Chapter 220 Lover.

Chapter 220: 220 Lover.

Psyren giggled impishly, and I felt her hair brush my neck as she leaned in, her breath ghostly, sending shivers down my spine and to my toes. "Want to find out, bossman?"

I felt her breasts press against the back of my head, soft and heavy, nipples already stiff through the thin fabric, and with my blood warmed already by the feel of her hands doing those amazing things on my shoulders, there wasn’t any mystery about what was coming next.

"Sounds like something worth investigating," I hummed.

"Doesn’t it?" Psyren cooed, taking one hand off my shoulder as she stepped around the chair. I took the opportunity to admire her.

Even without her powers, Psyren absolutely radiated sex appeal. She wore it with the sort of cocky confidence that would make a man putty in her hands.

I liked to think I was a bit better than that, but let’s be honest, she knew how to make me want her.

Though she was slim, she was curved in all the ways that counted, and as she slipped onto my lap, I grunted as she nudged against my bulge, grinding the soft heat of her cunt right over the thick ridge straining my pants.

Her hands returned to my shoulders, Psyren arching above me, her lashes low, fluttering, and her smile deep and hot.

"Mmm. Boss, seems like there’s some other tension you need help dealing with," she purred, her body rocking, rubbing herself against me in slow, filthy circles that left a damp patch on my trousers.

"Are you volunteering?" I asked, one hand resting on her hip, giving her ass a playful squeeze that made the flesh yield under my fingers. My other hand reaching up and brushing my fingers along her face.

Psyren cooed happily, her lashes lidding her eyes, the pink glow of the neon hearts radiating through all the same. "Always, boss. And anytime," she purred as she leaned down and kissed me.

Mmm. Psyren’s kiss was always something else. I returned the favour with interest, my tongue tasting her bubble-gum flavoured lips, instantly given access as my hand stroked the taut fabric stretched across her ass.

My other hand cradled her cheek, Psyren moaning softly into my mouth, her head tilting to nestle into my palm, the soft hum of static coming from her oversized headphones faintly audible.

I stroked her, admiring her. God she was beautiful—lips already swollen, tongue slick and eager, hips never stopping that slow, deliberate grind that had my cock throbbing so hard it hurt.

And as I did, I noticed her spiked collar had a dog tag on it.

Curious, I moved my hand from her cheek and lifted the tag up to the light. "Really, Psyren?" I said, finally seeing the M carved in the metal. "Didn’t we have a talk about this?"

"Mmm. Sorry, bossman," Psyren giggled, the sound vibrating against my mouth. "But I just couldn’t help myself. And you know how bad I can get when it involves you."

I rolled my eyes as she arched, pushing her breasts forward so the pierced nipples dragged over my chest, but dammit it was hard to be mad at a girl like her.

Besides, I didn’t really care too much about the collar thing. And honestly? Kinda flattered. I knew I shouldn’t be, but I was. And I was also very turned on—cock leaking, balls tight, every nerve screaming to bury myself inside her.

I felt my manhood throb in my pants, straining the fabric as Psyren’s rolling hips rubbed against me, driving me closer towards a peak.

I grunted with arousal, my breathing growing hotter. It should be illegal for her to be this fucking sexy. My hand slid down her cheek to join my other hand on her ass.

I stroked her, feeling the tight fabric of her pants. My fingers slid up and grasped the hem. A flick of my powers had her belt undo itself, and I pulled down.

Psyren moaned—low, needy, already starting to lose the edge of her usual cockiness—leaning towards me, ass rising to let me yank her pants and panties down in one rough tug.

She kicked them off, wriggling against my bulging cock so the bare, slick lips of her pussy smeared wet heat along the length of me.

She reached down, grabbing the hem of her top and tugging it up and off, tits bouncing free, metal bars glinting.

I took the moment to admire her once more. Fucking hell she was perfect.

Her cheeks were warm, flushed with pleasure and anticipation of arousal, her firm breasts so tender and needy, twin metal bars piercing her nipples.

Millions yearned for a sight like this. Fans across the world would kill for a glimpse of her right now.

But she was mine.

All mine.

It was things like this that made being a villain so very worth it.

"Enjoying the view, bossman?" Psyren cooed as she leaned forward, her hands resting on my lap, one supporting her, the other teasing my belt open with a metallic clink.

Her bare cunt hovered just above my cock, dripping, the scent of her thick and sweet.

"You know it," I said, easing back in the chair, sucking in a hiss of breath as Psyren’s fingers fished out my cock, her touch cool on the throbbing heat of my manhood.

She gave it a slow stroke from base to tip, smearing the precum that was already beading, then another, tighter, twisting her wrist just the way she knew drove me crazy.

"I do, bossman," Psyren breathed, licking her lips, plumped with passion. Her eyes afire with the psionic glow of the pink hearts. "I do. I know how much you want me. I know how much you need me. But boss?"

"Mmm?" I hummed, hips twitching up into her fist.

She leaned forward, dipping down, her lips parting with the soft words, spoken like a secret against my mouth. "I want you even more."

