Lust Meter System: Conquering Beauties

Chapter 259: Going Through Her Files

Liam stood up from the chair.

He moved behind her, both hands finding her hips, and pushed in.

"Oh," she said, her palms going flat against the desk immediately.

He didn’t ease into it. He pulled back and drove forward from the first stroke with real weight behind it, his hands gripping her hips tight, the desk legs scraping against the floor from the force.

Her breath came out sharp against the desk surface.

He kept going. His hands pulling her back to meet each thrust rather than just pushing forward, the two forces combining, her whole body rocking against the desk with the rhythm he had set.

"Oh god," she said. "Liam."

He drove deeper.

Her heels came up off the floor slightly with each deep stroke, her arms bending and straightening against the surface, absorbing the impact. Her silver-white hair had fallen forward across her face entirely and she wasn’t doing anything about it.

He reached forward and grabbed a handful of it, pulling it back gently, her head coming up with it, her back arching.

"Oh," she said, louder than before.

He kept the grip loose enough to be comfortable and hard enough to mean something and drove forward again.

"Mm," she said. "Oh god that’s."

He released her hair and moved both hands back to her hips, shifting his angle slightly, tilting her toward him, and drove in from a different direction.

She made a sound that went directly into the desk surface, her cheek pressing against the wood.

"Right there," she said. "Oh right there don’t move."

He moved.

She made the sound again.

He kept the angle, driving forward steadily at the new position, feeling her respond differently to it, her sounds changing quality, becoming less managed, more immediate.

Her legs shifted. She widened her stance on her own without being asked, her heels finding the floor properly, her whole lower body adjusting to give him better access, her butt pushing back to meet each stroke with its own momentum.

He drove harder.

The desk shifted. A pen rolled off the edge. Then a notebook. Then the entire stack of files near the corner caught the motion and went over the edge together, landing on the floor in a flat spread of scattered pages.

Liam looked at them.

"The files," he said.

"Don’t worry about it," she said into the desk surface, not moving anything except her hips which continued exactly as they had been. "I can just tell you what’s in them."

"While we’re doing this."

"You were going to ask me to go through them anyway," she said. "Consider it efficient."

He looked at her lying forward across his desk with her hair everywhere and her hips still moving and decided she had a point.

"Start talking," he said.

She pushed herself up slightly onto her elbows, her hair falling back from her face, and took a breath.

"Five small contracts while you were gone," she said. Her voice was uneven but present. "First was route mapping for a delivery company. Small operation, three vans, they had no system for how they were dispatching. We mapped their whole coverage area and built them a basic schedule. Two weeks. They were happy and they’ve already mentioned wanting to come back for something bigger once they grow."

He drove forward.

"Oh," she said. "Okay. Second was a stock flow review for a retail shop on the high street. Owner didn’t know why he kept running out of certain things and overstocking others. We looked at his sales patterns for six months and built him a simple reorder system. One week job. He paid immediately and sent his brother to us the following month."

"His brother come through?" Liam asked.

"That was the third one," she said. "Cost analysis for a small restaurant chain. Two locations. They wanted to know where their money was going every month because the numbers never felt right to them." She paused on a deeper stroke. "Mm. We found three areas where they were consistently overpaying on supplier contracts and one staff scheduling issue that was costing them hours every week."

"Did they act on it?"

"They renegotiated two of the supplier contracts already," she said. "Saving them a reasonable amount monthly now. They called me last week to say thank you which never happens."

He changed the angle again slightly and her sentence stopped mid-thought.

"Mm," she said. Then she found it again. "Fourth was a shipping schedule for an exporter. Small family business sending goods to three countries. Their timing was inconsistent and it was costing them in fees. We restructured their dispatch calendar and the problem cleared up in the first cycle."

"And the fifth."

She was quiet for a moment. Her hands pressed harder against the desk.

"Documentation restructure for a small manufacturing firm," she said. "That one I’m not proud of. The work itself was right but we didn’t present it well. Too much information delivered too fast. The owner left the final meeting confused instead of confident and I could see it happening and didn’t slow down when I should have."

