Chapter 162 Good.

Chapter 162: 162 Good.

There was a predatory look in her smile now as she strutted up in front of me. The shark that just scented blood. "Was it?"

I said roughly, trying to ignore the heat in my blood as Carter shamelessly flaunted herself in front of me.

Carter tilted her head, smirking at me as she casually shrugged off her jacket entirely, letting it pool on the floor. "Really, Miles, you need to take the long view. That job would have paid hugely. Not just in cash, but in glorious exposure. Your group couldn’t have asked for a bigger introduction to the wider world."

"I don’t trust them," I said.

"But you trust me? Why Miles," Carter purred, wrapping her arms around my neck, tugging herself against my chest. "I’m flattered."

She kissed me, and dammit, I couldn’t help but respond. My hand groped her ass through those oh-so-professional pants, pulling her hard against my front.

Carter purred softly, kissing me harder. I broke it first, gasping. "I do trust you, Carter. I trust you to do anything you can for Firefly. You’d toss babies to Moloch by the shovelful if you thought it’d increase sales. And if you really wanted me to take this job, you’d have invited me in and been stripped naked on that desk, covered in hundred-dollar bills like some Japanese sushi thing."

Carter laughed aloud at that. "Hmm. I must be getting predictable! Such a shame. But you do need to think of something big, Miles. This is quite the opportunity for you to make a mark for your group. And you only ever get one chance. And of course..."

"I know, I know," I said. "Firefly would be delighted to offer me a position as an inhouse villain for your heroes."

Carter chuckled. "I do have to say it. And you’ll probably say no, of course," Carter said, pulling herself further up against me, smirking widely. "But... maybe not until I do my... utmost to convince you."

"And whatever might that be?" I said, feeling my blood rush hot in my veins as my hand stroked her hip and ass.

"Let me show you," Carter purred and kissed me again hard.

I groaned as her lips met mine. Fuck she tasted wonderful. Hot and sweet and needy. The sheer confidence of her was always deeply attractive, and this was no exception.

I grabbed her ass in both my hands and lifted her up. Carter’s breath hitched, a soft, involuntary whimper slipping out of her throat already—high and needy, like a mutt in heat catching the first scent of something it couldn’t resist.

I laid her out atop her desk hard enough that the impact made her gasp, still kissing her, one hand grasping the fullness of her breast roughly, the other yanking open her belt with zero patience or care for the expensive fabric.

"Mmm. That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me like the bad guy," Carter gasped between kisses, already starting to tremble under me.

"This is highly unprofessional," I noted as I finally got her belt undone, ripping it free and dragging her panties down her legs in one rough pull, revealing the heat of her pussy already glistening.

"Oh I knoooow," Carter groaned, arching under me wantonly, another soft, desperate whimper breaking free. "I’ve been so very bad, Miles."

"Have you?" I said, palming her mound roughly, feeling the warmth of her desire and the slickness of her arousal as my thumb dragged hard up and down her slit, spreading her open.

"Oh yes. I’ve been just awful."

"Like trying to use sex to get me to take a job I don’t want?"

"Is that so wrong?" she asked hotly, hips already twitching against my hand, another mutt-like whimper catching in her throat as I pressed harder.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think it is," I said, my voice dropping to a growl. "I’m not going to be played by you anymore Carter."

She laughed throatily, the sound cracking into a needy little whine. "Then say no, Miles," she purred, her hips rocking, rubbing her mound against my fingers. "But only after you take what you want."

I didn’t know if she was playing me again or not. Carter was very good at what she did. I’d have better luck deciphering lost languages than figuring out what she really wanted. But I was well past caring at that point.

I’d decided not to take the job. But Carter was still here, still offering herself up on that desk like she belonged there.

And I’d be damned if I was going to turn that down.

My powers yanked down my zipper and I drew out my cock, thick and already leaking, aligning it with her slick folds.

I leaned over her again, kissing her hard enough to bruise, then slammed forward and filled her with a single brutal stroke that drove the air from her lungs.

