Chapter 42

• Kane
• “You’re so fucking tight for him,” Kane's voice doesn’t sound like his own, and he's having a hard time concentrating on anything other than how wet he’s made her. “You’re so wet. Such a good little slut for him, aren’t you, baby?”
• “Always,” she whispers and then breaks off. “Sometimes he doesn’t even have to touch me. He looks at me and I just–.” Her words are cut off by a moan when he pulls his fingers all the way out and sinks them back inside her tight hole. One time. Then again. And one more time until he feels her pussy begin to pulse, clenching around him, trying to keep his digits deep inside of her.