Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 480: Peeping Tom

The air in the room was still thick with the scent of sex—Emily’s limp, exhausted body sprawled across the bed, her breath shallow and uneven as she drifted in and out of consciousness.

The sheets were soaked with sweat and cum, the evidence of our brutal fucking still glistening on her thighs.

My cock was still half-hard, throbbing with the aftershocks of pleasure, my body humming with the raw, primitive satisfaction of having owned her so completely.

I adjusted myself, my muscles still coiled with adrenaline, my pulse pounding in my ears as I turned toward the bathroom. But as I reached the door, I paused.

It was ajar—just a crack, but enough to let the faintest whimper slip through.

My lips curled into a slow, predatory smirk.

I leaned in, my breath silent, my eyes narrowing as I peered through the gap.

And there she was.

Jennifer—pressed against the wall just outside the door, her back arched, her dress hiked up around her waist, her fingers buried deep between her thighs.

She was rubbing herself frantically, her moans muffled behind her other hand, her hips rocking in desperate, needful circles. The sloppy, wet sounds of her fingers fucking her own pussy filled the quiet hallway, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.

"Mmm... oh fuck..." she whimpered, her voice breathy and broken, her thighs trembling as she imagined what she’d just heard—what she’d just watched—her own daughter getting railed by her son-in-law, getting filled with cum, getting ruined so thoroughly she’d fainted from the pleasure.

A dark, possessive growl rumbled in my chest.

I cleared my throat—loudly, deliberately.

Jennifer froze.

Her fingers stilled mid-stroke, her body tense as she whirled around, her eyes wide with shock, her cheeks flushed crimson. Her dress was rumpled, her nipples hard beneath the fabric, her thighs slick with her own need.

She snapped her hand away from her pussy like she’d been burned, but it was too late—the evidence was right there, her fingers glistening, her breath coming in ragged, guilty gasps.

"I—I was just—!" she stammered, her voice high-pitched, her eyes darting between me and the obscene sight of her own arousal. "I was just—going to get some water—!"

I pushed the door open fully, my smirk widening as I leaned against the frame, my arms crossed, my gaze raking over her—drinking in the way her dress was hiked up, the way her pussy was swollen and glistening, the way her breath hitched when I looked at her like that.

"Really?" I drawled, my voice low, mocking, my fingers reaching out to brush against her cheek, my thumb smudging the flush on her skin.

"Because from where I’m standing..." My gaze dropped to her thighs, to the wet trail her fingers had left behind, to the way her pussy was still twitching with need. "It looks like you were enjoying the show a little too much."

Jennifer’s breath hitched, her body trembling as she pressed her thighs together, like she could hide the evidence of her desire. "I—I don’t know what you’re—!"

"Don’t lie to me, Jennifer," I growled, my voice dropping to a dangerous purr as I stepped closer, my body pinning her against the wall.

My hand slid down, my fingers brushing against the inside of her thigh, teasing the edge of her pussy—still dripping, still aching. "I heard you," I murmured, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my breath hot against her skin.

"I heard how wet you were. How desperate." My fingers traced the outline of her pussy lips, feeling the heat radiating from her. "Did it turn you on, Jennifer? Hearing your daughter scream while I fucked her raw?"

A whimper tore from her throat, her body arching into my touch, her hands clawing at my shirt. "N-No—!" she lied, but her voice was weak, her eyes dark with lust, her pussy clenching around nothing.

"Liar," I chuckled, my fingers pressing firmly against her clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that made her gasp.

"You loved it," I growled. "You loved hearing her moan. You loved imagining it was you getting railed instead." My lips captured her earlobe, my teeth nipping just enough to make her whimper.

"Did you wish it was your pussy I was filling with cum, Jennifer? Did you wish it was you getting stretched and used like a dirty slut?"

"D-Don’t—!" she sobbed, but her hips rocked into my touch, her body betraying her.

"Hee Hee looks like you are not satisfied after getting fucked once," I snarled, my fingers sliding lower, dipping into her soaked pussy, feeling how tight and hot she was.

"Let me teach you a lesson." I pushed two fingers deep inside her, curling them roughly, finding that sensitive spot that made her body jerk.

I growled, my thumb pressing against her clit, rubbing in hard, demanding circles. "You want me to fuck you just like I fucked her. You want me to fill you up, to ruin you, to make you scream."

"Y-Yes—!" Jennifer cried, her body convulsing around my fingers, her moans spilling from her lips uncontrolled.

"Oh god—! Dexter—! I wanted it! I wanted it so bad!" Her hands fisted in my shirt, her hips grinding against my touch, her pussy drenching my fingers. "I hate that I wanted it—! But I did—! I did—!"

I grinned, my cock throbbing at her confession, at the way her body responded to me. "Good girl," I purred, my lips crashing onto hers in a bruising kiss, my fingers still fucking her desperately.

I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. "Looks like your pussy is getting naughty," I murmured, my fingers reaching out to brush against her cheek, my thumb smudging the flush on her skin. "

She whimpered, her body trembling, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she melted against me, her arms looping around my neck, her breath hitching as she pressed her body flush against mine.

"Who told you to say that?" she whispered, her voice husky, her fingers clawing at my shirt.

"Do you know what you do to me?" She pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, her eyes dark with confession.

"Before I came here... I saw Nathalie. She was watching the whole thing from the hallway. When I caught her, she ran away—" Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "She was touching herself too."