Sofia Carson Hot Novels & Stories

I couldn't stop releasing heavy breaths while he was filling me in--- hard and fast. My back was scratching the ground a little roughly. He seemed to notice it so he pulled out, making me somehow dismayed. He sat on the corner and leaned his back on the stone. He gestured for me to sit on his lap. "Put it inside you," he breathed out, burning my body more with his hot freaking voice. I wrapped my hand around his huge manhood and bit my lower as I put it inside me. "Oh, fuck!" He looked up with his eyes closed and lips kinda parted. He was freaking damn hot and his moans were such a bolt of lightning waking my chest. He gripped my waist and guided me as I moved up and down. "Oh, you're so goo

I thought I was going to lose my shit right then, she is so hot. Sofia sucked on my lower lip, then broke the kiss long enough to slowly kiss her way down my neck. Her hot breath and kisses blazed a trail down my body, and she pushed my shirt out of her way. When she was at the waistband of my shorts, she looked up at me with her gorgeous eyes full of longing. Christ, she was sexy. "Noah" she whispered in a moan. I slid one hand down to caress her cheek while she looked up at me. She leaned into my hand, letting me stroke her skin with my thumb.

“Get ready. We have a serious meeting with the Sinaloa crew tonight. Wear something that shows you’re my wife but also my fucktoy. No panties.” Sofia chose a tight black dress that clung to her body like a second skin. The hem barely reached the middle of her thighs. Deep cleavage that showed the tops of her breasts. Heels that made her ass look round and fuckable. Diego nodded in approval, clipped the thin silver leash to her collar, and led her out.

“Come for me, wife. Come on my cock like the dirty little girl you are for me.” Sofia shattered. She tried to muffle her cry against her arm but failed completely, moaning his name loudly as her orgasm ripped through her. Luca followed right behind, burying himself deep and groaning as he filled her with hot pulses of his release. They stayed locked together for a long moment, breathing hard. When they finally emerged, Sofia’s legs were unsteady. Her cheeks burned crimson. Two saleswomen were waiting politely outside, clearly having heard everything. One was blushing, the other trying very hard not to smile.

A full, noisy laugh, all tiny teeth and unreasonable confidence. I power-walked several yards behind them, phone in hand, one earbud in, our group FaceTime open, and my lungs already reminding me that saving Pilates videos in a folder titled Start Next Week did not improve cardiovascular health through intention alone. On-screen, Sofia appeared against the Egyptian desert, wearing a field hat, her dark hair braided and her skin lit by the sun in a way that made her look like an archaeologist in an expensive movie who was about to fall in love with a deeply problematic professor.

He needed this woman so badly. Sofia blushed at his stare. " It's cooler here." She said in a small voice. " Do you prefer to be cool?" His voice was low and seductive. Sofia nodded, hypnotized. " No, I think I'd catch a cold if I don't get warm." Gil went down quickly. He put the car to self-park and then went back up; he flicked the hair away from her face, pressed himself against Sofia, and gave her a hot kiss.

the first voice admitted, heavy with dread. Silence. Then, a voice I could recognize even in my dreams — Sofia Carson. "I can't fail, guys. My grandma’s going to kill me. We had a deal — she lets me party if I don’t fail any assessments." Her panic was desperate. I knew her voice because I’d noticed her from day one at college — those bouncy brown eyes, the spring-clear amber glint in them, the small face that could make angels jealous. She had two friends whose names I never cared to learn. But Sofia — she pulled me in from the start.

Sofia, swinging the latest smartphone in her hand, pointed at the maliciously zoomed-in photo and bent over with laughter. "Carter, look at her. She's hideous." "That twisted expression... doesn't exactly scream future Donna of the Rossi family, does she? Honestly, it's a turn-off." At her words, Carter raised an eyebrow. He was fiddling with an expensive lighter as he looked at the meme Sofia had just sent to his phone. "See the lengths I go to for you?" "To be honest, I didn't want you seeing such a bloody scene. But since you wanted to film it as a memento, I let you have your way."

He said softly, but then raised his hand and smirked, “Hold that thought. I need to use the restroom quickly.” I nodded as he turned and left, then leaned back into my chair, and that was when I saw his phone on the table, vibrating. Instinctively, I leaned in to see who it was, and slowly my eyes widened and my heart leapt as I saw the name on the screen, but the message was even more horrific. “I miss you, Dame. Last week was fun. Let’s do it again.” ‘Sofia Carson?’ The name crossed my mind. I knew it sounded familiar. Immediately, my thoughts raced, and I couldn’t help but wonder.

Sofia laughed softly, her cheeks flushing at the way he looked at her—like she was the only woman in the world. "Are you sure we have time for this?" she asked playfully. "You’re already looking at me like you want to skip the club altogether." "Tempting," Aaron murmured, pulling her closer. He leaned down to kiss her, his lips lingering on hers. "But I promised you a night out. And I plan to make it unforgettable." Sofia smiled against his lips, her excitement bubbling over. "Good. Let’s go." --- The club was an exclusive hotspot, hidden in the heart of the city. As their car pulled up to the entrance, they were greeted by a line of people waiting to get inside. The bass from the music insi