Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Emily’s fingers tightened around mine, her voice soft but laced with a newfound determination. ”Then... we’ll take Mom to meet him together.”

The words carried a quiet strength, a resolve that made my chest tighten with something deeper than pride—something raw, something real. She wasn’t just agreeing; she was choosing this path, choosing me.

I nodded, my thumb brushing over her knuckles in silent promise. ”Together.”

She hesitated, her breath hitching as she searched my face in the dim glow of the moonlight.

Then, with a deep inhale, she asked, ”Can you tell me about yourself, Dexter?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the weight of her question hung between us like an unspoken vow. ”I mean... everything. I want to know everything about you.”

I exhaled slowly, knowing this was the moment to lay it all bare—no more shadows, no more half-truths. So I did. I told her everything.

About the fractured timelines I’d navigated, the people I’d pulled from the brink of destruction, the wars fought in silence, and the power I now wielded over this entire base.

I spoke of the loneliness that came with command, the burden of secrets, and the twisted fate that had led me to her doorstep.

Emily already knew the broad strokes, but hearing the details—the sheer scale of it all—her eyes widened, then darkened with awe.

”You’re... so awesome,” she breathed, her voice tinged with wonder, her fingers tightening around mine as if she were trying to ground herself in the reality of me.

I chuckled, pulling her closer, my lips brushing her temple. ”Awesome isn’t the word I’d use. But I’ll take it.”

Then her expression shifted, her brows furrowing just slightly, her voice taking on a careful neutrality. ”So... you’re so powerful,” she said, her tone measured.

”Tell me... is there any other woman in your life?” She paused, her gaze sharpening like a blade. ”What about Angela? She’s always so close to you.”

I didn’t flinch. I met her eyes head-on, my arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her against me. ”Emily, I won’t hide from you,” I said, my voice steady, unyielding.

”Yes, there are other women. But I love and care for each of them in different ways. And I promise you—I will never treat you unfairly.”

She nodded slowly, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt, her breath warm against my chest. ”If you dare to bully me,” she warned, her voice laced with steel, ”I will definitely not let you go. Hmph.”

A smirk tugged at my lips. ”I’d expect nothing less.”

But she wasn’t done. Her next question came sharper, edged with curiosity and a hint of accusation. ”What about Aunt Nathalie?” Her eyes narrowed, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

”Is she also your woman? Don’t lie to me.” She let out a huff, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and indignation.

”When you weren’t here, I heard voices coming from her room. I peeked in, and I saw her... yelling your name while—” She cut herself off, her face burning crimson. ”You’re so bad. Not even sparing an old woman.”

I laughed, low and unapologetic, my hands sliding down to rest on her hips, my thumbs tracing slow circles over the fabric of her dress.

”I don’t care about age, Emily,” I murmured, my voice dropping to a teasing rumble. ”As long as they’re beautiful. And don’t you think Nathalie is quite beautiful, even now?”

Emily’s eyes flashed with mock outrage, but there was a flicker of amusement beneath them. ”Still thinking about other women!” she huffed, but before she could pull away, I caught her chin between my fingers, tilting her face up to mine.

”Jealousy looks good on you,” I murmured, my lips hovering just above hers. ”But you’ll always be the one I come back to.”

She shivered, her breath hitching, but she didn’t retreat. Instead, she rose onto her toes, her lips crashing into mine with a fierceness that stole my breath. Her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer, her body pressing against mine like she wanted to merge with me. The kiss was hungry, desperate—claiming.

When she finally pulled back, her eyes were dark with need, her lips swollen. ”Prove it,” she challenged, her voice a husky whisper.

I didn’t need to be told twice.

Emily didn’t wait for me to make the next move. With a boldness that sent heat pooling in my gut, she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the house, her steps quick and purposeful.

The second we crossed the threshold into her bedroom, she kicked the door shut behind us, the click of the lock echoing like a gunshot in the quiet room.

She turned to face me, her back pressed against the door, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The moonlight spilled through the curtains, casting her in silver, highlighting the way her chest rose and fell with anticipation. Then, with deliberate slowness, she reached behind her and unzipped her dress.

The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her standing there in nothing but black mesh lingerie—so sheer it was almost obscene.

The delicate fabric clung to her curves, the dark lace barely containing her breasts, her erect nipples pressing against the material like they were begging to be touched. My gaze dropped lower, to the shaved, glistening slit between her thighs, already damp, already aching for me.

”Fuck, Emily,” I groaned, my cock straining against my pants, my hands itching to touch her.

She smirked, her fingers trailing down her stomach, slipping beneath the lace to tease herself. ”You like what you see?” she purred, her voice thick with desire.

”You know I do,” I growled, closing the distance between us in two strides. My hands found her waist, my thumbs hooking into the lace of her panties, tugging them down her legs. She stepped out of them, her pussy bare, wet, and ready for me.

She reached into the nightstand, pulling out a condom with a wicked glint in her eyes. ”I’m not ready for a baby yet,” she said, tearing the wrapper open with her teeth.

”I want to enjoy life with you first. Just us.” She rolled the condom onto me, her fingers lingering as she stroked me, her touch driving me wild.

I gripped her hips, lifting her effortlessly, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, her arms looping around my neck. ”Then let’s enjoy it,” I murmured, pressing her back against the door as I lined myself up with her entrance.

She gasped as I slammed into her, filling her in one brutal thrust. Her head fell back against the door with a thud, a broken moan tearing from her lips. ”Oh god—!” she cried, her nails digging into my shoulders. ”You’re so deep—!”

I didn’t give her time to adjust. I pounded into her, the door rattling with every savage thrust, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Emily’s moans were filthy, desperate, her body trembling as she clung to me. ”Harder!” she begged, her voice raw. ”Fuck me harder!”