That or my favorite Lord Lee On Poo, shortened down over the months to Lord Poo. The first has a nice ring to it. I don’t mind it at all. The second irks me, but only because the people who work for me can’t say my last name, which is part of the name of the damn company they work for. They’re calling it Mont-a-gue, not Mon-tag, which is the right way to

His face comes back to the camera. "Let me call back?" I tell him then cut the video call. "Sorry, Monica," I give a rather nervous smile, setting my phone and macchiato aside. "It's Moana." She corrects me, rolling her eyes. "Sorry, Moana," I offer a sheepish grin, "I'm not looking for a friend at the moment?" "I'm guessing because you have too many?" She raises a perfect brow. "Um, yeah, that," I nod anyway, "Way too many."