Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 289: Angela’s Silent Wars

Angela went rigid for a moment, but I spoke up before she could find her voice. "Angela, show them to their quarters. I will take care of this."

Nodding, Angela kept her tone firm as she signaled for Emily and Jennifer to follow her. "Come with me," she commanded.

Though they showed a moment of reluctance, the weight of her authority left them no choice but to obey. As they rose, Jennifer’s hips swayed noticeably, her glutes tensing under the clingy fabric of her dress. Catching my eyes on her, her nipples hardened instantly.

Just as they were making their exit, Nathalie walked into the room.

She looked wretched; her eyes were swollen and red from weeping, and her frame still shook from the degradation she had endured earlier. Upon seeing me, she froze in place, her fingers white-knuckled as she gripped her dress as if the fabric could protect her from the trauma of her memories.

Nathalie’s trembling hands held onto her dress like a lifeline. Her bloodshot eyes flickered up toward me, and her voice was reduced to a shattered whisper. "Can... may I see my son? Please..."

I observed her closely—the way her body continued to quiver from the aftershocks of our encounter, and the way she pressed her thighs together to mask the throbbing ache between them. "Why have you left your bed?" I questioned in a low, smooth voice, already fully aware of the truth.

She gave a hard swallow, her fingers nervously twisting the material of her skirt. "I... I wasn't sleepy."

A falsehood. A weak, yet beautiful lie.

I let out a breath through my nose, my eyes following the unsteady movement of her hips and the way her breathing caught when I remained silent. "You can barely even walk right now," I remarked, my tone laced with dark amusement.

"Rest is what you need." My fingers twitched with the memory of her body tightening around me, recalling the moment she had squirted all over her own son’s face. "I will take you to him tomorrow. Understood?"

Nathalie’s posture collapsed in defeat, but she gave a nod. Her limp was even more obvious as she turned to depart, her backside swaying despite her exhaustion. I tracked her exit, noting how the dress clung to her sore, overused body and how her shaking fingers reached for the doorframe to steady herself.

Oh, Nathalie.

As soon as the door clicked shut, the sound of Angela’s heels echoed against the marble as she marched back into the room. Her hips rolled rhythmically with every stride, her uniform hugging her curves like a second skin. She remained silent; words were unnecessary.

Stopping directly in front of me, her dark eyes glowed with a feral, starving intensity. With a single, smooth motion, she climbed onto my lap and pressed her hands against my chest, shoving me back until I was reclined against the soft cushions of the sofa.

I was acutely aware of every inch of her contact.

Her breasts were heavy and full against my chest, her nipples already stiff against the thin cloth of her uniform. She ground her pelvis down, her internal heat radiating through our clothes as her breath hitched while she rolled her body against mine.

Her palms slid down my torso, fingers tracing the musculature beneath my shirt before she grabbed the hem and yanked it upward. I offered no resistance, my cock already tensing as her thighs clamped around me, her ass flexing with each shift of her weight.

"Angela," I warned in a low murmur that doubled as a promise, my hands seizing her hips and digging my thumbs into her soft flesh.

She paid the warning no mind.

Her mouth slammed into mine, her tongue aggressively forcing its way past my teeth to claim my mouth. I let out a growl during the kiss, my hands traveling up her back to pull her flush against me, grinding her down onto my throbbing cock.

A moan escaped into my mouth as her hips began to move in slow, purposeful circles. Her pussy was already drenched, her arousal soaking through the light fabric of her panties.

The doorbell rang, sharp and sudden, slicing through the heavy lust filling the room. Angela recoiled with a quiet gasp, her lips puffed from the kiss and her breathing ragged. She scrambled to fix her uniform, her fingers shaking as she tried to pull herself together.

I moved to a sitting position, my cock still pulsing beneath my trousers, my expression dark as I glared at the door.

Lisa was standing there, flanked by Veronica and Mary like a pair of hunting predators. Lisa had traded her uniform for modern attire—tight jeans that accentuated her toned legs and a checkered shirt with the top buttons left open to showcase her deep cleavage. The fabric was strained by her curves, her nipples visible through the thin material.

