Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 525: The Backseat: Diana’s Finger on My Zipper

Grace entered the room, halting abruptly at the threshold. Her gaze landed on her normally stern employer, Diana, nestled against my chest as if seeking a moment of comfort.

For an instant, Grace appeared stunned, her jaw slack before she swiftly regained her professional demeanor. "Boss..." she stammered, her tone unusually uncertain. "The vehicle is prepared."

Diana remained looking away, pressing closer to me and tightening her hold on my arm, as if daring Grace to voice any objection. "We’ll be there momentarily," she replied, her voice languid and almost playful, a stark contrast to the sharp authority Grace expected.

A subtle smirk played on my lips as Diana finally, and reluctantly, drew back, though her hand remained intertwined with mine.

As we proceeded towards the elevator, Diana took the lead, her confidence unwavering as if she hadn't just been observed in a moment of vulnerability. The elevator doors glided shut, enclosing us, and Diana leaned against the interior wall. Her eyes, dark and filled with a possessive hunger, drew me closer.

The underground car park was dimly illuminated, the deep thrum of an engine resonating against the concrete structures as Grace held the car door open.

Diana entered the rear seat first, then drew me in behind her with a firm grip on my wrist. The instant the door sealed shut, the outside world receded, leaving only the three of us. Grace occupied the driver's seat, her attention fixed on the path ahead, while Diana sat beside me, her presence radiating a powerful, charged warmth.

Diana's voice sliced through the quiet, sharp and decisive. "Grace, ensure we are not being followed."

Grace acknowledged the order with a nod, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the steering wheel. "Understood, Boss."

Diana then turned to me, her fingers idly caressing my thigh. "Dexter," she murmured, her voice low and resonant, "do you possess a communication device?"

I retrieved my phone from my pocket and surrendered it to her without hesitation. Diana accepted it, along with her own and Grace's devices, and placed them inside a sophisticated, metal container that resembled a compact briefcase more than anything else.

With a definitive snap, she secured the container. "This device nullifies all signals—tracking, unauthorized access, everything." Her gaze met mine, a challenging spark igniting within them. "No one will trail us. No one will overhear us."

I gave a slight nod, comprehending the gravity of her declaration. This action extended beyond mere security concerns; it was about us, about the rare, unguarded moments we were seizing amidst a world intent on separating us.

Diana then shifted, turning her body towards me, and rested her head in my lap. The gentle warmth of her breath emanated through the material of my trousers, her cheek pressing firmly against my thigh.

I inhaled sharply, my fingers finding their way into her hair as the car navigated out of the parking garage, Grace's eyes briefly scanning the rearview mirror before returning their focus to the road.

The steady hum of the engine filled the void, but my awareness was completely absorbed by Diana—by the subtle hitch in her breath as she turned her head slightly, her lips grazing the fabric covering my thigh.

My groin stirred, hardening beneath her touch, and I suppressed a groan as Diana momentarily paused, her body stiffening for a fraction of a second before a soft, surprised sound of laughter escaped her.

She remained still for a beat, her breath catching as she registered the undeniable presence of my erection against her skin. A soft, surprised chuckle escaped her lips, parting as she subtly shifted her head, her cheek now directly against the pronounced bulge. "Mmm," she hummed, her voice a low, amused purr. "It appears someone is quite pleased to see me."

I released a forceful exhale, my fingers tightening in her hair as she moved again, her lips brushing the fabric in a manner that sent a jolt through my entire body.

Then, with deliberate slowness, she pressed a single finger against the contour of my hardness through my trousers, tracing its length. The sensation was almost unbearable—just enough to elicit a groan from me, my hips involuntarily jerking.

"Diana—" My voice emerged rough, a dual expression of warning and entreaty.

She chuckled, her breath warm against me as she applied slight pressure again, her fingertip circling the tip of my cock through the material. "So impatient," she whispered, her voice laced with amusement. "And here I believed you were the one capable of maintaining composure."

I stifled another groan as her finger increased its pressure, her touch both teasing and tormenting. "You are toying with me," I muttered, my free hand gripping the edge of the seat.

Diana responded with a soft, breathy laugh, her cheek still resting against me, her finger continuing its slow, maddening exploration. "Oh, I'm merely commencing the festivities," she whispered, her lips brushing the fabric once more, this time with just enough force to make my cock involuntarily press against her face.

Grace’s eyes darted to the rearview mirror, her jaw clenching, though she remained silent. The vehicle swerved suddenly, forcing Diana’s face even closer to my groin, her steady breaths warm against me.

I felt the moist heat of her exhalations, noticed her lips slightly part as she nestled near, her finger continuing its slow caress over my stiffening length.

"You are unbearable," I rumbled, my voice thick with lust, my hand gripping her hair tighter.

Diana angled her head, just enough to plant a kiss on my inner thigh, her lips lingering, her breath a hot, teasing caress. "And yet," she purred, her voice a deep, alluring promise, "here you are, firm as iron and entirely under my control."

I could not dispute her words. Not when her touch sent waves of madness through me, not when the peril outside only intensified the fire between us.

The car surged forward, Grace’s gaze fixed on the path ahead, but my focus was entirely on Diana—the hitch in her breath as she pressed nearer, the slight increase in pressure from her finger, the way her lips parted against me in a silent, agonizing tease.

"Drive faster, Grace," Diana whispered, her voice a dark imperative, her breath still warm against my hardness. "Our time is limited."