All Chapters of Pleasured By My Elder Brother: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

He leaned back in his seat, his gaze never leaving hers."First," he said slowly, "I want you to tell me what you were doing when you got my message. Tell me exactly what you were touching, exactly how you were touching yourself. Leave nothing out."Her cheeks burned impossibly hotter, and she opened her mouth to protest....But the look in his eyes silenced her immediately.She was trapped. Caught between her embarrassment and her desperate desire to obey him, to please him, to give him exactly what he was asking for.She closed her eyes for a moment, gathering what little courage she had left.And then she began to speak."I... I touched myself," she stammered, the words coming out in barely a whisper.Damien shook his head slowly, the gesture clearly telling her to continue. He wanted more. He wanted to hear everything."I imagined that you were the one touching me and... and... and I..." She trailed off, her voice breaking as the memory of what she'd been doing flooded back throug

The car pulled up to the building just as the sun was beginning to set.Lyra watched through the window as they approached one of the tallest, most impressive buildings in the city. The architecture was modern and sleek, all glass and steel and sophisticated elegance. It screamed wealth and power.It screamed Damien.The car came to a smooth stop beneath the awning of the main entrance. Before Marcus could even move, Damien was opening his own door.He stepped out first, and Lyra watched as he straightened his jacket and looked back at her, his dark eyes still burning with the same intensity she'd felt in the car. The same intensity that hadn't faded even slightly despite everything that had happened between them.Then he came around to her side and opened her door.Lyra took a breath and stepped out. Her legs were still slightly shaky, still sensitive from the intense pleasure she'd experienced in the car. When her feet hit the ground, she had to grip Damien's arm to steady herself.

She couldn't speak. She could only feel, only exist in the sensation of his hands on her body.He moved lower, his hands gliding down her thighs. The body wash made his touch slippery, smooth, almost dreamlike. He washed the backs of her legs carefully, taking his time, and she felt the water rinse away the soap as it cascaded down from above.Then his hands moved to the inside of her thighs.She gasped softly as his fingers moved higher, toward the apex of her legs. His touch was light, almost teasing, and she found herself holding her breath."Patience," he murmured against her ear, as if he could read her mind. "We're going to take our time, remember?"His hands moved away from that sensitive place and down to her calves, her feet. He washed every inch of her with care and attention.When he was satisfied, he turned her around to face him again.Water streamed down between them, and for a moment, they simply stood there, looking at each other in the spray of the rainfall showerhead

He didn't.Instead, he dove back down, his mouth finding her clit again, and he sucked it between his lips with an intensity that made her scream his name.She was so close. The tension was building to an unbearable level, and she could feel herself teetering on the edge of release."Come," he commanded against her pussy, his breath hot against her. "Come for me, Lyra. Let me taste your cum."That was all it took.She came with a scream, loud and unfiltered and absolutely primal. Her entire body convulsed, her muscles clenching, her hips bucking against his mouth as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.And he stayed there, his mouth on her, drawing out her orgasm, tasting every bit of her release.When her orgasm finally began to subside, when her body finally stopped shaking, he stood up.His cock was standing absolutely rigid between them, glistening with pre-cum. His face was wet with her juices, and his eyes were completely dark with possession and hunger."You came so fuc

He continued to drive into her at that angle, hitting that same spot over and over again, watching as her face contorted with pleasure and overwhelm.Her orgasm was building, she could feel it starting to gather low in her belly."Don't come yet," he commanded, his thrusts never slowing. "I'm not done with you. Not by a long shot."She wanted to protest, wanted to tell him that she couldn't hold back, that her body was already on the edge, but before she could speak, her phone rang.The sound cut through the heavy breathing and wet sounds of their bodies coming together.She gasped, her eyes widening."Don't," Damien commanded, his thrusts never slowing for a moment."But...." she started to say, her hand reaching toward the phone on the nightstand."No," he said coldly, grabbing her wrist and pinning it above her head. "You're not answering that.""Damien, please," she pleaded, her body still moving with his despite her protests. "It could be important. It could be....""I don't care