Veronica was dressed in a similar fashion, her shirt stretched to its limit over her massive tits, the cleavage so deep it bordered on scandalous, her nipples straining against the cloth. Mary’s jeans were skin-tight on her thick thighs, and her shirt could barely contain the weight of her breasts, the buttons looking ready to pop with every breath.

Lisa’s eyes darted between Angela and me, her face slightly flushed, though she kept her voice steady. "Sir..." she began, her hand gripping the doorframe. "They were requesting an audience with you."

I gave a nod, my focus shifting to Veronica and Mary. "Lisa," I said with a commanding, low tone. "Pick any vacant room; you live here now. Angela’s safety is your responsibility."

Lisa nodded firmly, her body stiffening, though a spark of gratitude or excitement danced in her eyes before she turned. "Yes, sir."

As she walked away, the sway of her ass was enough to capture any gaze, her hips moving with a natural, mesmerizing flow.

Veronica and Mary didn't spare Angela a single look. Instead, they moved forward, their eyes fixed solely on me.

"Dexter..." Veronica purred darkly, her fingers tracing the collar of her open shirt, teasing the swell of her chest.

I signaled for them to approach. "Sit down."

They complied immediately.

Veronica’s thigh pressed firmly against mine, her heavy breasts bouncing with her breathing, her nipples already protruding through her shirt.

Mary’s hand crept dangerously close to my cock, her body leaning into me as if she were starving for contact. Her plump lips were parted slightly, and her dark eyes were filled with a mixture of hunger and defiance.

However, my voice suddenly cut through the sexual tension, sounding grave and serious, snapping their focus away from the heat of the moment.

"I am aware of everything regarding your mother," I stated, locking eyes with them, my voice disciplined and low. "Do not place the blame on her. It wasn't her fault."

Mary’s hand stopped instantly, her expression souring with bitterness. "How can she claim to be a mother?" she spat, her voice sharp as her breasts heaved in anger.

"She tossed us aside! She left us to suffer in that pit while she enjoyed a life of luxury here!" Her nipples were hard, poking against her shirt as she panted in rage.

Veronica’s hands balled into fists in her lap, her tits rising and falling in rapid succession. "She didn't even attempt to help," she whispered, her voice shaking with buried fury. "She just walked away."

I leaned in, resting my elbows on my knees, my gaze cold and steady. "Do you truly believe she wanted to abandon you?" I growled. "Do you think she picked this life over her own children?"

Mary scowled, crossing her arms beneath her heavy breasts, which pushed them up and made her nipples even more obvious. "Then explain it!" she yelled, her frustration boiling over.

I let out a slow breath, clasping my hands together with a serious look. "Walter murdered your father," I began steadily. "Angela kept her distance from you only to ensure you stayed alive..."

"And you think your arrival here was just a coincidence?" I snorted, my fingers tapping the couch armrest.

"The clues at your home—the ones that guided you to the portal? She planted them. The keys left in the car? The supplies for your escape? That was all her. She orchestrated your freedom long before you even realized you needed it."

Veronica’s hands flew to her face, her eyes welling with tears. "She... she did all that?" she whispered, her voice cracking.

Mary’s entire body shook, tears streaming down as the truth finally landed. "We... we had no idea," she choked out, her voice thick with remorse.

Veronica stood up suddenly, her chest heaving as tears poured down her face. "Mother—!" she wailed, her voice breaking as she rushed toward Angela, who stood pale and shocked near the door.

Mary was right on her heels, crying openly as she threw herself into Angela’s arms. "P-please forgive us..." she sobbed, her frame racking with violent tremors. "We didn't understand—!"

Angela stumbled under their collective weight, her own tears finally breaking free as she pulled them into a fierce embrace. Her hands stroked their hair, her body shaking with a mix of relief and devotion.

"My girls..." she wept, her voice raw. "My beautiful girls... I never stopped loving you. I never could."

The room was filled with the sound of their sobbing as they held one another—mother and daughters, finally reunited and finally free.