"What did you do."

"Went back the next day with a simplified version," she said. "Walked through it section by section at their pace instead of ours. They understood it the second time and they’ve stayed with us." A pause. "I learned something from that one."

"Good," Liam said. "That’s how it works."

He drove forward hard and she made a sound that had nothing to do with lessons learned.

"The big one," he said.

She took a breath.

"Hartwell Group," she said.

He slowed slightly.

"Full logistics review for their distribution operation," she said. "Multiple locations. We’re one month into the scoping phase." Her voice had changed, something smaller in it now. "I should tell you that my dad had something to do with how the introduction happened."

"Don’t," Liam said.

"Don’t what."

"Don’t say it like it discounts the work." He kept moving, steady and deliberate. "Your dad opened a door. You still had to walk through it and make them believe we were worth their time. That’s not a small thing for a company that size."

She was quiet.

"You’re being sweet again," she said.

"It is a occasional thing, don’t get use to it," he said.

He drove forward hard.

"Oh," she said, her elbows nearly giving. "Okay then."

He gripped her hips and pulled her back fully onto him and started moving with real purpose now, no more conversation, no more pacing himself against anything.

Her butt shook with every impact, her hair swaying forward across the desk with each thrust.

She pushed herself up onto her hands properly, her arms straightening, giving herself something to push back from.

He drove harder.

"Oh," she said. "Oh god. Oh."

Her hands were sliding against the desk surface despite herself, her whole body moving with the force of it, her boobs pressing against the inside of the blouse and swaying with every stroke.

Then she turned her head and looked back at him over her shoulder.

"Turn me around," she said.

He pulled back and she turned, climbing onto the desk fully, her back going down against the surface, her legs wrapping around his waist. He pushed back in from this angle and she arched immediately, her head pressing back against the desk.

"Oh," she said. "That’s different."

He drove forward.

"Oh god," she said. "That’s completely different."

He kept going, her legs pulling him deeper on each stroke, her hands finding the edge of the desk above her head and gripping it. Her boobs moved with every thrust, swaying toward her face and pulling back, her blouse having given up any pretense of being tucked in anywhere.

Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.

"Mm," she said. "Oh. Right there."

He reached forward and wrapped one hand loosely around the side of her neck, not squeezing, just holding, his palm warm against her skin, and drove forward hard.

"Oh," she said. The word came out completely differently with his hand there, lower and more immediate, her eyes going slightly wide and then closing.

He kept the hand exactly where it was and kept going.

"Oh god," she said. "Liam. Oh god."

He drove harder. His hand holding her neck steady as his hips drove forward with everything, the desk creaking beneath her, her whole body absorbing each impact and pulling him back for the next.

"Oh," she said. "Oh. Mm. Oh god don’t stop."

He tightened his grip on her neck slightly, just enough, and drove forward again.

"Oh," she said. Louder. Completely unmanaged. "Oh god that’s. Oh."

Her legs pulled him in harder on each stroke, her hands white on the desk edge above her head, her sounds filling the office completely now, each one arriving before she decided to make it.

"Liam," she said. "Liam. Oh god I’m going to."

He kept the hand at her neck and drove forward without slowing.

"Oh," she said. "Oh. Oh god."

She came.

Her hands gripped the desk edge, her whole body locking, a long unbroken sound leaving her completely uncontained. Her thighs shook against his hands, her back arching up from the desk, everything releasing in continuous waves until she was flat and still and breathing hard against the wood.

He drove forward once more and held there as everything released, a rough sound leaving him through his jaw.

He stepped back slowly.

Elsa lay flat across the desk, cheek against the surface, arms stretched out, chest moving in slow deep pulls. Her hair was spread everywhere. Her blouse was completely untucked and twisted to one side. The papers from the fallen files were scattered across the floor around them.

She didn’t move.

Then without lifting her cheek from the desk she said, "Who told you to cum inside me."

Flat. Calm. Genuinely asking.

Liam stood behind her and looked at what was running slowly down the inside of her thigh.

"I missed it," he said.