Moan My Name Novels & Stories

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."

The way she pronounced my name had me extremely nervous but I had to center myself for the sake of Monroe. "I'm sorry for calling but it's Monroe. I know you said to call me if I ever needed anything and I know people mostly say that as I kind gesture but I -" Fuck, I'm rambling. "Tobias." I could hear the discontent in her voice. "Tobias, calm down okay? Breathe." And just like she told me, I did. "Now what happened?"

Why do I do this to myself? I shake my head trying to get rid of the sounds of her moans and the bed squeaking out of my mind; it was all quite theatrical. I can tell they have done this before. I’m about to say something when he looks over her shoulder and realizes I am standing there behind them frozen. He has a look on his face I have never seen before. Maybe it’s guilt or shame? “Hello? Willow are you even listening to me?” She asks saving me from myself.

I cried out, trying hard not to say his name, but after all my struggle, the moan slipped past my lips anyway, "Oh, Jacob!" "Keep saying my name like that, baby," he spoke against my folds, his voice sending electric shocks through my body. "Moan for me." As always, my body obeyed, and I moaned his name, burying my face into the mattress to muffle the sound, but it came out too fucking loud anyway. Jacob slapped my ass, biting each cheek, leaving marks before diving back into my soaking, aching pussy. "Fuck! You taste so good!"

I turn back to Jess, “Moan, his name and mine while I prepare myself, babe. The name is Savannah” I climb the remaining stairs with a devilish grin on my lips. I look down to see Jess packing up, Dominic's mouth is moving, but she isn't listening. I smirk. Savannah 2 Dominic 1

It is a sign of successful soul awakening. "Did you feel it?" Hana asked. Moan's eyes filled with tears and replied, "I swear there is a goddess on high, this is the happiest moment of my life. Master Hana, I have found my strength, it is extremely special," Hana asked eagerly, "What is it?" Moan winked mischievously at Hana and said, "Please pay attention to what I'm going to do later." Moan finished speaking and disappeared in front of Hana, under where Moan stood there appeared a hole just enough for a person to enter. In the blink of an eye Moan suddenly appear in front of Hana's mansion door. Moan's hands waved repeatedly, "I'm here."