The moment Barry's voice cut through the speaker, Kate's entire body went rigid. Her eyes flew open, her breath catching in her throat as if she'd been dunked in ice water.
The sound of his voice—so mundane, so normal—was a jarring contrast to the obscene reality of her panties twisted in my grip, her clit still throbbing from the last snap.
She clamped her lips shut, her free hand flying to her mouth as if she could physically trap the sounds escaping her. But I wasn't about to let her off that easily.
With a wicked grin, I yanked her panties downward with all my strength, the lace stretching taut before I let it go. The fabric snapped back with a sharp, wet crack directly against her clit, the impact so sudden and intense that Kate's body jerked violently in my lap.
