Moaning Mess Novels & Stories

I couldn’t help it. I moaned. A full, shameless, guttural moan. “Mmmmmmhh...oh, goddess... that’s so...” Jace stared at me. I froze mid-chew, eyes wide. “What?” His eyebrows shot up. “You just...” he tilted his head. “You moaned.” “I did not.” “You definitely did. Like… like a girl.” My heart stopped cold in my chest. I swallowed hard. Almost choked. “No, I didn’t.”

Meanwhile Anu turned on the faucet and water started falling from the shower head. "We'll bath from the tub."I told him. "Tub? But I like it this way." "Am the one giving orders tonight, you should reserve your orders for another day."I teased. Everything was going on so well before Anu passed out on touching my fruit. "Anu. Anu. Can you hear me dear?"I called but he couldn't respond. With so much fear I ran downstairs screaming.."mother.. father.." "What's the matter dear?" Smith asked. He was the only one who seemed at least because everyone else was totally drunk.

It was almost as much of a wreck as her best friend. "Damon, it's been two days. The entire station is going to shit" Moni said as she stared at her best friend, who completely ignored her. She turned on her heal and stormed into his bathroom, turning the shower on before pulling her wings out on her right hip. She marched back into his bedroom and flung the covers back. Gripping the neck of his t-shirt she dragged him from the bed ignoring the snarl that ripped from him. She smirked when his feet couldn't find purchase on the slippery tiles as she dragged him into the bathroom, bodily shoving him into the shower.

Mona is still standing there in her usual short slutty dress, looking at me. I raise a brow at her. "Did I stutter? She looked at East. "I'll call you later" he said to her and she nod, pecked his cheek before walking away. Her annoying perfume makes me wanna punch her in the face. I look at East. "What is it?" He asked relaxing on the seat like a jerk. "It's not up to ten minutes I left here with the girl you caused to pass out and you are having yourself deep inside Mona's fucking mouth?"

The sound of a bed frame hitting the wall. No one else was in the house. Dylan was home and Moana was home and Richard was still at his board meeting with his very important client. And that voice. That voice was Moana's. I knew my daughter's voice. I had heard her laugh and cry and shout and whisper and sing in the shower. I knew every register, every pitch, every tone. That was her. My daughter. Moaning. In someone's bedroom. The moans were coming from Dylan's room.

Clang. Mona's sword broke in half and fell to the ground. The arrow aimed directly at Moan's face, and a muffled scream sounded. Moan closed his eyes tightly, ready for the terrible thing to come. The people behind them rushed up to protect Moan in the middle, using whatever weapon they were holding in their hands. But they all failed to break the path of the arrow. The panicked group hugged each other like bees trying to protect their nests.

Monster They couldn't even give me one day. Surely it wasn't too much to ask for. One day where I didn't have to deal with any crap. It wasn't even my crap I was continuously wading through but everyone else’s. Ever since I had agreed to seduce Angela for Gio, my life had been a never-ending shit show and I was fed up with it.

” Becca ~”I'm glad, at least I don't have to listen to moaning. For some stupid reason I start to blush. Mason ~”And the red cheeks?” Becca ~”Don't even think about it.” Mason ~”About what?” Becca ~”Teasing me.” Mason ~”That was not what I was thinking about.” Becca ~”What were you thinking about?” Mason ~”Can I show you?” Becca ~”Am I going to like it?” Mason ~”Let me show you and you can decide.”

With the head deliciously dragging his insides, out-of-this-world pleasure surged through both of us, but he moaned, "Oh god...yeah...yeah...fuck me...ahhhh like that...deeeeep...deeeeeppp like thattttt!" His moaning was intense, like it was all a new experience, but it wasn't...he just needed it really bad...and we both knew he'd need it again...again...and again. Adam was totally hooked on cock and moaning, "Shit that...feels so....fuck yeah...feels so fuckin' gooooood...so deep...yeah deep!" I groaned, driving my cock into his lean, muscled body, "Fuccckkkk...Adam...oh yeah...yer one hell of a lay...ahhhh...ahhhh...but we need to save some for Marty!"

I wanted to say I was sorry. But the moment I opened my mouth, I started laughing instead. My laughter was sharp and grating, like nails dragging across a chalkboard. The steel needles churned wildly in my brain. The pain overwhelmed me, and everything went black. The memory cut off. The comments exploded. [He's already this vicious at seven. If he's not born bad, then what is he?] [Just get rid of him already. People like this are nothing but trouble.] [Being a single mom is already hard enough, and she ends up with a kid like this. Even I feel bad watching it.]