Sophie Lawson Nudes Novels & Stories

Sophie is a lover of bread; loves to play golf, and would have been a model if she hadn't become so engrossed in the corporate world. She has built a life for herself, a brand, an appearance, like the ten different red thongs she ordered last night with some Saint Laurent chic blazers. “What?” I asked after seeing her reaction. “Talking sex really throws you off.” “And why on earth should I be talking sex with you?” I had fifty ready responses to that; all different shades of me but I chose to remain quiet. “You did well with the reporters, kept your mouth shut and it looked nice.” “Are you insulting me?”

Navier was hugging her! “W-What…?” “Yeah, Sophia, answer that question for me because I don’t really know, too. I mean, come on! This is the first time I see you with men—hot men, for that matter!” She unbelievingly lets out a breath before taking her tablet and biting to her bread. She zoomed into the pictures and, without a doubt, these were all taken in the first place because Lindon and Navier both look like some real models who were ripped out of the magazines!

34: Sated > Beautiful. Sophie is simply gorgeous and slender with flawless skin. I can see her pussy through the see-through fabric. It’s smooth and hairless. Ever since the day she stumbled into my bed drunk and naked, I have been craving to touch her soft skin. Her body demands gentleness, but I am far from the mindset. I stalk closer to her and tear her lingerie from the middle to bring her breasts out. She yelps, then whines, “I liked that one!”

That's despicable! William laughed, unfazed by her anger. "Oh, come on, Sophia. I want to show you off. And Andrew here is a talented artist. I'm sure he can capture your beauty better than any photograph." Andrew shifted uncomfortably, feeling like a voyeur. He didn't want to be a part of this sick game, but he didn't want to disobey William either. Sophia's face went pale as William insisted that Andrew should paint her nude. She couldn't believe that he would force her to do something so humiliating and degrading.

“I have tolerated every shitty thing you’ve thrown my way, but you do not get to lay hands on me or I swear I’ll beat your damned ass black and blue!” Luciano looked mortified. I most likely shocked the anger out of him. I would have laughed at the sight if I wasn’t so tense. He parted his lips to say something but the door flew open and in walked his flavor for the week. Some witch named Sophie. She had to have done plastic surgery because there was no one with eyes as wide as bambi’s on the fucking earth. And they were blue too! She was wire thin but somehow had two gigantic melons on her chest and hips that were definitely enhanced.

Lila rose on trembling legs the moment I spoke her name. The slim redhead with the freckles scattered across her collarbone and the small, high breasts that barely filled a handful. She had been watching Sophia’s interview with wide eyes and parted lips, her fingers still buried between her thighs, circling her clit in slow, unconscious strokes. Now she stood naked in the centre of the studio, her long legs shaking slightly, her pale skin flushed pink from neck to thighs. Her pussy was a neat, trimmed strip of copper hair above smooth, swollen lips already glistening with her own arousal. She looked fragile. Delicate. Like a porcelain doll someone had dared to break.

Like we're all inside some giant, glittering creature, and it's swallowing us whole. Sophie is dancing on the couch. When did Sophie get on the couch? Her heels are somewhere else—abandoned, forgotten—and her hair has come undone from its perfect chignon, spilling down her back in dark waves. She looks like a painting. Like something you'd see in a museum with a title like "Woman Untethered" or "Joy, Unfiltered." "I LOVE THIS SONG!" she screams. "WHAT SONG?" Scarlett screams back. "ALL OF THEM! EVERY SONG!"

Blue eyes sharp and intelligent, the sexy mouth curled in a small smile, powerful body relaxed. Maybe that was what hurt most. Because he seemed untouched and I might look the same but I was nothing like the girl he had destroyed. A stunning slim blonde stood beside him with one manicured hand resting possessively on his arm. Tiffany Lawson. Soap actress. Media darling. Daughter of Edward Lawson, owner of Lawson Broadcasting Network. She was beautiful. Polished. In a daring designer dress that hugged her curves and a satusfied smile playing on her scarlet tinted lips. The kind of woman who belonged beside powerful men in public.

Alice excused herself and went to the next room to make the call to the reporter, leaving Sofia with the Lawson's. Sofia felt eyes on her exposed legs and turned to find Noah checking her out like she was the food on his menu. Her blood curled and she felt like slapping the smug look off his face. The only one who could look at her in that manner was Ethan and no one else. "What do you want?" She snarled getting Lily's attention. Lily moved her calculative eyes between them, wondering what had made Sofia snap like that. "My throat is parched just by staring at you, may I get something to drink?" Noah said passing his tongue over his lips.

Lennon slammed the door shut, which frightened Sophie. She bellowed, “What is the meaning of this?! I’m here to talk business! Don’t you dare do anything fishy!” “Ms. Song, you are here already. Why keep wearing the mask on your face?” Theo scoffed. “We’ll satisfy all your needs tonight!” Sophie was in her work attire, which highlighted her slender physique. Her beautiful face flushed due to anger and her eyes were burning with the flames of irritation. Her angry look aroused the two of them even more.