Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 293: Jealous Ada’s Lies: It Itches

My voice was a dark, predatory purr as I adjusted my aim, ensuring the stream soaked her completely. "You enjoy this, don’t you? Being marked like my little slut..."

"Yesss—!" Ruth cried out, her hips thrusting upward to chase the warmth. "I love it! It feels so filthy—ah!—but I need more!" Her dark, desperate eyes met mine, her lips swollen from her own teeth biting into them.

"Your cock is so hard, Dexter..." Ruth whispered, her voice heavy with desire while her fingers gripped the cold porcelain to steady herself. "It must be painful..." She bit her lip as her thighs shook, her pussy still wet from the heat of my piss. "Please... fuck me... Put it inside me... right now."

However, before I could lunge forward and breach Ruth's expectant heat, a soft, pathetic moan echoed through the air—"Aaaah..."—a sound of raw, pained longing.

Both of our heads snapped toward Ada. She stood there clutching her own thighs, her breathing ragged and her eyes fixed on my cock with a hunger so intense it looked like desperation. Her lips were bitten raw and her nipples were as stiff as pebbles; her pussy was already glistening, not just from arousal, but from the agony of being ignored.

I pulled back, my turgid cock nearly grazing Ada’s vibrating thighs as I moved toward her. "Mother Ada..." My voice was low, dripping with a feigned concern while my hands craved to touch her. "What is wrong?"

Ruth rushed to her side, her voice tinged with panic. "Mother, are you in pain? Let Dexter check—"

Ada didn't hesitate for a second. With a sudden, fluid motion, she doubled over and used both hands to pull her ass cheeks wide, fully exposing her flushed, dripping pussy and asshole. "Dexter..." Her voice was unsteady, but her gaze burned with a calculating fire.

"My asshole... it is... itching..." She shifted her weight, her fingers trembling as she pulled herself even wider, her asshole pulsing and wet with need. "Please... take a look..."

Ruth’s brow furrowed with genuine worry. "Mother, your asshole looks so swollen... Dexter, what do we do—?"

Internally, I smirked. Oh, Ada. She had reached her limit—just like the last time I had fucked her under the pretense of "healing" her throbbing, itchy asshole. In reality, it was her soaking, desperate pussy that had given her away. Now, she was playing the same card, her body betraying her with the shameless, slick proof of her desire.

I knelt behind her, my cock throbbing as I ran a finger along the tight ring of her asshole, feeling the muscle clench at my contact. "Hmm..." I hummed, my voice sounding like a dark, knowing purr.

"It certainly looks irritated..." My finger pressed inward, circling the entrance slowly, causing Ada to let out a broken whimper as her hips pushed back into my hand.

"Dexter..." she moaned, her voice vibrating. "It burns... I need you to... fix it..."

Ruth stood there paralyzed, her own intense need momentarily shoved aside as she stared at her mother’s obscenely spread rear. Her mind was a mess of confusion and sudden realization. "But how? What can we—?" Her voice shook, her fingers twitching at her sides while her pussy ached from the lack of attention.

I interrupted her, my voice commanding and smooth, filled with false empathy. "Ruth, let me carry Mother Ada to the room..." I paused, locking eyes with her in a way that permitted no rebellion. "And then I will perform a proper examination of her asshole."

Ruth wavered, her eyes darting between Ada’s desperately bared hole and my pulsing cock, which was already slick with pre-cum. Eventually, she nodded, her lips set in a firm line as her body shuddered with frustrated lust.

I gathered Ada into my arms, carrying her like a princess while her bare, perspiring skin pressed against me. Her diamond-hard nipples poked into my chest, and she let out a needy whimper, her arms wrapping around my neck as if I were her only hope. "Dexter..." she breathed out, her thighs tightening around my waist in desperation.

I brought her to the bed, my cock rubbing against her ass and leaving a trail of pre-cum on her smooth flesh. With a possessive, deliberate movement, I laid her face-down, her breasts squashed against the mattress while her ass remained spread and glistening.

"Ruth." My voice was a dark order, making her startle. "Come help me hold her ass open like this."

She swallowed hard but complied, her hands shaking as she stepped closer and sank her fingers into Ada’s flesh. With a slow, purposeful motion, she pulled her mother’s asscheeks apart, revealing the tight, puckered ring of Ada’s asshole, which was twitching and wet from her own arousal.

"Good girl," I purred, my fingers tracing the slick, vibrating entrance. "I think I need to lubricate it..."

I leaned down until my face was inches from Ada’s rear, the musky, intoxicating scent of her pussy and asshole filling my senses. I took a deep breath before my tongue flicked out to lick a slow, teasing line from her soaked pussy up to her tight asshole, collecting her fluids. Ada let out a shattered, desperate moan, her body jerking as her asshole clenched against the sensation.

"Fuck..." I growled, my cock throbbing with pain as pre-cum dripped onto the sheets. The sweet, salty, and filthy taste of her made my head spin. I did it again, pressing my tongue against her asshole and circling the tight ring, forcing the muscle to relax under my wet, persistent pressure.

Ada whimpered, her hips bucking while her fingers clawed at the bedding. "Dexter—please—" Her voice was a wrecked, needy sound, her asshole fluttering against my tongue, begging for fulfillment.

Ruth watched the scene in stunned silence, her own breathing coming in ragged gasps. Her pussy throbbed as she held her mother’s ass open, her fingers trembling against the soft, spread skin. "D-Dexter..." she stammered, her voice heavy with conflicted lust. "Is this... truly necessary?"

I pulled back, my lips shiny with Ada’s juices, and locked my gaze onto Ruth’s. "Oh, it is very necessary," I whispered, my finger pressing against Ada’s asshole and sinking in past the first knuckle. Ada shrieked, her body arching as her asshole sucked me in like a hungry mouth.

"She is sick, Ruth," I lied smoothly, my finger twisting to stretch her. "Her asshole requires attention... or the aching will never stop..."