Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Jennifer cast a quick, hungry glance over her shoulder—her eyes dark with unfulfilled desire—before slipping inside and shutting the door behind her.

I knew she wanted more. I could see it in the way her body still ached for me, in the way her breath hitched when she thought I wasn’t looking. But Oliver was just down the hall, and the risk was too great for her to take.

A smirk tugged at my lips as I watched her go. She thinks she’s in control, I thought, adjusting my still-throbbing cock against my pants. She thinks she can treat me like her little slave.

But I knew the truth—it was only a matter of time before she’d be begging for it, before she’d be the one enslaved to my cock, to the way I made her body betray her own rules.

With a final, amused shake of my head, I turned and made my way back to Emily’s room. She was still asleep, her body curled up under the sheets, her chest rising and falling in a slow, peaceful rhythm.

I slid in beside her, my cock pressing insistently against her thigh as I pulled her close. Emily let out a soft, sleepy whimper, her body instinctively molding against mine, even in her unconscious state. The warmth of her skin, the way she fit so perfectly against me—it was almost enough to distract me from the ache between my legs. Almost.

But not quite.

The first light of dawn crept through the curtains when I finally stirred awake. Emily was still asleep beside me, her face buried in the pillow, her breathing deep and even.

I rolled onto my side, propping myself up on one elbow as I studied her—the way her lips parted slightly in sleep, the faint flush still lingering on her cheeks from last night’s exertions.

My cock twitched, already hardening again at the sight of her, at the memory of how tight she’d been before she’d collapsed, spent and trembling, in my arms.

I couldn’t resist.

I leaned in, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, my hand tangling in her hair as I pulled her closer. Emily jolted awake with a muffled gasp, her eyes flying open in surprise as my mouth claimed hers.

She tried to pull back, but I held her firm, my tongue forcing its way past her lips, tasting her, owning her. Only when she was breathless, her chest heaving, did I finally release her.

Emily’s eyes were wide, dazed, as she blinked up at me. Then, her gaze dropped lower, and she let out a soft, guilty whimper as she felt my cock—rock-hard and throbbing—pressed against her stomach.

”H-Husband...” she whispered, her voice trembling with shame. ”I-I’m so sorry...” Her fingers curled into the sheets, her knuckles turning white. ”Last night... I fainted before I could make you cum. I failed you...” Her lower lip quivered, her expression crumbling with genuine remorse. ”You must have been so frustrated... Let me fix it. Please, let me make it up to you.”

Before I could respond, she was already moving, sliding down the bed with a determination that sent a jolt of heat straight to my groin. Her fingers wrapped around my shaft, her touch feather-light, almost reverent, as if she were handling something precious.

She spat onto her palm, the sound obscene in the quiet room, and then coated my cock with slow, deliberate strokes, her eyes never leaving mine.

”I’ll take care of you this time,” she murmured, her voice thick with apology. ”I promise.”

Her tongue darted out, tracing the veins along my length before she took me into her mouth, her lips sealing around the head. The warmth of her mouth enveloped me, her tongue swirling around the ridge, teasing the sensitive underside. I groaned, my fingers immediately tangling in her hair, gripping tightly as I guided her deeper.

”That’s it...” I growled, my voice rough with lust, ”Take it all, baby. Show me how sorry you are.”

Emily hollowed her cheeks, her lips stretching obscenely around my girth as she took me deeper, her throat fluttering as the head pressed against it. I felt her gag, her body tensing as she fought to relax, her muffled choking filling the room. ”Mmmph—! Nnngh—!” she whimpered, tears already welling in her eyes, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, she reached up, her hands gripping my thighs as she forced herself to take more.

I couldn’t resist.

With a feral groan, I tightened my grip on her hair and slammed my hips forward, burying my cock deep in her throat. Emily’s eyes watered instantly, her nose pressing against my skin as I held her there, her throat convulsing around me. ”Guh—! Gah—! Mmmph—!” she gagged, her nails digging into my thighs, but I didn’t let up. I pulled back just enough to let her gasp for air before shoving her back down, my cock hitting the back of her throat with a wet, obscene slap.

”Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” I hissed, watching as her lips stretched around my shaft, her mascara smudging with her tears. ”Choking on my cock like the good little slut you are.”

Emily’s moans vibrated around my length, her throat tightening as she struggled to breathe. I could feel her saliva dripping down my balls, her nose running, snot mixing with her tears as I face-fucked her mercilessly. Every time she gagged, I thrust harder, my balls slapping against her chin, the sound of her choking filling the room.

”Nnngh—! P-Please—!” she begged, her voice broken and breathless as I finally pulled back, letting her gasp for air. But before she could recover, I slapped her cheek with my cock, the wet smack echoing in the room. ”You want me to stop, baby?” I taunted, rubbing the head against her lips, smearing her with her own spit. ”Or do you want to keep being my little cock sleeve?”

Emily’s response was immediate. She opened her mouth wide, her tongue sticking out, begging for more. ”Mmm... p-please...” she whimpered, her voice trembling, ”I want it... I want all of you...”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

Gripping her hair, I shoved her back onto my cock, this time not holding back. I fucked her throat like it was her pussy, my hips pistoning as I used her mouth for my pleasure. Emily’s gagging grew louder, her body shuddering as she struggled to keep up, her throat convulsing around me. ”Guh—! Gah—! Mmmph—! Nnngh—!” The sounds she made were filthy, desperate, her tears and snot dripping onto my balls as I pounded into her.

I could feel my orgasm building, my balls drawing up tight, the pressure almost unbearable. ”You’re gonna take it all, aren’t you?” I groaned, my voice rough with need. ”Every. Last. Drop.”