THE TEN-THOUSAND-DOLLAR FAVOR

I heard the key in my own door, my heart dropping clean out of my chest. It was almost eight. My husband would walk through that door any second. And I was standing in the neighbor's doorway, phone clutched in my sweaty palm like it could save me.

"Derek… I'm sorry, I know it's late. I really need ten grand. Just until tomorrow. I told my husband my mother's friend got sick, but he'll be home any minute…" My voice was shaking, and I could hear how pathetic I sounded.

Derek stood in the dim glow of his entryway, tall, wearing a worn-out t-shirt. He didn't answer right away. He just stared at my tits, heaving under the thin summer dress. I always knew he looked. Tonight, he wasn't even bothering to hide it.

"Ten grand?" he drawled, pushing the door shut behind me. The lock clicking sounded like a gunshot. "And what's in it for me, Lily?"

The heat flooded my cheeks. His cologne, mixed with something musky and male, hit me hard. Guilt burned in my gut, but between my legs, there was a traitorous warmth already spreading.

"I… I'll pay you back next week, I swear. Please."

He stepped closer. His hand found my waist, fingers digging into the soft curve of my hip through the fabric.

"I'm not talking about money. You know that." His voice dropped, almost a growl. "Get on your knees. Right here. Suck me off, and the cash is yours."

I froze. My head was screaming: *What are you doing, you idiot… your husband's probably in the elevator right now.* But my body wasn't listening. The desire I'd been burying for months surged up, hot and unstoppable.

"You're serious?" I whispered, even as I was already sinking down, my knees hitting the cold tile of his hallway.

"Dead serious." He unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang out, heavy, already rock hard. Thick, with a swollen head. The smell of his arousal hit my face. "Come on, Lily. Clock's ticking, you said it yourself."

I wrapped my fingers around him. Hot. Pulsing. My hands were trembling. The guilt mixed with raw, filthy lust, and it made me wetter.

"Just… just be quick," I breathed, and before I could talk myself out of it, I took him in my mouth.

Derek groaned, his fingers threading into my hair.

"Fuck, yeah… just like that. Deeper. I've wanted to see you on your knees for months."

I worked my tongue over the head, taking him as deep as I could. Saliva ran down my chin, dripping onto my chest. The dress slipped off one shoulder, and my heavy tit nearly popped out entirely. I could hear his breathing grow ragged, his thighs starting to tremble.

"Mmm… good girl," he growled, low. "Take it deeper. Pretend your husband's right outside that door."

A bolt of electricity went through me at those words. I moaned around his cock, squeezing my thighs together. My clit was throbbing so hard it ached. I wanted to rub against his leg like a cat in heat. I sucked faster, hollowing my cheeks, feeling the head push against the back of my throat.

"Lily… I'm close…" He started moving his hips, fucking my mouth in short, sharp thrusts.

I grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper. Tears stung my eyes, but not from pain—from the forbidden, filthy bliss of it. The thought looped through my head: *I'm a wife… this isn't me… but God, I want it.*

"I'm coming!" he hissed, driving in deep.

Hot cum flooded my throat in thick, pulsing spurts. I swallowed, choking a little, tasting the salt on my tongue. Some of it escaped the corner of my mouth, trickling down my chin onto my neck. He held my head, riding it out until he was empty.

When he finally let go, I was breathing hard, still on my knees. My lips were swollen, my eyes glazed.

Derek pulled two bills from his pocket—five thousand each—and pressed them into my palm. His fingers were slick with my spit.

"Here. And come back anytime you need help." He smirked, zipping himself up.

I got to my feet, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. My legs were shaking. The dress was stained, my hair a mess.

"I'm… I'm not like this," I said quietly, though my body was still humming with heat.

"Of course you're not," he said, winking. "That's why you sucked me off so sweetly."

The elevator dinged in the hallway. I went cold.

"My husband…" I whispered, and bolted out the door.

Already at my own door, I heard Derek's low laugh from behind his. I shoved the cash into my purse, feeling the slick between my thighs. And I knew, with absolute certainty, that ten grand was just the beginning.