Loud Moaning Novels & Stories

My sister had just left for her night shift when Ethan cornered me in the hallway, voice low and rough: “You’ve been teasing me for weeks. Stop pretending you don’t want this.” I meant to push him away. Instead I whispered, “Then take it.” Seconds later he pinned me against the wall, shoved my panties aside, and drove his thick cock deep into my dripping pussy in one brutal thrust. As he pounded into me, the filthy realization slammed through my mind — I never knew my sister’s husband’s cock was this fucking good… ughh. My pussy clenched hard around him, wetness flooding down his shaft. Guilt tried to hit, but I only rolled my hips faster, moaning shamelessly as I took every inch like the forbidden slut I had just become. That was the night I let my sister’s husband fuck me senseless. Now I crave the man I’m not supposed to touch… and I don’t know how to stop.

I never meant to fall for my boyfriend’s father. When I caught Liam cheating and ran to his family mansion for answers, the last thing I expected was to end up pinned against his father’s desk, moaning Diego Ramos’ name while his fingers ruined me. Diego is everything Liam isn’t — powerful, ruthless, and dangerously addictive. The billionaire CEO is twice my age, my boss, and completely off-limits. But after one forbidden kiss, one stolen night in my childhood bedroom, I can’t stop craving the man who makes me scream “Daddy” while my family is downstairs. Now Liam is back with a fiancée on his arm, demanding his parents play happy family for appearances. His mother is threatening to destroy everything. And the worst part? I don’t feel guilty anymore. Because every time Diego looks at me like he wants to claim me, I realize the truth: I was never meant to be Liam’s. I was always meant to be his father’s dirty little secret.

Warning: Dark and BDSM theme story which involves highly adult content in the beginning. A naive maid who worked for two domineering billionaire brothers was attempting to hide from them because she had heard that if their lustful eyes fell on any woman, they made her their slave and owned her mind, body, and soul. What if she one day came across them? Who would hire her to serve as his personal maid? Who would control her body? Whose heart would she rule? Who would she fall in love with? Who would she despise? *** “Please don’t punish me. I’ll be on time next time. It is just that-“ “If next time you speak without my permission, I’ll shut you up with my shaft.” My eyes enlarge, listening to his words. *** “You belong to me, Kitten.” He pounds into me hard and fast, going deeper into me with his every thrust. “I… be…long.. to you, Master…” I’m just moaning insanely, clenching my hands behind my back.

This is what we do. We fight, we fuck, and we pretend it's fixed. He rips his shirt over his head, the sound of tearing fabric loud in the silence. And I freeze. My hands, which were reaching for him, stop. There. Coiling over his ribs, wrapping around his side, crawling up toward his heart, is an identical replica of Madilyn’s tattoo. "Charlie," he breathes, but it doesn't sound like his voice. His hands are rough, grabbing my hips. One hand slides, pressing hard against my stomach. No. The baby. My baby.

Natasha Harkins, the daughter of the alpha of  Blackheart Pack was asked by her father to marry Alpha Redd Larson of the Whitesword Pack. Why? Because that alpha could only save their business and the orphanage she was managing. She wouldn't allow it. She had a mate for crying out loud! It was another alpha from another pack—Alpha Ali.  She thought everything was alright between Alpha Ali and her but he suddenly called her one night saying, "I, Ali Stevens, reject Natasha Harkins as my mate.” Would she be forced to accept Alpha Redd's marriage proposal now?

My boyfriend, Blake Finch, has passed out drunk on the bed. All I hear is his loud snores. But his roommate, Dylan Olson, begins to scoot closer to me. I can feel scorching heat rolling off his body. "Giselle, what should we do now that Blake is asleep?" A mix of embarrassment and a quiet thrill shoots through my veins, making my throat go dry. "No… Ah… Don't do this… He's going to wake up…" As soon as my voice falls, I feel a hand rest on my butt. Soon, it starts groping me.

Shaun never expected to walk into his father in law beating his cock and moaning his name. He was shocked to say the least, not only because of what he saw but because he thought Thom hated him. For years, Shaun has tried to earn the approval of his father-in-law, Thom, but nothing ever seems to be enough. Every effort is met with quiet rejection, every attempt at connection met with distance that feels deliberate, controlled, and impossible to ignore. When Nancy, Shaun's wife, encourages Shaun to join Thom, her brother Jake and a few of Thom's friend's on a hunting trip, she believes time away from the pressures of work and family might finally ease the tension between the two men. Shaun agrees, seeing it as one last attempt to fix what has been broken for years. What emerges is not reconciliation, but something far more complicated—an emotional war built on control, repression, and truths neither man has ever faced. The trip was supposed to mend a fractured relationship. But instead, it uncovers a devastating truth and started a very dangerous game that threatens to destroy everyone.

After eighteen years of wandering alone, I looked like a tomboy covered in dirt when I was found and brought home. Just as I was about to shower, there was a loud scream in the bathroom. The fake heiress rushed out. She pushed me down before she threw herself into Mom’s arms and cried. “He… He peeped on me while I was showering. He even tried to touch me inappropriately!” Mom was furious, and Dad raised his arm to punch me. My brother was so enraged that he even wanted to throw me out! However, I was a girl! Did they forget that the child they lost was a girl?

Tanya A year. That’s how long I lie in a hospital bed, unmoving and aware. Then one day, my eyes pop open, and my world comes back into view, but it’s a world of unknowns. When I wake from my coma, I have no idea who I am or what happened to me. I thought the worst thing was the unknown, but the truth is, knowing can be just as bad. If not worse. The knowing allowed me to know the danger I’m in. Bryce When my wife left, my world was turned upset down. I did the only thing I was left with: fight. That was a fight for the woman lying in the hospital bed, and after a year, we won. She woke up, but her memories of her life and everyone were missing. It was up to me to help her, and that’s what I did. While helping her, a pull developed between. A pull that has me dreaming about her moaning my name and crawling on the sheets as we make our bodies one. Little did I know while making her mine and helping her that her memories were the real danger.

On the bed in a train's compartment, I find myself getting pinned beneath my best friend's boyfriend, Gaston Walters. Our bodies are firmly glued to each other. I don't have any strength left in me, so I can only let Gaston do whatever he wants to me. Soon, I feel him turning me on. My husband, Stevie Murray's loud snores drift from the bunk bed above our heads. That's when Gaston slowly slides his hand beneath my blanket before hiking my nightgown upward. "Wow, you're so wet…"