Carter’s head snapped back against the desk, a sharp, broken whimper tearing out of her—high, desperate, and completely animal, exactly like a mutt in heat finally getting mounted.

I didn’t give her a second to adjust. I grabbed her hips hard enough to leave fingerprints and started fucking her in earnest—sharp, aggressive thrusts that slammed her body up the desk with every impact. Papers scattered. A pen rolled off and hit the floor. Her legs locked around my waist as she took it, every hard stroke punching another raw whimper out of her throat.

"Miles!" Carter gasped, the sound dissolving almost immediately into a continuous stream of needy, broken little whimpers. "Oh f-fuck yes. Yessss! Harder, Miles! Fuck me. Fuck me like you fffffucking mean it!"

"You fucking scheming snake," I growled as I rutted into her. Hard. Fast. Ruthless. My pulse racing with excitement, blood hot with pure lust. The desk creaked under the force of it. "You’re always trying to play me, aren’t you? Always trying to get my attention? Well you got it! Now how! Does it! Feel!"

"So goooood!" Carter moaned, the back of her head banging rhythmically off the table as she arched under me, whimpering nonstop like she was in heat and had lost every scrap of dignity.

Each thrust dragged another high, desperate sound out of her—soft at first, then louder, then cracking into something almost pleading. "Fuck me, Miles! Fuck me! Don’t... ah... s-stop! Fucking take me! Make me scream! Yes! Yes! Oh Miles, f-fuck yesssssss!"

I shifted my grip, yanking her hips higher so I could drive down into her even harder, the wet slap of skin on skin loud in the quiet office.

Carter’s whimpers turned almost continuous, a constant needy soundtrack of broken little noises as I pounded her.

Her hands scrambled for purchase on the desk, nails scraping wood, her professional blouse half-open and her breasts bouncing with every savage thrust.

"Look at you," I snarled, leaning down so my mouth was right against her ear. "Whimpering like a fucking mutt in heat. That what you are, Carter? Just a bitch in heat who thought she could scheme her way into getting what she wanted?"

Her only answer was a louder, higher whimper that cracked into a moan as I slammed particularly deep. Her walls fluttered around me, already close.

I didn’t slow down. If anything I went harder, grinding against her on every inward stroke, forcing another wave of those desperate little sounds out of her.

I felt her start to seize up around my cock, her whole body tightening, thighs trembling hard against my sides.

She came with a broken, high-pitched whimper that was almost a howl, her pussy clamping down in rhythmic pulses as orgasm ripped through her.

She kept whimpering through it, soft and helpless, like she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to.

I didn’t let her come down. I kept fucking her straight through the aftershocks, aggressive and relentless, dragging more of those mutt-in-heat sounds out of her until her second orgasm hit almost immediately after the first.

This one made her cry out, voice cracking, body arching so hard her shoulders lifted off the desk while she whimpered and clenched around me.

"Fuuuuuck!" I groaned, finally hitting that high point myself with a full-body shudder, burying myself to the hilt and cumming in hot, heavy bursts deep inside the delicious depths of the soulless corporate bitch that was Carter Davenport.

I kept grinding through it, forcing every drop into her while she lay there whimpering softly under me, completely wrecked.

She sighed, flopping fully onto the desk, her ample chest heaving with slow, heavy breaths, still letting out soft little after-whimpers every few seconds like she couldn’t quite stop.

I was in much the same boat, breathing hard and fast, but immensely satisfied, still buried inside her while the desk beneath us settled with a final soft creak.

"Hmm. Well, Miles?" Carter said breathlessly, lifting her head lazily to look at me again, voice still a little shaky. "Did I manage... to change your mind?"

I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound rough. "You made some compelling arguments, but the answer is still no," I said.

Carter sighed dramatically, the sound breaking into one last soft, residual whimper. "What a shame. Well, I tried my best."

"That you did," I said, leaning down again. "No one can say you didn’t try."

Carter chuckled, tilting her head and kissing me once again, slow and lingering, while her body still trembled faintly underneath me.

Overall, a pretty good end to a meeting.