Sophie Powers Nude Novels & Stories

I’m here all night if you need me. Back on the couch Nate noticed my smile. “Your online friend again?” “Yeah,” I said. “He gets me when the pressure feels crushing.” Nate’s voice dropped. “I wish I could be that person for you too. Without all the cameras. Without these cuffs.” Our eyes met. His free hand came up and traced my jaw gently. “You’re beautiful when you drop the walls, Ivy.” Heat rushed through me. “Don’t say stuff like that. Not when we’re stuck this close.”

I knew I should stop. Sophia lay completely helpless on her bed — wrists locked in fuzzy handcuffs to the headboard, legs spread wide and tied to the bedposts, her tight little pussy glistening and completely exposed. The tiny tank top had ridden up, revealing her perky breasts and hard pink nipples. She was dripping. A thin string of her arousal stretched from her swollen lips to the sheets below. My cock throbbed painfully in my pants. “ Daddy… please,” she whimpered, hips twitching. “I need to cum so bad…”

He makes me understand without saying a word: the power is his, always. I tremble. My breathing quickens. My hands, which had been frozen on my thighs, start to move on their own, hesitantly, seeking to cross that forbidden border. "Show me," he commands then. "Show me what your body already knows… that you belong to me."

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”

Those words could hurt. Emily's comment caught my attention. "Luke and Emma work like machines, no time to breathe. Sophie's the free spirit. I hear she's planning another exhibition - wonder what she'll shock everyone with this time." Sophie was famous for provocative art, including a controversial self-portrait. The nude captured her with innocent eyes but sensual pose, a study in desired beauty. It drew crowds at her exhibition. The likeness was so striking that anyone who knew Sophie could recognize her.

"Alright. Patrick apologized. Evelyn, can you stop making this into a big deal now? Stop talking about dissolving the mate bond. I know you're just upset and don't really mean it, so quit saying things like that." Before I could respond, Natalia's phone chimed with a new message. She pulled out her phone and started typing rapidly across the screen. Right after that, Patrick's smartwatch buzzed twice. Over the next moments, the smartwatch and the phone kept chiming one after another. Patrick had a sly smile tugging at his lips and even snuck a glance in my direction. My heart dropped. I realized then that they might be messaging each other in secret. Could my own pup really be teaming up wit

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!

No one stared; this was Velvet Sin. Then Sofie appeared. Sofie petite, tanned, jet-black hair down to her ass, perky natural tits, and a wicked smile was one of Jade’s closest friends in the club. She’d just finished her own set on the side stage and was still naked, skin glistening, pussy lips puffy from her own earlier play. She climbed the steps without a word, hips rolling, and the DJ seamlessly blended the track into something even dirtier. Sofie pressed up behind Jade at the pole, hands sliding around to cup those heavy fake tits, pinching the nipples hard. Jade arched back into her, moaning low as Sofie’s lips found her neck, sucking and biting.

The mattress dipping beside me. I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Then her voice—barely a whisper, trembling just enough to make my cock twitch against my thigh. “Please don’t make me leave.” I roll over slowly. Sophie is kneeling on the edge of the bed in nothing but an oversized band tee—mine, actually, one I left here last summer—and white cotton panties that ride high on her hips. No bra. Her nipples are already peaked against the thin cotton. Hair messy from sleep (or nerves). Cheeks flushed. Eyes wide and glassy like she’s been crying or touching herself or both.

A thick strand of her wetness stretched between her thighs as the fabric came away. “Jesus Christ, you’re soaked,” I muttered, voice thick with hunger. Sophia stepped out of her clothes, now completely naked in front of me. Athletic, strong, and so fucking feminine. Her pussy was perfectly shaved, lips puffy and flushed dark pink. I shoved my own shorts and boxers down. My thick, veiny cock sprang free, heavy and rock-hard. It bobbed in the air, the fat head glistening with pre-cum. Sophia’s eyes locked onto it, her lips parting in clear hunger.