Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 547: Angela’s Tits: A Cock’s Heaven

Angela’s flush deepened, and she shot me a quick, almost accusatory glance, as if to say, Are you just going to stand there? But I didn’t move.

I just watched, amused, as the two most important women in my life sized each other up in a way that was as natural as it was inevitable. "This isn’t... I mean, I wasn’t expecting—" Angela stammered, her usual poise faltering under Diana’s teasing gaze.

Diana waved a hand dismissively, her smile never wavering. "Oh, don’t be embarrassed. I’m sure Dexter appreciates the effort." She glanced at me, her eyes twinkling. "Don’t you, Dexter?"

I finally spoke, my voice dry but amused. "I appreciate many things."

Diana’s laughter filled the room, light and infectious. "Oh, I bet you do." She turned back to Angela, her expression softening just a fraction.

"But seriously, Angela, you have nothing to worry about. Dexter’s heart is big enough for all of us." She reached out, as if to pat Angela’s arm, but stopped just short, her fingers hovering in the air between them. "Though I do have to admit, I’m curious. How do you keep him satisfied?"

Angela’s eyes widened, and for the first time, a spark of defiance flared in her gaze, sharp and unyielding. "That’s between Dexter and me," she said, her voice firm, though her cheeks were still flushed with a mix of embarrassment and indignation.

There was a fire in her words, a reminder that she wasn’t just another woman in my life—she was mine, and she wasn’t about to be overshadowed so easily.

Diana’s smirk only deepened, her eyes glinting with amusement and something darker, something more calculating. "Oh, I’m sure it is," she purred, her voice dripping with a teasing confidence that seemed to unnerve Angela even more.

Angela shifted uncomfortably, her arms still crossed over her chest as if she could shield herself from Diana’s boldness. But Diana wasn’t done. She leaned in, her breath warm against Angela’s ear, her voice dropping to a whisper that was meant only for the two of them.

"But let’s be honest, Angela. We both know Dexter is... a lot to handle." She pulled back just enough to meet Angela’s gaze, her expression suddenly serious. "I think we both have to work together to satisfy him. Otherwise, we’ll be beaten to death by his... bad guy."

Angela’s breath hitched, her defiance wavering for just a moment as Diana’s words sank in. There was a truth there, one she couldn’t deny. She had seen my darker side—the power, the intensity, the way I could demand everything from those around me. And Diana was right. It was a lot.

Diana didn’t give her time to respond. She straightened, her eyes locking onto mine with a hunger that was impossible to ignore. "I’m going to give myself to him completely," she said, her voice soft but resolute. "And you have to help me." There was no room for argument in her tone, no hesitation. It was a statement, a command, and a plea all in one.

Before Angela could react, Diana moved with a fluid grace, crossing the room in a few quick strides. She locked the door behind her with a decisive click, the sound echoing in the suddenly charged atmosphere.

Then, she turned back to us, her movements deliberate, almost predatory. She didn’t rush. She didn’t need to. The tension in the room was already thick enough to cut with a knife.

She came to me, her fingers curling around the fabric of my shirt, pulling me toward the bed. I let her guide me, my body responding to her touch as if it had a mind of its own. The moment we reached the edge of the mattress, she pushed me down, her strength surprising for someone so elegant. I landed on the soft surface with a quiet laugh, my eyes never leaving hers.

Diana didn’t waste a second. Her hands moved to my clothes, her fingers working quickly to undo the buttons, the fastenings, until my shirt fell open.

She didn’t stop there. Her hands slid lower, her touch sure and confident as she stripped me bare, revealing the hard, throbbing length of my cock. It stood proud, already aching with need, the tip glistening with the first signs of arousal.

She wrapped her fingers around me, her grip firm but gentle, and turned her head to look at Angela. There was a challenge in her gaze, a silent dare. Then, without breaking eye contact, she leaned down, her lips parting as she took me into her mouth. She didn’t start slow. She didn’t tease.

She gulped me down, her throat working around my length as she took me as deep as she could. A soft, choked sound escaped her, her eyes watering slightly as she struggled to take all of me. But she didn’t pull back. She didn’t stop. She just breathed, her nose pressed against the base of my cock, her throat fluttering around me as she fought to adjust.

Angela watched, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of her own arms as if she were the one being touched, the one being consumed.

The room was thick with the wet, obscene sounds of Diana’s efforts—the slick, slurping pops of her mouth as she pulled back, the deep, guttural glk-glk of her throat working around my cock, the soft choking noises she made as she struggled to take me deeper.

The sight was intoxicating: Diana’s lips stretched taut around my length, her throat bulging as she swallowed me inch by inch, her eyes locked onto Angela’s with a look that was equal parts challenge and invitation. This is what we’re dealing with, that gaze seemed to say. Are you ready?

For a moment, Angela hesitated, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she watched Diana work. But then, something shifted in her expression—a flicker of determination, of ownership. She wasn’t about to be outdone. Not in this. Not with me.

Slowly, she unfolded her arms, letting the damp lace of her bra do little to hide the fullness of her breasts. She stepped closer, her hips swaying with a deliberate sensuality, her eyes never leaving mine.

Without a word, she positioned herself in front of me, her fingers deftly adjusting the fabric of her bra until her breasts spilled free, the heavy swells pressing together as she leaned forward.

Then, with a confidence that made my breath catch, she took my cock in her hands, guiding it between her breasts.

The moment the hot, velvety skin of her cleavage enveloped me, I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily. The sensation was unreal—the soft, yielding pressure of her tits squeezing me, the slick heat of her skin, the way her nipples brushed against my cock with every movement.

"Mmm, look at you," Diana purred, finally pulling back with a wet pop of her lips, a string of saliva connecting her tongue to the tip of my cock for a brief, glistening moment.

"Already so hard for us..." She licked her lips, her eyes dark with mischief as she watched Angela’s tits work me.

"Does it feel good, Dexter? Having her soft tits hugging you like this?" She reached out, her fingers tracing the path of Angela’s cleavage as it slid up and down my cock, her touch light but possessive. "Or do you miss my mouth more?"