Chapter 30 So Bad.

Chapter 30: 30 So Bad.

I grunted. But... well, things might have gone south with Red Death but for her help. And it would be a shame to be called ungrateful...

"Well," I mused, an arm wrapping around her, cupping the firmness of her ass, "since you were so helpful..."

I actually felt the shiver rush through her at those words.

Psyren moaned softly, arching against me, her eyes pulsing with pink light.

She leaned up closer, her breath hot and smelling faintly of peppermint. "Wanna fuck me right here on the table?" Psyren said, her hand rubbing my cock through my pants. "Show everybody that you fucking own me? That I’m your hot slut?"

"That’s..."

"I could make them forget it. Fuck," she said, practically grinding herself against my leg. "I could make them never see us as you pounded me right in front of them. They’d never need to know. C’mon, bossman. Let’s get real naughty..."

Tempting as that was (and holy fuck was it tempting) I knew better than to risk it.

Instead, I got up sharply, pulling her with me. Psyren gasped in surprise as I leaned down and kissed her hard on her lips.

A tremor like an electric shock went through her, her body practically vibrating against mine as my hand slid along her ass and hip.

She moaned, head tilting back, eyes fluttering half closed, and when I broke the kiss she was panting hot and fast.

"My car. Now," I said.

"You’re the boss," she breathed.

I smirked and tossed some money on the table.

We didn’t get the food, but it was always good to tip the staff of the restaurant you almost started a super brawl in.

Still kissing Psyren, I walked her out the door, her slender figure pressed eagerly against me.

I barely managed to get us into the car, almost tearing the door off with a distracted yank of magnetic power.

I threw Psyren into the back seat, moving over her, her mouth panting hotly peppermint scented gasps as my hand cupped her breast through her shirt, feeling the hard lumps of metal bars piercing her nipples.

"Mmmm," she moaned.

"Pierced?" I said, grabbing the hem of her shirt, yanking it up. Her firm, modest breasts bounced into the open. Perfect orbs that nestled atop her chest, the twin metal piercings gleaming in the faint lighting.

"Do you like?" Psyren cooed, stretching, her arms bending over her head to press against the car door.

"Not as much as you’re going to," I said, and began to vibrate the metal.

Psyren’s eyes shot wide open, her lips parting in a startled gasp, then keening in a moan of pleasure as her sensitive teats thrummed with the bars. "O-oh f-fuuuuuuck!" she moaned.

"Told you," I said, chuckled as I leaned down and kissed her again.

Psyren moaned, her legs parting as my hand cupped her mound, rubbing her through her pants.

Her hips rocked, grinding against my touch, her whimpers growing stronger as I tugged down her jeans, her panties following suite, revealing the delicate pink of her pussy. I stroked my thumb against her. Fuck she was wet.

And she was all mine.

She broke the kiss with a gasp, stretched out under me in the cramped space of the back of my car, her flushed face lit by the glow of the restaurant’s sign, her eyes pulsing with pink hearts.

"Please, boss," she gasped. "F-fucking take me!"

"You want it?" I said, undoing the front of my pants, pulling out my cock and stroking her slit with the tip. "You want the boss’s fat cock?"

"I neeeeed it!" she moaned, trembling as the studs that pierced her nipples vibrated even more.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," I teased, and pushed inside her.

Psyren cried out, quivering in delight as I filled her. She was tight, but that only made it all the better.

I groaned as her inner walls clamped down on my cock, already beginning to pump in and out of her, drawn into her lovely body with growing eagerness.

"Ohhh fuck yessss!" Psyren moaned. "Boss! Ah! Ah! Yes! F-fuck me! Fuck me faster! Harder! Oh boss. Oh fucking hell yesssss! Gimme... ah... gimme that f-fucking cock! Take me like your b-bitch, boss. Make me yours! Make me cuuuum!"

I barely cared she was making enough noise to wake the dead. Her hands pressed against the car door, the suspension rocking with my every thrust.

I grabbed her wrists, holding them down. Holding her down. Her legs wrapping around my waist as I drove my cock into her hard and faster. Faster. Faster.

"Fuck. Fuck! You’re tight. My tight little... ha... slut," I gasped.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned, throwing her arms around me, clawing my back through my shirt. "Oh boss, yessss! Call me that ha... ha... again. Call me your f-fucking slut!"

"That right? You like that? The big, powerful psychic likes being made my slut?" I demanded, grinning.

"Soooo muuuuuch!" Psyren wailed, her voice humming in the air, her breasts quivering under the magnetic vibrations of the nipple studs, her whole body trembling in utter ecstasy.

"Then fucking cum, Psyren. Cum for your boss! Cum for your master!"

Those words pushed her over the edge, seeming to turn a key of a fetish she maybe never even knew was there.

She arched under me, wailing in delight as she came, quivering as her inner walls rippled and quivered around my cock, her voice crying out a final, "Ohhhh fuuuuuck!"

That did it for me. I thrust into her once more, the sudden tightness of her silken pussy too much to resist.

I groaned as I came in her, body bucking as the sweet euphoria of orgasm swept over me, Psyren twitching as I spent myself in her with shuddering jolts of pleasure.

Panting, I eased out of her, her legs falling from around my waist to flop onto the seat of the car.

I couldn’t help but smile at the expression of utter ecstasy on her face, eyes lidded, lips parted in quivering gasps of bliss.

"Have fun?" I teased.

"Soooo much," Psyren moaned.

I chuckled, leaning down and kissing her again, her lips submissively responding to my own.

Maybe being a mentor wouldn’t be so bad after all...