She kissed me again, and I could only groan at the passion of her lips—tongue thrusting deep, teeth nipping, saliva already slick between us.

I sat up straighter, a thrumming tension of psionic electricity buzzing through me, my cock instantly full mast and twitching hard in her hand.

So that’s how she wanted it, hm? Well two could play that game, and with a flick of my fingers, I had my magnetic powers start vibrating her nipple piercings.

Psyren cried out—high, sharp, the sound swallowed in the kiss as she stiffened, shivering hard as her sensitive nipples were suddenly buzzing with the magnetic hum.

Her legs tightened around my lap, her body arching so violently the chair creaked. Instantly I had her by the small of the back, pulling her closer, my cock grinding against her pussy, the head catching on her clit with every roll of her hips.

She moaned heatedly into my mouth, rubbing her slit against my shaft, coating me in her wetness, her hips giving another buck, lifting herself, her hand angling my cock as she lowered herself—

—and sheathed me deep inside her in one dripping, desperate slide.

Ohhhh fuuuuuck! I couldn’t help but groan in pleasure as I felt her tighten deliciously around me, walls fluttering, scorching hot, so fucking tight it bordered on painful in the best way.

Damn but that was gooood.

Psyren panted with pleasure, breaking the kiss just long enough to gasp, then diving back in, her tongue wrestling with mine, her hips rising, falling, fucking herself atop me with growing urgency—sloppy, wet sounds filling the room every time she dropped down and took every inch.

"Boss," she gasped between kisses, her breath hot and broken. Her cheeks flushed deep. Her eyes misty, shrouded with psionic pleasure.

I could actually hear the glass of the book cabinets ring softly at her power leaking out, but I wasn’t much better. Every nail in my chair was humming.

Every hinge, screw, and electric wire was vibrating as Psyren rode me harder, faster, tits bouncing, pierced nipples still buzzing under my power.

Fuck she was good. Fuck she was perfect—cunt gripping me like a fist, dripping down my balls, the wet slap of skin on skin getting louder, filthier.

"Psyren," I grunted, my hands squeezing her ass hard enough to leave marks, grasping her firm rear, spreading her open so I could drive her down harder, plunging my cock up to meet her every time she dropped.

She whimpered, then moaned, then started to lose it entirely as I fucked her with greater urgency, the chair rocking, the air thick with the scent of sex and ozone from her leaking power.

"B-boss—ah—f-fuck—! Mnnn—! Oh god—oh fuck—boss—!" Her words fractured, voice climbing higher, louder. "I—I can’t—mmmph—! So deep—so fucking deep—! Ah—ah—AH!"

The room’s lights began to flicker as I fucked her, hips snapping up hard enough that her tits slapped against my chest, and if I didn’t finish soon, I might just cause a power surge. I didn’t want to.

I usually had better control than that. But Psyren just had a way of making me want to give up all those inhibitions. To just fuck her raw—pound into that perfect, greedy cunt until she broke.

Psyren broke the kiss, gasping like she was coming up for air, her hair floating wildly with psychic power unleashed, eyes pure glowing pink hearts, mouth open and wet. "Boss. Boss! I... I’m gonna... Mnnn—! F-fuck—! I’m—I’m—AAAAHHH!"

She suddenly leaned down, biting my shoulder hard as she came, the scream muffled against my skin but still loud enough to make the glass cabinets rattle harder.

Her whole body locked up, cunt clamping down on me in rhythmic, milking pulses so tight I saw stars, juices gushing out around my cock and soaking my thighs.

She kept shaking, kept trying to speak—"B-boss—love—f-fuck—can’t—mmmph—!"—but the words dissolved into broken, high-pitched screams and incoherent babble as the orgasm ripped through her, psychic energy flaring so bright the lights strobed.

"Argh!" I grunted, the pain of her teeth like a jolt of sensitive sensation. It surged down me, through me, and straight into my cock right when I felt her inner walls tighten, squeezing me with her sudden orgasm.

There was no more holding back. I groaned, driving up into her one last brutal time, and came at the same moment—thick, hot pulses flooding her, cock jerking hard as I pumped every drop deep into that spasming, perfect heat.

Euphoria floated through me. The sudden tension of pleasure lifting me higher than I could ever fly.

I groaned as the jolts of orgasmic pleasure petered out, and as they did a wonderful relaxation oozed through me like soothing waves.

I settled back into the chair, panting hot and hard with the ecstasy of the moment, still buried inside her, feeling the aftershocks flutter around my cock.

Psyren purred like a cat, licking the bite marks on my shoulder, her tongue teasing, body still twitching, voice raw and wrecked. "Mmm. Did... did that help... help you relax, bossman?" she asked, the words slurred, soft, almost dazed.

"Fuck... fuck yes," I managed, hands still gripping her ass, keeping her seated deep on me. "You really are a girl of... of many skills."

"And all yours," Psyren said, nuzzling my neck, still trembling, still dripping around me.

Too true. I gave her ass another possessive squeeze as I settled on the seat, exhaling contentedly, and at least for a while, forgot about all the troubles waiting for me beyond that room, and the arms of my psychotic psychic lover.