Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks

Chapter 416: Mosquito Bites in the Dark

I let my tongue flick out again—once, twice—teasing the fine dark hairs that had grown in unchecked, then nipped lightly at the sensitive crease where arm met torso. Her whole frame shuddered violently; fresh slickness coated my fingers still buried deep in her pussy.

The tight ring of her ass clenched around the finger I’d worked inside, pulsing in helpless rhythm with every filthy word.

”You let it get this wild just for me to find, didn’t you?” I growled softly, dragging my tongue in one long, obscene stripe from the center of her pit up to the inner curve of her bicep.

”All soft and neglected... waiting for your husband to come lick you clean like the dirty little secret you are.”

Across the bed, Angela’s breathing had turned ragged—still trying to fake sleep, but the hitch in every exhale gave her away. Lisa stayed statue-still, but I could feel the shift in the air: thicker now, electric, like the cave itself was holding its breath.

Mira’s head thrashed once—weak, panicked denial—but her hips betrayed her completely. They rocked back against me in tiny, shameful jerks, chasing the stretch of my fingers, the pressure in her ass, the wet heat of my mouth still hovering over her pit.

I pressed my lips there one last time, sucking hard enough to leave a faint red mark, then whispered so low only she could hear the cruelty laced through every syllable:

”Tomorrow I’m spreading those pretty arms wide in the daylight, razor in hand, while Lisa and Mira watch. You’ll be dripping the whole time... won’t you, Angela? Begging me not to stop until every inch of you is smooth and exposed... just how I like my naughty wife.”

Her cunt spasmed around my fingers so hard I almost lost my rhythm. A broken, keening whimper escaped around the edge of my hand—quiet, but unmistakable.

I smiled into the dark against her skin.

”Good girl,” I breathed against the damp skin of her neck, my hot breath making her shiver like a leaf in a storm. ”Keep pretending you hate this... it only makes me want to ruin you more.”

My free hand slid up under the thin, sweat-soaked fabric of her top, groping roughly for the soft, heaving mounds of her tits.

I latched onto one like a starving man, fingers digging deep into the plush flesh, squeezing so hard I could feel her heartbeat pounding through the skin. Her nipple was already rock-hard, a tight little peak begging for abuse—I rolled it between my thumb and forefinger, twisting just enough to send a jolt of pain-laced pleasure straight to her core.

Mira’s body betrayed her instantly; a muffled moan ripped from her throat, vibrating hot and desperate against my palm where I kept her mouth clamped shut. It was filthy, the way she sounded—like a bitch in heat, whimpering for more even as tears streamed down her flushed cheeks.

She tried to squirm away then, her small hands clawing weakly at my wrist, my thick forearm, nails scraping uselessly against my skin in a pathetic bid for freedom. Her ass cheeks clenched tight around the base of my cock where it nestled in her crack, like she thought she could push me off with sheer willpower.

Fucking adorable. I let her flail for a second, savoring the way her struggles only ground her sweat-slicked body harder against mine, her pussy lips dripping and smearing slick all over my thigh. Then I reared back and brought my hand down like a whip, cracking sharp and vicious across her plump ass cheek.

Phhhhat.

The sound exploded in the cave like thunder, echoing off the damp stone walls, loud enough to wake the dead. Her flesh jiggled under the impact, a red handprint blooming instantly on that pale, perfect skin.

Mira’s whole frame bucked forward violently, her cunt spasming around nothing now that my fingers were out, a fresh gush of her slutty juices trickling down her inner thighs.

She let out a choked groan—deep, guttural, muffled but unmistakable—like the slap had punched the air right out of her lungs.

Lisa’s voice sliced through the heavy silence from the far side of the bed, sleepy but laced with that knowing edge, like she was playing along in our twisted little game.

”What’s that sound?”

I didn’t flinch, didn’t hesitate. My voice came out smooth as silk, lazy and amused, like I was half-asleep myself and this was just another night in paradise.

”Oh, it’s nothing... just some mosquitoes. Trying to bite me.”

To drive the point home—and because I fucking loved the way her ass rippled under my palm—I slapped her again, even harder this time. Phhhhat. The wet, meaty smack reverberated louder, her cheek bouncing like jelly, the sting probably burning like fire across her skin.

Mira groaned deeper now, a broken, animalistic sound that leaked around the edges of my hand, her body trembling uncontrollably as humiliation and arousal warred inside her. Her asshole clenched instinctively, that tight little pucker winking at me in the dim light, already slick from my earlier spit and her own sweat dripping down her crack.

I leaned in close, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, voice dropping to a gravelly whisper that dripped with filthy promise.

”Be quiet, you dirty little cunt... otherwise Lisa’s really gonna find out what a cock-hungry whore you are, begging for it in the dark like this.”

Mira froze like a deer in headlights, her breath coming in short, panicked bursts against my palm, snot and tears mixing into a messy smear on my skin. But her hips—fuck, her hips told the real story, twitching back against me in tiny, shameful circles, grinding her soaked pussy lips against my thigh like she couldn’t help herself.

I shifted behind her, yanking my pants open with rough urgency, my cock springing free like a beast unleashed—thick as her wrist, veined and throbbing, the head already swollen purple and leaking a steady stream of precum that smeared hot and sticky against her lower back.

I wedged it right into the sweaty valley of her asscrack, letting her feel every ridged inch slide between those plump cheeks, the heat of her skin making my balls tighten with need. Her ass was perfection—soft, round, and untouched, the kind of virgin territory that made my mouth water. I groaned low in my throat, hips rocking slow and deliberate, fucking the cleft of her ass like a preview of the destruction to come.