Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

The door creaked open, and Grace froze in the doorway, her eyes widening at the sight of her usually ruthless boss—Diana—nuzzled against my chest like a woman stealing a moment of warmth.

For a second, Grace looked like she’d seen a ghost, her mouth slightly ajar before she quickly masked her shock with professional composure. ”Boss...” she stammered, her voice uncharacteristically hesitant. ”The car is ready.”

Diana didn’t even glance up. If anything, she pressed closer to me, her fingers tightening around my arm as if daring Grace to comment. ”We’ll be right there,” she murmured, her voice lazy, almost playful—a stark contrast to the icy authority Grace was used to.

I couldn’t help the smirk tugging at my lips as Diana finally—reluctantly—pulled away, though she kept her hand firmly laced with mine.

We moved toward the elevator, Diana leading the way with an air of unshaken confidence, as if she hadn’t just been caught in a moment of vulnerability. The elevator doors slid shut, sealing us in, and Diana leaned against the wall, her eyes dark with something hungry as she tugged me closer.

The underground parking was dimly lit, the hum of the engine echoing off the concrete walls as Grace held the car door open.

Diana slid into the backseat first, pulling me in after her with a firm grip on my wrist. The moment the door closed, the world outside faded, leaving only the three of us—Grace in the driver’s seat, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, and Diana beside me, her presence a storm of heat and tension.

Diana’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding. ”Grace, make sure we’re not followed.”

Grace nodded, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. ”Yes, Boss.”

Diana turned to me, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my thigh. ”Dexter,” she murmured, her voice low and husky, ”do you have a phone?”

I pulled it from my pocket and handed it to her without question. Diana took it, along with her own and Grace’s, and placed them into a sleek, metallic case that looked more like a briefcase than anything else.

With a satisfied click, she sealed it shut. ”This blocks signals—tracking, hacking, all of it.” Her eyes flicked to mine, a challenge in their depths. ”No one follows us. No one hears us.”

I nodded, understanding the weight of her words. This wasn’t just about security. It was about us—about the rare, unguarded moments we were stealing in a world that wanted to tear us apart.

Diana shifted then, her body turning toward me as she rested her head in my lap. The warmth of her breath seeped through the fabric of my pants, her cheek pressing against my thigh.

I exhaled sharply, my fingers instinctively tangling in her hair as the car pulled out of the parking garage, Grace’s eyes darting to the rearview mirror before focusing back on the road.

The hum of the engine filled the silence, but my attention was solely on Diana—the way her breath hitched as she turned her face just slightly, her lips brushing against the fabric of my pants.

My cock twitched, hardening under her cheek, and I bit back a groan as Diana stilled, her body tensing for just a second before a soft, surprised laugh escaped her.

She stilled for a heartbeat, her breath hitching as she felt the unmistakable pressure of my erection against her skin. A soft, surprised laugh escaped her, her lips parting as she turned her face just slightly, her cheek now pressed directly against the straining bulge. ”Mmm,” she hummed, her voice a low, amused purr. ”Seems someone’s happy to see me.”

I let out a sharp exhale, my fingers tangling in her hair as she shifted again, her lips brushing against the fabric in a way that made my entire body tense.

Then, with deliberate slowness, she pressed a single finger against the outline of my cock, tracing the length of it through my pants. The pressure was maddening—just enough to make me groan, my hips jerking involuntarily.

”Diana—” My voice was rough, a warning and a plea all at once.

She chuckled, her breath hot against me as she poked again, her fingertip circling the tip of my cock through the fabric. ”So eager,” she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. ”And here I thought you were the one who could keep his composure.”

I bit back a groan as her finger pressed harder, her touch teasing, torturous. ”You’re killing me,” I muttered, my free hand gripping the seat beneath me.

Diana let out a soft, breathy laugh, her cheek still resting against me, her finger continuing its slow, maddening exploration. ”Oh, I’m just getting started,” she whispered, her lips brushing against the fabric again, this time with just enough pressure to make my cock jerk against her face.

Grace’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, her jaw tightening, but she didn’t say a word. The car turned sharply, the movement pressing Diana’s face even closer to my crotch, her breath hot and steady against me.

I could feel the damp warmth of her exhales, the way her lips parted slightly as she nuzzled against me, her finger still tracing lazy circles over the swollen length of my cock.

”You’re impossible, ” I growled, my voice rough with desire, my fingers tightening in her hair.

Diana tilted her head just enough to press a kiss to the inside of my thigh, her lips lingering, her breath hot and teasing. ”And yet,” she purred, her voice a dark promise, ”here you are, hard as steel and completely at my mercy.”

I couldn’t argue. Not when her touch was driving me mad, not when the danger outside only made the heat between us burn hotter.

The car accelerated, Grace’s focus locked on the road ahead, but my attention was solely on Diana—the way her breath hitched as she nuzzled closer, the way her finger pressed just a little harder, the way her lips parted against me in a silent, torturous tease.

”Drive faster, Grace,” Diana murmured, her voice a dark command, her breath still warm against my cock. ”We don’t have all night.”