Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 679: Madeline’s Seduction 2

Madeline’s fingers dipped beneath the lace, her body arching slightly as she touched herself, her lips parting in a soft, needy gasp. "Mmm... I’m so wet for you, Dexter," she whispered, her voice thick with arousal.

"All night, thinking about how you’d feel... how you’d taste..." She guided my hand to her thigh, her skin burning beneath my touch. "Touch me," she commanded, her voice a mix of plea and demand. "Please... I need to feel you."

I hesitated, my mind still clinging to the last threads of professionalism. But Madeline wasn’t having it. She grabbed my wrist, pressing my hand between her legs, her fingers lacing with mine as she forced me to cup her through her panties.

The heat was staggering, the dampness of her arousal soaking through the fabric, her body trembling against my touch.

"Fuck, Dexter..." she moaned, her head falling back as I finally gave in, my fingers pressing against her, exploring the slick, swollen folds beneath the lace.

"Yes... just like that..." Her hand never stopped moving on my cock, her strokes growing faster, more insistent. "You feel how bad I want you?" she whispered, her voice raw with need. "I’ve been dripping for you all night..."

Her body moved against my hand, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "That’s it..." she murmured, her lips finding my neck again, her teeth grazing my skin. "Make me yours, Dexter. Please..."

I was lost. Completely, irrevocably lost. My cock ached, my body burning with need, my mind finally surrendering to the heat of her touch, the taste of her skin, the sound of her moans. Madeline’s hand left my cock, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me into another searing kiss, her body arching against mine.

Madeline’s body was a furnace against mine, her skin slick with arousal, her breath hot and ragged.

She shifted above me, her nightgown now a crumpled pool of silk beside the bed, her bare breasts pressing against my chest as she straddled my thighs. Her black lace panties were the only barrier between us, the fabric damp and clinging to her, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.

She reached down, her fingers wrapping around my cock, her grip firm as she guided it to her entrance. The head pressed against her folds, the heat of her pussy scorching against my skin. She rocked her hips slightly, teasing me, her lips parting in a soft, needy gasp as she rubbed herself against me.

"Mmm... feel that?" she whispered, her voice a dark purr. "Feel how wet I am for you, Dexter?" She pressed harder, the tip of my cock slipping slightly inside her, just enough to make us both groan. "I’ve been dripping for you all night... thinking about how you’d feel inside me... how full you’d make me..."

She pulled back, her hand still wrapped around my cock, her thumb swiping over the head to collect the bead of precum that had formed.

She brought it to her lips, licking it clean with a slow, deliberate flick of her tongue. "Mmm... you taste so good," she moaned, her eyes locked onto mine, dark with lust. "But I want more... I want all of you..."

She positioned my cock at her entrance again, her other hand sliding down to part her folds, her fingers teasing her clit in slow, deliberate circles. "Do you want this, Dexter?" she asked, her voice a mix of command and pleading.

"Do you want me to put it in?" She pressed the head against her again, her body trembling with need. "Tell me... say it..."

I groaned, my hips jerking forward instinctively, my cock aching to sink into her heat. But the last threads of my resistance still clung to me, my mind screaming at me to maintain some semblance of control. "Ma’am..."

Madeline’s eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "Oh no, no, no..." she chided, her voice a dark chuckle. "That’s not how this works, Dexter." She tapped my cock against her pussy, the wet, slick sound of it driving me wild.

"You don’t get to hide behind Ma’am anymore. Not when I’m this close to taking you inside me." She pressed harder, the tip slipping in just a fraction more, her body clenching around me. "Say it. Say you want me to put it in."

She pulled back again, her hand stroking my cock in slow, torturous movements, her thumb swiping over the head each time. "I won’t do it until you ask," she whispered, her voice dripping with sin.

"I want to hear you beg for it, Dexter. I want to hear you say how bad you want to be inside me... how hard you’ll fuck me once I let you in..."

Her free hand slid up my chest, her nails scraping lightly against my skin, her touch possessive, owning. "Come on, my loyal bodyguard..." she purred, her hips rolling in slow, teasing circles, her pussy brushing against my cock with each movement. "Say it. Say you want your cock inside my pussy."

I groaned, my hands gripping her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs. The sight of her above me, her body glistening with arousal, her breasts heavy and swaying with each movement, was almost too much to bear. My cock throbbed, desperate for release, for her.

"Fuck, Madeline..." I managed, my voice rough with need.

She let out a low, satisfied laugh, her eyes dark with triumph. "Close... but not quite," she murmured, her hand still working my cock, her touch maddening.

"Try again, Dexter. Say it." She pressed the head against her entrance once more, her body trembling with anticipation. "I want to hear those dirty words on your lips... I want to hear you admit how much you want this... how much you want me."

She leaned down, her lips brushing against mine, her breath hot and sweet. "Say it..." she whispered, her voice a dark command. "Say I want my cock inside your pussy, Madeline..."

I groaned, my body aching with need, my mind finally surrendering to the heat of her touch, the taste of her skin, the sound of her voice. My hands tightened on her hips, my cock throbbing beneath her, desperate for release.

"I—" My voice was rough, my throat tight with desire. "I want my cock inside your pussy, Madeline..."

Her smile was wicked, her eyes dark with victory. "Louder," she demanded, her voice a growl. "I want to hear you, Dexter. I want the whole fucking White House to hear how bad you want this..."

I groaned, my hips jerking forward, my cock pressing harder against her entrance. "I want my cock inside your pussy, Madeline!" I repeated, my voice louder, more desperate. "Fuck, I need it... I need to be inside you..."

Madeline’s breath hitched, her body trembling with need. "That’s it..." she purred, her voice thick with arousal. "That’s exactly what I wanted to hear..." She shifted, her hand guiding my cock to her entrance once more. "Now..." she whispered, her voice a dark promise. "Let’s see how good you are at filling me up..."