Scarlet: 1000 Forbidden Touches

My Bestfriend’s son 2

The next morning, the cabin felt different. The air was thick with unspoken desire, every glance carrying extra weight. Sophia woke up alone in her bed, but the faint ache between her legs reminded her of Marcus inside her the night before. She smiled to herself and headed to the kitchen.

Marcus was already there, flipping eggs at the stove. When she walked in wearing a loose tank top and tiny cotton shorts, his eyes swept over her body—lingering on her bare legs and the way her n*****s poked against the thin fabric. She loved the heat in his stare. It made her feel powerful and wanted.

They tried to keep things normal. Breakfast was simple—eggs, toast, and coffee on the deck. They talked about the lake and her college plans, but every look felt loaded. Sophia caught him watching the sway of her hips when she stood up to refill her mug. She made sure to bend over a little extra when picking something up, knowing his eyes were glued to her ass.

After breakfast they headed down to the small private beach by the lake. The sun was warm, the water inviting. Sophia changed into a skimpy red bikini that barely covered her curves. She could feel both Marcus’s attention and the thrill of being watched as she stretched out on a towel. He sat nearby in swim trunks, pretending to read a book, but his gaze kept drifting to her breasts and the way the bikini bottoms hugged her p***y. She loved how he couldn’t stop staring. It sent little sparks of heat straight to her core.

By afternoon the tension had built to the point where they could barely stand it. They went back inside for cold drinks. The moment they stepped into the kitchen and the door clicked shut, Marcus moved.

He pressed her against the counter without a word, his hard body pinning her in place. His mouth found her neck, kissing and sucking gently while one hand slid under her sundress. He pushed her panties aside and cupped her already wet p***y. Two thick fingers stroked through her slick folds before sliding deep inside her.

Sophia gasped, her head falling back. Marcus fingered her slowly and skillfully, curling his fingers against that perfect spot while his thumb circled her swollen c**t. At the same time, his other hand pushed her top up, exposing her breasts. He squeezed and played with them, rolling her n*****s between his fingers until they were tight and aching.

She was trapped between the counter and his body, overwhelmed by his touch. The pleasure built fast. Sophia bit her lip hard to stay quiet, her hips rocking against his hand as wet sounds filled the kitchen. Marcus kept kissing her neck, whispering hot against her skin, “That’s it… come for me.”

She did—quiet but intense. Her body shook against him, p***y clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure rolled through her. She had to grip his shoulders to stay upright, breathing fast and shaky.

Marcus slowly pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, eyes locked on hers with raw hunger. They both knew this was only the beginning.

That night, they couldn’t wait any longer.

After dinner, Marcus took her hand and led her straight to the master bedroom—the big one with the king-sized bed that overlooked the lake. The room was dim, lit only by the moonlight coming through the windows. He laid her down on her back in the center of the bed, pushing her dress up and stripping her panties off.

Marcus climbed between her legs first. He thrust into her deep and slow, filling her completely with his thick c**k. Sophia moaned loudly, wrapping her legs around his waist as he rocked into her with long, steady strokes. Every thrust hit deep, making her toes curl.

Then Ethan—no, wait, this is still Marcus and Sophia. He kept f*****g her slow and deep while she moaned beneath him, her hands gripping the sheets.

They switched when the need grew stronger. Sophia pushed him onto his back and climbed on top. She sank down onto his c**k, taking him all the way, then started riding him—grinding hard, rolling her hips so she could feel every inch. Marcus gripped her ass tight, helping her move faster, his groans mixing with her desperate moans.

The room filled with the sounds of raw s*x—wet skin slapping together, her loud moans, his deep groans of pleasure. They changed positions again and again. He took her from behind, one hand in her hair as he thrust hard and deep. Then back to missionary so he could look into her eyes while pounding into her.

Sophia came multiple times, lost in the overwhelming pleasure. The first orgasm hit while she was riding him, her body shaking as she ground down hard. The second came when he was behind her, his c**k hitting that perfect spot with every powerful thrust. Each climax left her trembling and gasping, but the hunger never faded.

Marcus finally followed, burying himself deep inside her with a rough groan. He came hard, filling her with hot pulses while her walls squeezed around him, milking every drop.

They collapsed together on the big bed, sweaty and breathing hard, bodies still tangled. Marcus pulled her close, his hand lazily stroking her back as they caught their breath. Even in the afterglow, their skin still tingled wherever they touched.

Sophia knew her dad’s return was getting closer, but lying there with Marcus’s c*m slowly leaking out of her, she only felt one thing.

She was completely addicted. And she wanted even more.