Twice Her Age by Abby Wood Page A

She wrinkled her nose. “It’s muddy and wet.”

    That eyebrow of his lifted again. “Crawl.”

    “But—”

    “Crawl.” He nodded. “Slowly.”

    Debbie squatted down and sank her knees into the moist grass. Shivers racked her body. Throwing her wet hair behind her, she leaned forward and balanced on her hands and knees. She’d brought him here to sing, and instead she found herself turned on at the thought of obeying his commands.

    She moved her hand forward, lifted her knee, and gazed ahead at Mick. He uncrossed his arms. She recognized the look that flashed across his face. He’s enjoying this. He wants me to beg, to do anything he commands me to do.

    Despite the cold, the rain, and slinking across the park grounds, a thrill settled over her. The drops of water running down her butt cheeks, over her pussy caressed her in the most delightful way.

    Mick unlatched his belt, unzipped his slacks, and brought his engorged cock out. She licked her lips. The wet material clung to his thighs, he held the base of his cock, and his gaze ate her up.

    Without lowering her head, she crawled in long, slow stretches, drawing out the task he wanted her to perform. Her breasts hung free underneath her, swaying with each move. Her nipples hardened into tight nubs against the chill and the way she grew excited over what Mick would have her do next.

    “Fuck.” Mick’s jaw tensed. “You’re beautiful, baby.”

    “I want you.” She reached him and sat back on her feet. She grasped his thighs and purred. “Please?”

    Short, heated breaths blew out of Mick’s mouth, creating a mist of air. “Finger your clit.” He began to stroke his cock. “Come for me.” The little vein at the side of his temple pulsed with desire. “My cum…” He groaned. “Rain.” He arched his back and widened his stance. “You.”

    She slid her finger over the wetness of her pussy. She leaned back, putting more pressure on her anus. Raindrops lit on her nipples, sending tiny jolts of pleasure through her body that warmed her up. The cloudy drop of precum on the head of his cock stood out from the rain coating his body.

    “Oh.” She swallowed. “Mick.” She writhed in front of him. Her head thrown back, she gazed at the way his body strained to hold back his ecstasy. “Please. Come on me.”

    He pulled back hard on his cock and held it tight. “Ah…” He yelled his release.

    The sound reverberated over the nature-made amphitheater and delved into her core, consuming her. She cried out with unabashed abandon. Splotches of his cum marked her chest, and she shuddered.

    Mick stumbled back, got his balance, and held out his hand. She pulled herself off the ground and wrapped her arms around his neck for support. The pleasure they’d shared beat cajoling him into singing hands down.

    “Did you hear it, Mick?” she whispered against his neck. “Isn’t it magical?”

    He picked her up and cradled her in his arms. “Yeah, baby. That was unforgettable.”

    * * *

    Debbie’s stomach hurt. She rolled onto her side and curled into a fetal position. She couldn’t take it anymore.

    “Stop. Please.” She drew in a shaky breath. “You’re killing me here.”

    Mick grabbed her leg, pulled her foot back onto his lap, and held his fingers above the bottom of her foot. “A fit punishment for someone who dares laugh at one of their elders, I’d think.”

    “Fine!” She struggled to sit up. “I won’t make fun of you anymore. How was I supposed to know you’re a huge kung fu fan?” She bit down on her lip to keep from cracking up.

    He’d convinced her to watch an old movie, but the more she laughed every time one of the characters mentioned the name Grasshopper , the stiffer Mick’s back became. She stretched back out and put her other foot in his lap.

    “Want to paint my toenails?” She wiggled her toes.

    Mick didn’t answer her but stared down at her feet. She sat up and touched his arm. “Mick?”

    He turned.