Scarlet: 1000 Forbidden Touches

My Bestfriend’s sons 4

The hunger between them had grown into something wild and unstoppable. By the fourth day, the cabin felt like their own private world. David’s return was still delayed, and none of them wanted to think about it. Marcus and Sophia had crossed every line already, but now the cravings ran even deeper. They wanted to explore each other with zero boundaries, to push pleasure until it blurred everything else.

That morning started slow but quickly turned intense. Sophia woke up between soft sheets, her body already aching for more. Marcus was beside her, eyes dark with need. He reached into the drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a long silk scarf she’d left hanging on the chair the day before. It was soft and smooth, perfect for what he had in mind.

“Hands together, baby,” he said, voice low and commanding.

Sophia’s pulse raced as she held her wrists out in front of her. Marcus wrapped the scarf around them lightly, tying a simple knot that kept her bound but not too tight. He lifted her arms and hooked them over the top of the wooden headboard, stretching her out on her back. She was completely exposed—breasts rising and falling fast, legs slightly parted, her p***y already glistening with arousal.

Marcus stood back for a moment, just looking at her. “f**k, you look so good like this,” he murmured. “All tied up and dripping, waiting for me.”

He started the teasing slowly, making it last for what felt like hours. His mouth found her neck first, kissing and sucking lightly while his hands roamed over her body. He cupped her breasts, rolling her n*****s between his fingers until they were hard and sensitive. Then he moved lower, trailing kisses down her stomach, over her hips, and along her inner thighs. He deliberately avoided her p***y at first, licking and biting the sensitive skin nearby until Sophia was squirming and pulling at the scarf.

“Marcus… please,” she whispered, her voice already breathy.

“Not yet,” he said with a wicked smile. “I want to hear you beg.”

His tongue finally dragged through her slick folds in one long, slow stroke. Sophia gasped, her hips lifting off the bed. He licked her again and again—lazy, thorough strokes that circled her swollen c**t before dipping lower to taste her entrance. Two thick fingers slid inside her, curling slowly while his mouth worked her c**t. Every time she got close to the edge, he pulled back just enough to let the pleasure fade, then started building it all over again.

He kept her on that delicious edge for a long time—licking, sucking, fingering her deep and slow. He added a third finger, stretching her gently while his tongue flicked fast over her c**t. Sophia was shaking, sweat beading on her skin, her moans turning into desperate pleas.

“Please… I need to come. Marcus, please let me come on your tongue.”

Only then did he give her what she wanted. He sealed his mouth over her c**t and sucked harder, fingers thrusting deep and fast. Sophia came with a loud cry, her body bowing off the bed as intense waves of pleasure ripped through her. Her thighs trembled violently around his head, but Marcus didn’t stop. He kept licking and fingering her through every pulse until she was gasping and oversensitive.

He finally rose, untied the scarf from the headboard but left her wrists bound. He flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her hips up so she was on her knees. Then he pushed his thick c**k inside her in one powerful thrust. The raw stretch made her moan loudly. He f****d her hard and deep, one hand gripping her hip while the other reached around to rub her c**t again. Their eyes met when he turned her head to the side—raw, intense eye contact as he hit every sensitive spot inside her.

“You’re so f*****g wet for me,” he growled, pounding into her. “This tight little p***y was made to take my cock.”

“Don’t stop,” Sophia gasped, pushing back against him. “f**k me harder. I need it deeper.”

He gave her exactly that. The s*x turned sweaty and loud, skin slapping together, her desperate moans mixing with his deep groans. They tried everything that day.

Sophia climbed on top in reverse cowgirl. She faced away from him so he could watch his thick c**k slide in and out of her as she rode him. Marcus groaned at the view, his hands gripping her ass and spreading her cheeks so he could see better. She bounced faster, grinding down hard while he thrust up to meet her.

Later, he lifted her against the cabin wall like she weighed nothing. Sophia’s legs wrapped tight around his waist as he thrust up into her, gravity helping him sink even deeper. Her back pressed against the rough wood while her body bounced on his c**k. She came again like that, crying out his name as her walls fluttered and clenched around him.

They moved back to the bed for long, tangled sessions. Marcus ate her out again while she stroked his c**k, then she sucked him deep, tasting herself on his length. They f****d in every position they could think of—her riding him slow and grinding, him taking her from behind while she gripped the headboard, missionary so they could kiss deeply between moans.

Dirty talk flowed freely, making everything hotter.

“You’re so f*****g wet for me,” Marcus rasped, driving into her. “This p***y grips me so tight.”

“Take it deeper, baby,” Sophia moaned back. “Fill me up. I want to feel you come inside me.”

They spent the whole day in bed, coming multiple times. Sophia lost count somewhere after the fourth orgasm. Each one left her shaking and breathless, but the hunger never faded. Their skin burned wherever it touched, like electricity ran between them. Nothing else existed outside that room—just the raw, electric connection of two bodies that couldn’t get enough.

By evening they lay exhausted and tangled in the sheets, sweat cooling on their skin. Marcus’s hand still stroked lazily over her hip while Sophia traced patterns on his chest. Their breathing slowly returned to normal, but the heat between them still simmered, ready to flare up again at any moment.

No boundaries. No limits. Just pure, deep cravings that kept pulling them back together, again and again, like their bodies were made to burn for each other.