Christine squirted again.
This time, her release didn't gush out forcefully like before, but dripped weakly between her trembling thighs.
Her legs were shaking from how roughly Adrain had taken her. She slumped helplessly against him, too weak to hold herself up anymore.
Before she could recover, he suddenly pulled his thick length out and grabbed her waist in a bruising grip, dragging her straight off the bed.
Blindfolded and disoriented, she stumbled along as he dragged her forward. Her body kept hitting furniture and walls, but he showed no intention of slowing down.
Then she heard a sliding door open and felt cold tiles under her feet, making her shiver.
It was the ensuite shower.
He shoved her against the vanity, her stomach hitting the cold marble countertop. Before she could steady herself, he released his grip and walked away.
Then she heard the shower turn on, feeling hot steam fill the space.
...Was he going to wash her?
She stood nervously at the counter, the cool surface helping clear her mind slightly.
While she hesitated, Adrian roughly pushed her under the shower spray. She cried out as hot water poured over her face.
Beyond the steam, she felt his burning heat approach like a predator stalking its prey.
They must have been face to face. In her panic, her hands found his muscled chest. But before she could pull away, he lifted one of her legs high over his arm and thrust inside her again.
Her body was incredibly flexible, letting him lift her leg to an almost impossible height while she obediently took everything.
Through the steam, Adrian watched his thick cock disappear into her reddened flesh again and again. Each thrust forced out a mix of shower water and her fresh arousal, creating white foam around where they joined.
The height difference was cruel - at 6'3", he towered over her. Christine could barely touch the ground with her toes, her entire weight suspended on his invading length.
Desperate not to fall, she clutched at his muscled chest while he pounded into her mercilessly, forcing small whimpers from her lips with each thrust.
The steam made her dizzy as his cock nearly lifted her off the ground. It's too hot here, when she tried to catch her breath, the shower spray hit her face directly, making her choke and splutter.
Adrian didn't pause for a second. Her coughing only made her pussy clench tighter around him, spurring him to fuck her even harder as she gasped for air.
Hot water cascaded down her back, but she couldn't tell what was shower water and what was her own wetness anymore.
As pleasure built towards her second orgasm of the morning, her leg finally gave out. She collapsed against his chest, panting heavily, moans echoing off the shower walls.
Her inner walls clamped down as she came, gushing around his thick length as she nearly slid to the floor.
But she realized one thing.
Adrian's hard cock was still buried deep inside her, and he hadn't come yet.
Adrian suddenly shut off the shower. The cold air hit her oversensitive body, making her whimper and shiver. Before she could recover, he gripped her waist and dragged her out of the bathroom, still impaled on his length.
Their bodies were connected only by his cock. Each thrust sent her stumbling forward, then he'd roughly grab her waist and pull her ass back onto his hips. Their wet skin slapped together with obscene sounds.
He forced her forward like this, treating her like a dog he was walking with his cock.
Christine moaned and tried to escape, but whenever she moved too far ahead, he'd spank her ass hard, making the flesh bounce and sting.
After a few steps, her legs finally gave out and she fell forward onto his desk. Adrian immediately pinned her upper body down and kept fucking her from behind as he untied her blindfold.
The sudden light forced Christine's eyes open. She found herself staring at a full-length mirror in the corner. In its reflection, she saw herself trapped under Adrian's massive frame as he held her down like a mountain.
Dawn had broken, and harsh sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains, illuminating her naked, trembling, wet skin. She could see clearly how thoroughly he'd claimed her body - after two orgasms, her flesh was flushed red with desire and uncontrollable pleasure.
The mirror showed her destroyed state - vacant eyes, flushed face, mouth gaping as she gasped for air. Her dripping hair was a mess across her skin while her body trembled from his brutal pace. Adrian's huge form loomed behind her, she couldn't figure out his expression, only his muscles rippling as he pounded into her mercilessly.
The sight of her own lewd behavior shamed her more than his cock violating her.
His pace grew frenzied, making her heavy breasts bounce wildly like water balloons. He noticed too, roughly grabbing the soft flesh and squeezing them like he wanted to make them burst.
It had been too long - Christine couldn't take anymore. She shook her head desperately, crying and begging his reflection in the mirror as she reached back to push at his legs, pleading for him to slow down, to be gentler.
"Adrian... please…please… don't … brother…"
She'd been trying to stay silent, terrified of waking Rebecca and the housekeeper downstairs. But now the pleasure was becoming unbearable, like electricity shocking through her entire body, building to horrifying heights. She'd never experienced sex like this before, never knew it could be so overwhelming. The intensity terrified her, but her body betrayed her, rushing unstoppably toward another climax.
Adrian ignored her completely, slamming brutally against her cervix again.
Suddenly, Christine's eyes rolled back as a long, broken scream tore from her throat. Her body convulsed violently. She'd been fucked completely dry, her pussy could only clench desperately around him in wild spasms.
The tight grip of her walls made Adrian grunt as he finally emptied himself deep inside her.
Christine's vision went black as she lost consciousness.