“She’s not getting married. She’s just exploring young love.”
“This sounds like the worst thing I’ve ever heard.” I no longer want to be bribed with sex. I need to have a talk with my son. Maybe buy him a sledgehammer. And a knife. Possibly a chainsaw?
“Baker is a smart girl. We raised her well and she will make good decisions. My question is whether you’re going to do anything about this.” She pulls my hand down inside the waistband of her skirt. Instinctively, my fingers find her hot sex. My eyebrows go up when I find her wet—extremely so. “Thinking about our first time has made me a little excited.”
I’m torn. I want my wife, but there’s also maiming to be done. Chandler’s lower lip comes out. “Are you not interested? I guess I can take care of it myself.”
I jerk to attention. “What? No fucking way.” Chandler hasn’t had to take care of herself since the first time I touched her. “This is my pussy. I take care of it.” I shove a hard finger inside of her.
She gasps and clutches me tighter. “Then get to work, big boy.” She pulls my head down until my lips are sealed against hers. With her mouth on mine and my fingers deep inside her pussy, all thoughts of parties, proms, hurricanes, chainsaws, and kids fly out of my mind. I’ve got my sweetness to take care of—and I do.