She turned her head, her eyes wide and wild, her breath coming in frantic pants. "Fuck my ass, Kane," she gasped, the words shocking her even as they left her lips. "Please... I want you to fuck my ass."
Kane froze for a heartbeat, his dark eyes searching hers in the flickering light. He saw no hesitation, only desperate, honest want. A slow, predatory grin spread across his face. He pulled out of her wet pussy completely, the sound obscene in the quiet room.
He spat on his fingers and reached between her legs, slicking her tight asshole. She flinched, but didn't pull away. She trusted him. He slid one finger in, then a second, stretching her, preparing her. She whimpered, arching her back, her knuckles white where she gripped the rug.