Chapter 4

Jon pulled back from the kiss slowly, his teeth grazing Katy’s lower lip before releasing it. She gasped, her mouth still open, her eyes struggling to focus. He looked down at her with an expression that was equal parts lust and something softer.

Adoration.

Sara was still behind her, still cupping her breasts, her thumbs working slow circles. Katy was between the husband and wife, her body a live wire.

Jon’s hand moved to her hip. His palm was warm, his fingers spread wide. He pulled her gently onto her back, and Sara shifted with her, adjusting without losing contact. The silk was cool against Katy’s skin.

“Are you happy with your new parents, darling?” Jon asked.

Katy looked up at him. Her green eyes were wide, glassy. “Yes,” she said. Her voice had dropped into something small and shy, a register she didn’t recognize.

“Have we kept our part of the bargain?” Jon pressed. His thumb traced the line of her hip bone.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Louder, sweetheart,” Sara said from behind her. She was propped on one elbow, her golden hair falling over her shoulder. Her free hand rested on Katy’s stomach, her nails leaving faint white trails on the flushed skin. “We want to hear it clearly.”

Jon chuckled. “Yeah. Say it like you mean it.”

Katy swallowed. “Yes.”

Jon’s hand slid down between Katy’s thighs. His fingers found her slit, wet and swollen. He parted the lips with his thumb and pressed upward, exposing the clit, coaxing it out. He rubbed slow circles around it until it stood up, stiff and pink and throbbing.

Sara’s hand moved. Without warning, she delivered a sharp slap to Katy’s clit with two fingers. The sound was wet. The sting was electric.

“Oh God!” Katy cried out, her body jolting against the silk.

“Better,” Sara murmured. She delivered three more taps. Each one landed with a wet smack. “Still not loud enough.”

Katy let out a breathless laugh, her body squirming. She looked up at Sara, her face flushed crimson. “I love your persuasion method, Mommy.”

The word landed in the room like a physical thing. Sara’s hand stopped. Her eyes changed. A flush climbed her neck, spreading to her chest.

“God,” Sara breathed. “You’re so fucking naughty. Say it again.”

“What?” Katy laughed. “Persuasion method?”

“No.” Tap. Tap. “Mommy.”

“Mommy!” Katy chirped, her hips lifting off the bed.

Tap. Tap.

“That’s not fair! I said it. Mommy!”

“Life’s not fair,” Sara chuckled. Then she and Jon both erupted into laughter. Katy looked between them, her brow furrowed, her face a picture of wide-eyed confusion.

“What? What did I say?”

“Nothing,” Sara laughed, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to Katy’s hot cheek. “Just keep being you.”

Katy smiled, confused and radiant. Jon shook his head, still laughing.

“You’re something else, sweetie,” he said.

“I try,” Katy said, grinning.

Sara’s laughter faded. Something else took its place. She shifted her position, moving lower on the bed, her body sliding against Katy’s side. Her hand found Katy’s mons. She placed her palm flat against it and pulled the skin upward. Katy’s swollen clit emerged from its hood, pink and glistening.

Sara looked at it. Then she looked at Katy’s face. Then back down.

With her other hand, she began to roll the clitoral pearl under the tip of her index finger. A tiny circular motion that made Katy’s eyes go glassy.

Katy moaned. The sound vibrated through the suite.

Sara leaned over and spat. A thick jet of saliva landed directly on Katy’s pussy, coating the swollen flesh. She watched it pool for a second, then leaned down and dragged her tongue across the tip of Katy’s clit.