Frank Gallagher had always been a man who lived by his own rules, and that included the way he handled his desires. Sheila's daughter , Karen Jackson, had been a constant presence in his life since he moved in with Sheila, and over time, the sexual tension between them had grown into something undeniable.
Karen was a knockout—long legs, a tight body, and a confidence that made Frank's dick twitch every time she walked into a room. She had a way of biting her lower lip when she was turned on, and Frank had caught her doing it more than once when she thought he wasn't looking. He had waited months, biding his time, letting the hunger simmer between them until neither of them could take it anymore.
One evening, after Sheila had gone to bed, Karen found Frank in the living room, shirtless, a beer in hand. She leaned against the doorframe, her eyes raking over his body before settling on the bulge in his jeans. "You've been staring at me," she said, her voice low and sultry.
Frank smirked, setting his beer down. "And you've been looking at me the same damn way for months."
Karen didn't deny it. She stepped closer, her fingers trailing down his chest, teasing the waistband of his jeans. "What are we gonna do about it?"
Frank grabbed her wrist, pulling her flush against him. "We're gonna stop pretending."
Their mouths crashed together, tongues clashing in a desperate, hungry kiss. Frank's hands roamed over Karen's body, squeezing her ass through her tight jeans before slipping beneath her shirt to palm her tits. She moaned into his mouth, arching into his touch, her nipples hard as rocks beneath his fingers.
He didn't waste time. He stripped her bare right there in the living room, her clothes pooling at her feet as she stood before him, gloriously naked. Frank's breath hitched. She was fucking perfect—round tits, a smooth pussy, and that ass. Christ, that ass.
He dropped to his knees, burying his face between her thighs. Karen gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked her clit, his tongue flicking in fast, hard strokes. She was already dripping wet, her juices coating his chin as he feasted on her.
"Oh fuck, Frank—right there," she panted, her hips bucking against his face.
He slid two fingers inside her, curling them as he ate her out, his fingers pistoning in and out of her tight cunt while his tongue worked her clit. Karen's legs trembled, her moans growing louder until she was practically screaming his name.
"You like that, baby?" he growled, pulling back just enough to speak.
"Yes! Don't stop—fuck, I'm gonna come!"
She came hard, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she rode out her orgasm, her juices flooding his mouth. Frank lapped up every drop before standing up and kissing her, letting her taste herself on his lips.
Karen wasted no time pushing him onto the couch, straddling his lap. She unbuckled his belt, freeing his cock, which was already dripping pre-cum. She stroked him a few times before sinking down onto him, her tight heat enveloping his dick in one smooth motion.
"Fuck!" Frank groaned, his hands gripping her hips as she rode him.
Karen bounced on his cock, her tits jiggling with every movement, her nails digging into his shoulders. Frank thrust up into her, meeting her thrust for thrust, his balls slapping against her ass with every deep stroke.
"You feel so good," he growled, his fingers finding her clit to rub tight circles as she fucked him.
Karen's head fell back, her moans filling the room as she chased her next orgasm. Frank flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath him as he pounded into her, his cock pistoning in and out of her dripping cunt.
"You like it rough, don't you?" he grunted, his hips slapping against hers.
"Yes! Fuck me harder, Frank!"
He gave her exactly what she wanted, slamming into her so hard the couch creaked beneath them. Karen's nails raked down his back, her pussy clenching around his cock as she came again, her walls fluttering around him.
Frank didn't last much longer. With a guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt inside her and came, his cock pulsing as he filled her up with his hot cum.
Karen clung to him, her body trembling as she came down from her high. Frank kissed her deeply, his cock still twitching inside her.
"Best fucking decision we ever made," he murmured against her lips.
Karen grinned, biting her lip again. "No arguments here."