Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks - Chapter 231

Chapter 231: Emily’s Swollen Asshole 2
The water ran pink for a second—not blood, just the raw, angry skin shedding its shame—before running clear.

She rinsed the cloth, again and again, scrubbing until her asshole was clean, until the water ran clear, until the only thing left was the ache deep inside her. But fuck if that ache didn’t make her whimper.

She let the washcloth drop into the water, her hands shaking as she reached back one last time, her fingers brushing over the tender skin. It was still sensitive, still throbbing, but clean. Too fucking clean.

And then—she glanced up.

Our eyes met in the mirror.

Shame flashed across Emily’s face, her cheeks flaming a deep, humiliated crimson as she realized I was watching. Her fingers froze, still pressed against her swollen, abused asshole, her body exposed and vulnerable, her lips parted in silent, shaken gasps.

“M-Mike…” she stammered, her voice barely more than a whisper, her gaze dropping to the floor, unable to meet my eyes.

The water continued to run, drowning out the sound of her ragged breath, but nothing could drown out the pounding of her heart.

I chuckled, low and dark, stepping closer until I was right behind her, my shadow falling over her trembling body. “Oh… does it hurt?” I murmured, my fingers trailing down her spine, light as a feather, before settling just above the red, puckered mess of her asshole.

She flinched, a broken whimper escaping her lips, but she didn’t pull away.

“It’s all your fault…” she hissed, her voice thick with shame and something else—something needier, something she didn’t want to admit. “You were so brutal… It was my first time taking it in my… in my… asshole…”

I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, my voice a dark purr. “I’m sorry, my wife…” I murmured, though we both knew I wasn’t.

“But your asshole was naughty. It was provoking me… Look—just like now…” My fingers circled the swollen ring of muscle, light, teasing, making her body jerk. “It’s winking at me… Asking me to fuck it again.”

Emily whimpered, her body tensing, but not from pain—no, from the shameful, traitorous thrill of my touch. “I—I didn’t…” she protested, but her voice wavered, her ass pushing back just a fraction, betraying her.

I grinned, my thumb pressing gently against her asshole, not enough to hurt, just enough to make her squirm. “You also liked it, didn’t you?” I whispered, my other hand sliding around to cup her pussy, feeling the heat radiating from her. “Look how wet you are, Emily… Even now.”

Her breath hitched, a broken sound escaping her throat. “I—I didn’t…” she repeated, but her body betrayed her again, her hips rolling just enough to press her pussy into my hand. “It hurt…” she sobbed, but her voice was thick, her words slurred with lust.

“Liar,” I growled, my fingers sliding between her lips, finding her clit, already swollen, already aching. “You loved it. You loved how full you felt… how used you were… how filthy it made you feel.”

Emily moaned, her head falling back against my shoulder, her body arching into my touch like a whore begging for more.

“Mike…” she whimpered, her voice broken, her ass pushing back against my thumb, her pussy dripping onto my fingers, so fucking wet it made my cock throb. “I hate you.”

I chuckled, dark and knowing, my fingers sliding deeper into her pussy, curling just right to make her gasp. “No, you don’t,” I growled, my lips brushing her ear, my other hand cupping her tit, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her hiss. “You hate yourself for wanting this so fucking bad.”

She whimpered, her body trembling, but then suddenly pulled away, her voice panicked. “Don’t—I need to go out… Otherwise, you know Mom—she doesn’t like me sleeping late…”

I licked my fingers slowly, savoring the taste of her pussy, my eyes locked on hers, dark and hungry. “Fine…” I purred, my voice a low rumble, “then we have to be quick.”

Before she could even react, I grabbed her hips and pushed her into the bathtub, forcing her to sit between my legs, her back pressed against my chest. My cock, already hard as steel, poked against her ass, rubbing slow, teasing circles over the swollen flesh of her asshole.

“Mike—! We can’t—!” she protested, but her voice wavered, her body already melting into mine, her ass rolling just enough to grind against my cock.

“Shhh…” I hissed, my lips brushing her neck, my hand sliding down to cup her pussy, feeling how soaked she still was.

“You want this. You need it. And I’m going to give it to you fast and hard before your mother even knows we’re gone.”

She whimpered, her body tensing, but not to pull away—no, to press closer, her ass lifting just enough to give me better access. “Mike…” she breathed, her voice thick with shame and lust, “We shouldn’t—”

“But we will,” I growled, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast, hard circles that made her body jerk. My cock throbbed against her ass, demanding, needy, and fuck if she wasn’t just as desperate.

I spat on my hand, then gripped my cock, stroking it once, twice, before positioning the head against her asshole. “You’re going to take it,” I commanded, my voice a dark snarl, “and you’re going to love it.”

“Mike—! It hurts—!” she sobbed, but her body betrayed her, her ass pushing back, her pussy gushing onto my fingers.

“Good,” I growled, “Now push back and take it like the filthy slut you are.”

And fuck—she did.

Emily whimpered, her body trembling as she pressed back, her asshole stretching painfully around the head of my cock. “Ah—! Fuck—! It burns—!” she cried, her fingers clawing at the porcelain, her voice raw with pain and something else—something needier, something shameful.

“That’s it,” I growled, my hands gripping her hips, forcing her down harder, deeper, until my cock was buried inside her ass to the hilt. “Take it all, Emily. Every fucking inch.”

She screamed, her body convulsing, but I didn’t stop. I pulled back and slammed into her again, my balls slapping against her pussy, the sound filthy, obscene. “You love this,” I hissed, my fingers digging into her hips, “You love being fucked like a dirty little whore.”

“I hate you—!” she sobbed, but her ass clenched around my cock, her pussy dripping, her body betraying her with every thrust.

“Liar,” I growled, fucking her harder, faster, my cock pistoning into her ass like she was mine to ruin. “You love it. You love how full you feel. How used are you? How filthy it makes you feel.”

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her body trembling as she took every inch, her ass clenching around me like she never wanted me to leave. “Mike—! Oh god—! I can’t—! It’s too much—!”

“Yes, you can,” I snarled, my hand sliding around to cup her throat, pulling her back against me, my lips brushing her ear. “You can take it all, and you will cum for me like the good little slut you are.”

And then—her body convulsed, her ass clenching tight around my cock, her pussy gushing, soaking my fingers, as she came with a broken cry. “MIKE—! FUCK—! I HATE YOU—!”