All Chapters of Pleasured By My Elder Brother: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Damien!" She laughed despite her exhaustion. "You're insane.""Only for you." He finally, carefully, pulled out of her.Lyra whimpered at the loss, feeling suddenly empty."Come on," he said, climbing out of bed and scooping her up in his arms. "Shower first. Then food. Then more of me inside you."He carried her to the bathroom....a massive space with a walk-in shower that could fit six people comfortably.He set her down carefully under the warm spray, his hands immediately going to her body, not sexual but gentle, washing away the evidence of their night together."You're being sweet," Lyra observed, surprised."I can be sweet." He poured expensive shampoo into his palm and began washing her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp. "When you're this beautifully destroyed, when you can barely stand because of what I've done to you, I can afford to be gentle."She leaned into his touch, eyes closing as he worked the shampoo through her hair."Besides," he continued, rinsing the suds a

They stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard, his chest pressed against her back, his cock still buried deep inside her."Fifteen," he finally said, his voice rough. "Halfway to our goal for today.""I don't know if I can handle five more," Lyra admitted."You can." He kissed the back of her neck tenderly, a stark contrast to the brutal way he'd just taken her. "You will. Because you're mine, and you were made to take everything I give you."He pulled out slowly, and Lyra whimpered at the loss."Come on." He helped her stand, supporting her weight when her legs threatened to give out. "Couch. We're taking this to the living room.""Now?" she asked. "Damien, I need a break....""You'll get one." He scooped her up in his arms, carrying her to the living room. "I'll give you twenty minutes to recover. But then I'm tasting you again. And then I'm fucking you again. And we're going to keep going until you understand....truly understand.....that this is forever. That you're

Lyra woke to sunlight streaming through the windows and the delicious ache of being thoroughly used.Every muscle protested as she shifted, her body a map of Damien's possession. Her inner thighs were tender, her pussy swollen and sensitive, her breasts marked with faint love bites that would darken by evening.And Damien was already awake, propped on one elbow, watching her with those dark, intense eyes."Good morning, little one," he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her bare hip. "How do you feel?""Like I was run over by a truck," Lyra admitted, her voice hoarse from all the screaming she'd done yesterday. "A very thorough, very possessive truck."His lips curved into a wicked smile. "A truck that's about to run you over again."Her eyes widened. "Damien, I can barely move....""I know." He leaned down and kissed her softly. "That's why we're starting slow today. Building you back up. Getting you ready for another marathon.""Another....." She couldn't even finish the

"On my knees?" Lyra's legs wobbled as she tried to stand. "Damien, I don't think....""You don't need to think." He guided her to the living room, his hand firm on the small of her back. "You just need to obey. Just need to let me use you the way we both know you want to be used."***Damien positioned her on her hands and knees on the plush carpet, and Lyra's arms immediately started to shake. She was so exhausted, so thoroughly used, that even holding herself up felt like an impossible task."That's it," he said, kneeling behind her, his hands spreading her ass cheeks to expose her completely. "Present yourself for me. Show me that pretty pussy. Show me where I belong."His fingers traced through her folds, gathering the mixture of their combined releases."So messy," he observed with dark satisfaction. "Dripping with my cum. Marked inside and out. This is how you're supposed to be. Always full of me. Always ready for me. Always mine."He positioned himself at her entrance and pushe

His tongue traced her entrance in slow circles, dipping just barely inside before retreating, over and over, until Lyra was trembling with need."Please," she finally begged. "Please, Damien. More.""More what?" His breath was hot against her wet flesh. "Tell me what you want.""Your tongue," she admitted, shame and arousal warring in her chest. "Inside me. Please.""Since you asked so nicely."His tongue pushed inside her, and the sensation was overwhelming. Not the thick, claiming fullness of his cock, but something different. Something intimate and vulnerable and perfect.He fucked her with his tongue slowly, carefully, letting her adjust to the penetration, and Lyra's hands fisted in his hair, holding him against her."Don't stop," she pleaded. "Please don't stop.""Never." He increased his pace slightly, his tongue delving deeper, and his thumb found her clit, rubbing in time with his movements.The pleasure built differently this time. Not the explosive, overwhelming intensity f