Moana Music Novels & Stories

"He's fucking Nadia." Silence. "Marcus?" "Address. Now." "I'm fine. I just…" "Elara Vonross, if you don't tell me where you are right now, I will track your phone and show up with a baseball bat and a very bad attitude." I told him. He was there in fifteen minutes. The club was loud and dark and exactly what I needed. Marcus worked at Eclipse, a strip club downtown that pretended to be upscale. He got us into the VIP section, poured me something strong and sweet, and let me sit in silence while dancers moved on stage.

Triana withdrew her gaze from the entrance and perceived the sight of Moana glaring at her. She provocatively smiled at her, waggling her eyebrows up and down. Moana's face twisted up, her expression sour. She stomped her feet and dashed out the door. Clack-Clack-Clack… The sound of her shoes clacking hung in the air. Gayle scowled at Triana and said, "Come with me." He strode out. Triana rolled her eyes, frustrated. But she followed him like an obedient child.

Xavier clasped his arms behind him waiting for an answer. "Hmmm" Stone mumbled as he gently massaged his jaw. "I see what you have there, but there's a problem" Xavier arched his brow at Stone trying to figure out what the problem might be. "Moon works with no one. He is a one-man squad. I will notify him of the situation, but you can continue with your search party while he's on his." He gestured to the girls to continue their massage and immediately Xavier let out a slight bow and took his leave.

Lips on you, by Maroon five. You keep me connected to you like I was your shadow You're giving me answers to all of my questions here on my pillow, oh Can't nothing get in between us, baby We've been waiting on this moment for so long You wanna be reckless, restless, right until tomorrow Wait When I put my lips on you You feel the shivers go up and down your spine for me Make you cry for me When I put my lips on you I hear your voice echoing all through the night for me

Although those against the idea looked to her to rebuke him, Hecate remained quiet as her son overwhelmed the board with his stoic and unbending nature. Ryan leaned into his seat, marking every single individual that bowed their heads. “I don’t care about your prejudice. If our resources are stretched, then stretch them further. If timing seems wrong, then tell the next dying child to wait until it suits our agenda. But this foundation will happen. As long as I’m in the picture, Woods will not be remembered only for moving barrels and ships. We will be remembered for saving lives.” Mr. Omane shifted uncomfortably. Alphonse cleared his throat and looked away. Both men shrank back, their earli

“You want everyone to hear what a filthy little girl you are? Taking your dad’s best friend raw in the hallway?” She moaned. He didn’t give her time to adjust this time. He just gripped her hips and fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her ass every time they met. The music in the hallway was low, almost a humming sound, the only audible sounds were their heavy breathing and the sound of skin meeting skin every other second. His hand reached around to press down on her clit, rubbing circles. She moaned into his hand, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Come around my cock, Camilla.” He ordered. “Show me how much you’ve wanted this.”

“There's something I'm missing. I can feel it.” Morales took a long look at his partner. “You're really going to work another night all alone, huh?” He glanced at his wristwatch, exhaling. “Maria will have your head on a plate.” The Sheriff nodded slowly, mentally envisaging the long conversation he'd have with his wife. Maria McKenna—who was also Morales’s younger sister—was always hassling him for working late nights. Especially now that they were expecting a child. Swallowing, the Sheriff turned to Morales. “I'll talk to her.”

Moana's wary eyes mirrored all the fear and uncertainty that I felt—the responsibilities weighing in on us. Gobsmacked, I just drew her into my arms, enclosing her thin frame with my own limbs, touching but not clutching. Our lips smashed together in a sudden, desperate, bursting kiss; all that was above was forgotten. There was only the heat of two bodies touching, the rhythm of their hearts beating together in tenuous harmony. Moana's hand brushed up my chest, her fingertips tracing the outline of my face so softly it belied the harsh reality that was soon to be a part of our lives. "I'm scared, Theophilus," she whispered above the hum of activity, hardly above audibility.

But that wretched D'Angelo would no doubt be back by daybreak. "I think I have an idea," Moana said at last, "Just straddle his hips, get his rod inside you, and then ride it. There will be pain until your maidenhead breaks, but then it should not hurt so much. Just imagine yourself riding a horse-, stop blushing, Mistress." "I'm not." Moana tried to hide a smile as she said, "You will likely adjust to his method as soon as you are seated. Just remember, his rod needs some kind of movement to give up its seed, and you must provide that movement if he can't."

Mia's POV: I moan as Dylan, moves his hips further and thrusts inside one more time. I bite my lip and massage my clit for the rhythm, I need to bring me to orgasm. He groans and my cries echo in the room when he hits that spot. My hands move to my left breast and I twist my nipple hard as my moans turn louder . I place one of his hand on my cilt for him to squeeze and rotate for a rhythm . "Harder, Dylan" I manage to say as I pant. He presses my clit softly as I play and squeeze the hard and sore buds . He grunts and I know he is going to orgasm soon but I am still not on the edge, The pressure builds and builds while Dylan's hands do a pathetic job of soothing the aching clitoris . I re