Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 476: Emily’s Final Confession

Jennifer cast a piercing, irritated look my way as she scrubbed between her thighs with a wet cloth, her motions harsh from annoyance. Sex's heavy, alluring aroma still lingered in the air, yet her face held zero satisfaction.

"Always cumming inside me..." she grumbled, exasperation thick in her tone.

"What if I really get pregnant? Then what?" She flung the towel into the basin, her fingers hovering between her legs as though searching for signs of my deposit.

I laughed lightly, tugging up my trousers slowly on purpose, gaze fixed on hers through the mirror. My grin only made her frown deepen. "Chill out, Jennifer," I taunted while fastening my belt.

"You crave it when I stuff you full. Plus, you're always the one pleading for it." I drew near, lips grazing her earlobe to make her quiver. "If it helps, I'll pull out next time... right after I've got you squirting twice."

A huff escaped her, cheeks burning with blended anger and leftover lust. "You're impossible," she snapped, though the edge lacked true fire—merely our usual warped interplay.

I stood tall, smoothing my shirt. "Heading back now," I stated casually, like we hadn't just rutted wildly in her daughter's bathroom. "Emily and Nathalie await me still."

Jennifer's gaze sharpened, mouth tightening into a slim line. "Hmph," she snorted, making no move to halt me. She understood our game raged on.

The bathroom door clicked closed as I exited. Silence filled the dining room, dinner's remains strewn over the table.

Side by side, Emily and Nathalie perched, plates shoved aside, faces inscrutable. At my approaching steps, Emily's eyes rose, a silent spark flashing within. She rose suddenly, chair scraping loudly.

"I want to talk to you," she murmured, voice hushed. "Alone."

I nodded, face gentling. "Sure," I answered, motioning to the door. "Let's take a stroll."

Night's chill breeze enveloped us in the garden, leaves whispering softly and crickets chirping afar as the sole noises piercing the quiet.

Arms folded snug across her chest, fingers biting into her arms to steady herself, Emily paced next to me. Moonlight painted gentle shadows on her features, etching the strain in her jaw and the quivering press of her lips.

Her inner tempest brewed palpably—rage, remorse, desire—all churning below her calm facade. Gravel crunched beneath our steps like a ticking clock to her bottled words during our wordless trek.

At last, I halted, pivoting toward her. Moonbeams glinted off tears brimming in her eyes. "Emily," I uttered gently, grasping her hand. She jerked briefly yet held firm. "Speak to me. I'm listening, no matter what."

Hard swallow, eyes to the earth. "I don’t know where to begin," she breathed, voice fracturing.

"I hate your lies to me. Hate believing them. Hate wanting to believe." One tear trailed her cheek; she swiped it furiously. "Worst, after all this, knowing the truth... I still miss you. Miss us."

Raw and weighty, her confession dangled in the air. Closer I stepped, thumb erasing another tear. "Emily, eyes on me," I whispered. Her gaze lifted finally, pain so profound it twisted my heart.

"Hurting you was never my intent. Not this way. But truth now—no lies here. Every instant with you, lies or not, felt true. You felt true."

Headshake, fresh tears cascading. "Trust that? Trust any word from you?"

"Not trusting words is what I ask," emotion rasping my voice.

"Trust this instead." Her hand met my chest, feeling my heart's wild, steady thump.

"I love you, Emily. Not Mike. Not some act. Me—the guy who'd raze everything for your smile."

Breath caught, fingers clutching my shirt. "You don’t get it," she gasped, voice splintering.

"Mike owned my love. I mourned him. Now feelings surge for you—wrong ones. Feels like betrayal to him. To me."

Hands cradled her face, thumbs clearing tears. "No betrayal, Emily. Mike cherished you above all. Here now, he'd wish your true joy." Whisper followed. "Live. Love. Feel."

Shuddering exhale, form quaking against me. "If I can't? Too shattered for love again?"

"Not shattered," I declared intensely, drawing her close. "You're mighty. Mightier than realized. Daily I'll prove love's possible again. Deserved again."

Face plunged into my chest, shoulders heaving with quiet cries. "So scared," she confessed muffled. "Scared to lose you. Love you. Another deception."

Tighter embrace, lips to her hair. "Not leaving, Emily. Promise. Lifetime mending your hurt. Just... chance for me. For us."

Slight retreat, eyes probing mine. "Mom? What do I say?"

Hair tuck behind ear, touch soft. "I'll manage your mom. No worries there. Dad's secure, Emily—outside city, serene spot. Want him? We go today. Right now even."