Moaning Emoji Novels & Stories

That even the sound of violin seems in a low sound because of my freaking shocking voice. But really? He said it's okay to moan in public. I put down my fork and wipe the corner of my mouth with the table napkin. And look doubly at him. " Do you want me to be more embarrassed huh? It's that what you want Damon the reason why you are schooling me is that it is okay to moan in public? " Damon just smirks at me and drinks his champagne before eyeing me. By the way, he looks at me, there's a mockery in it.

“Don't say anything. There's someone outside. They want to verify if we are really mates. I'll need you to moan for me...” Her eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean?” She mouths. “I need you to moan like I’m fucking your brains out.” Her heart skips a beat. “I... I don't know how.” She stammers. “Really? I can smell that you've done it before. Do it the way you screamed when you had sex for the first time.” Anger brews within me knowing someone has made her moan already. Someone else already took and tasted her first orgasm. “I... I have never.”

Instead, there was this pressure deep inside me, low in my belly, something I had never felt before. My back arched off the bed, and a choked moan escaped my lips. Immediately, my hand flew over my mouth and my eyes snapped wide. What was that sound? Why had I made that sound? Even Zanye froze, staring down at me like he wasn’t sure what he just heard. “Did you just moan?” Damon spoke with his grin wide as he stepped closer. “Zanye must be doing a pretty good job. I’ve never heard that from you before.”

Liam The nightlight casts a trembling golden glow on the walls, like a slow breath. It dances along the curve of Mona’s hips, the hollow of her arched back, the beads of sweat sliding between her shoulder blades. I’m there, kneeling between her spread thighs, my fingers already buried in her damp heat, and I feel her body tighten like a drawn bow beneath my palm. She moans , a rough sound that cracks in her throat , and her fingers dig into the rumpled sheets, twisting them into clenched fists.

I know this is painful, and moaning is about pleasure. I know what the hell moaning is for, and I’m telling you…….mate just moaned. I internally roll my eyes and snake my free hand around to his neck. I grip it tight enough to cut off a bit of his oxygen. I need to anchor myself so I can move. Devonte whimpers, but I swear it isn’t a painful one.

I made a sound that was supposed to be a sound of annoyance but it came out as a moan. That was when the damn final broke and his cold voice rang out. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?"