Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

I gripped Jennifer’s hips, my thrusts growing harder, deeper, each movement designed to break her.

”Let them hear,” I growled, my voice rough with satisfaction, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. ”Let them know what a dirty little slut you are for me.”

Jennifer’s eyes widened, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps as I fucked her against the wall, her moans growing louder, more desperate with every thrust.

”Mike—!Ah!—I hate you—!” she gasped, her fingers clawing at my shoulders, her body trembling as she tried to push me away. But her resistance only fueled me, her pussy clenching around my cock in helpless spasms, her body betraying her with every deep, relentless thrust.

”No, you don’t,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear as I felt her tighten around me, her walls fluttering with the beginnings of an orgasm she couldn’t deny. ”You love this. You love being my filthy little secret.”

My hands gripped her hips tighter, pulling her onto me with every movement, my cock sliding deeper inside her, claiming her in the most primal way possible.

Jennifer’s breath hitched as I bottomed out, the head of my cock pressing against her cervix, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through her. ”N-No—!Aaaaaah—don’t—!” she gasped, her fingers digging into my shoulders, her body trembling as she tried to push me back. ”Mike, stop—!”

But I didn’t. I just smirked, my voice a dark, teasing growl in her ear. ”Mother-in-law,” I whispered, my hips rolling against hers, my cock swelling as my orgasm built, ”I’m about to cum. Let me cum inside you.”

Jennifer’s eyes flew wide, her body tensing as she realized what I was about to do. ”Don’t—!Don’t—!” she whimpered, her voice desperate, her hands pressing against my chest as she tried to shove me away. ”Mike, no—! Don’t cum inside me—!”

I stopped moving, my cock buried deep inside her, completely filling her, her pussy pulsing around me in helpless spasms. The sensation was almost enough to push me over the edge, but I held back, my grip on her tightening.

Then, without warning, I lifted her up, her weight settling onto my cock as she let out a broken, breathless moan. ”Aaaaaah—! Mike—! Hmm—put me down—!Aaaaaah!” Her fingers clawed at my shoulders, her body trembling as she felt the full length of me inside her, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively.

I crashed my lips against hers, kissing her hard, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth as I began to fuck her with deep, punishing thrusts. ”Mother-in-law,” I growled against her lips, my voice rough with need, ”I really can’t hold back... I want to cum inside your pussy... Make it mine.” My hands gripped her ass, lifting her slightly before slamming her back down onto my cock, her moans muffled against my mouth. ”Don’t worry, I’ll take full responsibility.”

Jennifer tore her lips away, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she glared at me, her voice trembling with desperation. ”No—! Don’t—!” she pleaded, but her body betrayed her, her pussy clenching around me as I drove into her again and again.

”Mike, don’t you dare cum inside me—! I will never forgive you—!Ever!” Her nails dug into my skin, her voice rising in pitch as her own pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. ”And I will—!Aah—! I’ll expose you in front of Emily! I’ll tell her you raped me—!”

That word—raped—hit me like a bucket of ice water.

I froze.

My grip on her loosened instantly, my cock slipping out of her with a wet, shameful sound. Jennifer’s body jerked forward, her eyes wide with shock, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps as she realized what had just happened. ”Why—?” she whispered, her voice trembling, her body still trembling with the need for release, her pussy aching, empty.

I stepped back, my expression darkening as I tucked myself back into my pants, my cock still throbbing with unspent need. The air between us was thick with tension, the kind that made my skin prickle. ”Because, Mother-in-law,” I said, my voice cold and measured, ”I don’t take what isn’t willingly given.”

Jennifer’s face burned with humiliation, her body still trembling from the sudden withdrawal, her orgasm cruelly denied. Her breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, her fingers clawing at the wall behind her as if she could somehow steady herself.

”You—!Bastard!” she hissed, her voice a mix of frustration and betrayal, her eyes blazing with fury. ”You monster—!”

I smirked, my voice dropping to a dark, taunting whisper. ”And you, Mother-in-law,” I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear, ”are a bitch.” I leaned in, my breath hot against her skin as I added, ”But don’t worry. Next time? You’ll beg me to finish.”

With that, I unlocked the cubicle door and stepped out, leaving Jennifer standing there—frustrated, humiliated, and aching—with the echo of my promise hanging in the air.

I adjusted my clothes with deliberate slowness, my smirk never wavering as I walked toward the sinks. The restroom was empty now, the two women who had caught us earlier long gone, but the memory of their voices, their suspicion, only made this sweeter.

I washed my hands, the water running over my fingers as I imagined Jennifer behind me, her body still trembling, her need still unmet. And then I heard it—the soft, desperate whimper she tried to stifle.

The faint, rhythmic sound of her fingers working furiously between her thighs, her breath coming in sharp, needy gasps. ”Nnngh—!Ah—!” she whimpered, her body betraying her as she chased the release I’d denied her.

”Mike—!Hmm—! You—!Ah—! Bastard—!” Her voice was muffled, her moans shameful and desperate, her fingers moving faster, her thighs trembling as she tried to hold herself back.

I dried my hands slowly, the paper towel rough against my skin, before tossing it into the trash. The door to the cubicle was still closed, the only sound the quiet, shameful noises of Jennifer’s pleasure—pleasure I had forced her to take, pleasure I had left her to chase alone.

I smirked.

She wouldn’t be able to hold back.

And when she finally came—when her body convulsed with the release I’d denied her—I knew she’d be thinking of me. Of my cock inside her. Of my voice in her ear, my hands on her body, my cum filling her.

I turned and walked out of the restroom, the door swinging shut behind me with a quiet thud.

Let her cum.

Let her ache.

Because next time?

She’d be begging for it.