Forbidden Favors

Chapter 1: The Late-Night Bargain

The night was thick with tension when my phone buzzed on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with a text from Erica. My little sister, with her caramel skin and tattoos snaking over her curves, had been dodging me for a week after I’d bailed her out with $500 for rent. I’d been patient, but my patience was wearing thin—and other parts of me were growing anything but soft at the thought of her.

Her text read, 'So if I just let you eat my pussy like you used to, then we’re even?' My lips curled into a smirk as I typed back, 'That’s the deal, sis. Just like old times.'

Her reply was quick, sharp as a blade. 'Fine. But that’s it. I’m only letting you do it until I cum, and then we’re done. Don’t get any ideas, Mark.'

I chuckled, my fingers lingering over the screen. 'Wouldn’t dream of it. See you tomorrow night after work.'

The next day dragged on, each tick of the clock a slow burn in my veins. When I finally heard the roar of her car pulling up outside my apartment, my heart kicked into overdrive. The door swung open, and there she was—Erica, all fire and fury, her thick frame barely contained in a tight tank top and leggings that hugged every inch of her. Her dark eyes flashed with irritation as she stormed in, slamming the door behind her.

'Hurry the fuck up, Mark. I don’t have all night to deal with your bullshit,' she snapped, her voice dripping with venom. But I could see the flush on her cheeks, the way her chest heaved just a little too fast. She was pissed, sure, but there was something else there too. Something hungry.

'Relax, Erica. I’m not the one who owes a debt here,' I shot back, my tone smooth as silk. I stepped closer, close enough to catch the faint scent of her perfume mixed with the day’s sweat. 'You’re the one who came to me, remember? So let’s get this over with. Unless you’ve got another way to pay me back.'

Her jaw clenched, but she didn’t back down. 'Fuck you, Mark. You’re such a smug bastard. Fine. Let’s do this. But don’t think for a second I’m enjoying it.'

She kicked off her shoes and peeled down her leggings with a huff, revealing those juicy thighs and an ass that could stop traffic, barely covered by a black thong that made my mouth water. I gestured toward the bedroom with a tilt of my head, and she marched ahead, her hips swaying with every angry step. She wasn’t submissive, not by a long shot—Erica was a storm, and I was about to get caught in the downpour.

We hit the bed, and I didn’t waste a second. I guided her down, my hands firm on her hips as I positioned myself between her legs. 'Just lay back and let me handle this,' I murmured, my voice low and teasing. 'Unless you’re scared you might like it too much.'

'Shut up and get on with it,' she growled, but her breath hitched as I tugged that thong aside, revealing her already glistening pussy. Damn, she was wet, whether she wanted to admit it or not. I dove in, my tongue tracing her folds with a hunger I’d been holding back for far too long. She tried to play it cool, her hands fisted in the sheets, her lips pressed tight to stifle any sound. But I knew her body better than she thought. I flicked my tongue over her clit, slow and deliberate, feeling her thighs tense under my grip.

'Fuck, Mark, you’re such an asshole,' she hissed, but her hips twitched, grinding against my face despite herself. I grinned against her, sucking harder, tasting her dripping heat as her resolve started to crack. 'Don’t stop talking shit now, Erica. Tell me how much you hate this,' I taunted between licks, my voice muffled but sharp.

'I do hate it, you prick,' she spat, but her hands betrayed her, tangling in my hair and pulling me closer. Her moans slipped out, low and desperate, her body trembling as I devoured her. She was close—I could feel it in the way she arched, the way her breath came in short, panting gasps. My cock was rock hard, straining against my jeans, but I kept my focus on her, determined to push her over the edge.

And then she shattered, a sharp cry ripping from her throat as she came, her pussy pulsing against my tongue. I didn’t let up until she shoved me away, her chest heaving, sweat beading on her skin. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, grinning up at her. 'Debt paid, sis. Unless you’ve got something else to say.'

Her eyes narrowed, but there was a fire in them that hadn’t been there before. She sat up, her voice rough and breathless. 'Fuck it. You’ve got ten minutes, Mark. Don’t waste them.'

Before I could blink, she was on me, tackling me back onto the bed with a force that knocked the air from my lungs. Her hands were everywhere, yanking at my belt, her nails scraping my skin as she freed my throbbing cock. 'You’re such a bastard,' she muttered, but her eyes were locked on me, fierce and horny as hell, as she straddled me and took control.