Thread: Under the Western Skies [Big Papa Jack and Lemon]

Hiram palmed himself roughly through the fabric of his cotton trousers, feeling suddenly very hot within the pants and white dress shirt. He watched with a hungry gaze as she pulled her nightgown off over her head, exposing her delicious, lithe frame to him. The sight caused his prick to twitch violently in his pants, blood rushing to his crotch as he took in every silken inch of her. From the auburn hair splayed across the white pillow beneath her head, the red fullness of her parted lips as she gasped and moaned beneath her own ministrations, the perfectly sized mounds of flesh upon her chest not too large, but just big enough to wrap around his cock and fit into the calloused palms of his hands each topped with a rosy nipple, the delta between her thighs that was beginning to drip with moisture, down to the long legs that fit around his waist securely, everything about her was utterly perfect. He squeezed the bulge of his hardened member at her request, cocking a gray eyebrow at her dismissal of his orders in favor of her own request. It would be a bold-faced lie if he were to claim that teasing her most sensitive are with his lips and tongue wasnt one of his most enjoyable pastimes when they were together, and it was that quiet admittance to himself that allowed him to acquiesce her request. He reached forward, massaging the pale mounds of her breasts in his hands before dipping his head down and whispering into the thudding pulse point of her neck, You need to do what your Papa tell you too, darlin. His head trailed down as he tweaked one of her nipples, capturing it in his lips. Hiram rolled the pert bud around in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and tugging gently with his lips before adding, You may need a spanking later, for that. The older man continued to kiss his way down her body, his whiskered lips ghosting over the taut skin of her stomach and over the sensitive flesh at the bottom of her abdomen. He worked at unbuttoning his shirt as he evaded her womanhood and pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the insides of her thighs, pulling the garment off and revealing a set of broad shoulders and muscular forearms, with a strong chest and very slight belly covered in a healthy amount of wiry salt-and-pepper hair. He parted her legs slightly with his hands, blowing teasingly on her damp mound with a little mischievous grin before leaning down and giving her fold a long, languorous lick with his tongue. Hiram set to work immediately, working her lips apart skillfully and probing his tongue over every inch of her womanhood, dragging the tip of the muscle over her opening before teasing her clit with it. Carefully, he alternated between flicking his tongue against it and laving it, massaging it gently and sucking on it feverishly. His thick fingers moved to hold her outer lips apart as he worked, lapping up her juices eagerly as they spilled from her. He had to lay himself flat against the bed as he worked, the press of the mattress against his aching cock friction enough to allow him to continue working at her clit without much discomfort in his nether regions. Feeling more adventurous, his head slid down slightly, his nose teasing her little nub of nerves as his tongue began to probe inside her opening, spearing into her as a mimicry of his fingers or manhood.