Aviva Sofia Hot Novels & Stories

What is it about this hellion that turns me the fuck on? I like petite. She’s not even close. I like soft. Sofia is rock hard, especially with her muscles straining beneath me. She’s nothing like Savannah. At least my wife had a brain in her head. Sofia is more wrath than calculation. Savannah used her woman’s gifts to gain just about anything she wanted. It worked every time. This woman spits vinegar with a world-class right hook to back it up. I’m aware of Red watching us with interest. I know she’s also aware of my hard dick. If she smirks, I’ll fucking carry her to the front room and toss her through the window. It will accomplish what needs doing with some added blood and pain involved.

Arthur says pulling Sofia and I with him to sit on the couch. He brings us both drinks and plops down in the middle of us. "Met about you two years ago in Paris and fell in love instantly." Arthur says and Sofia nods yes smiling lovingly at him. My heart does a somersault, I didn't think Sofia was with anyone bedside Jake and two years ago she was dating Jake so all this is a little confusing. But then Sofi being in a relationship doesn't stop Arthur, of course. He can find a chick anywhere. Take him to a convent and he'd seduce a nun. Take him to a funeral and he'd be banging the grieving widow in the bathroom. Dude's a slut.

Sofiya grabbed Ava's hand and placed it over her tummy. "Hi, Valeralyn." Ava whispered thickly and then gasped. "I think she likes the name." She must have kicked. "We do too." Vladimir smiled. Ava threw her arms around Sofiya's neck and hugged her before she hugged Vladimir. All of us congratulated the happy couple and then finally bid goodbyes before we left to finally go home. The sad mood that Ava was in since after Javier left was replaced by a happy one which pleased me greatly. I knew she was eager to leave this place and return back home.