Iris's POV

“I can’t… I’m so close to both…”

His cock was buried so deep it felt like it was pressing against the pressure in my bladder from the inside. Every tiny shift of my hips made the dual ache sharpen until my vision blurred at the edges. My thighs trembled around him. Tears of pure overload had already started tracking down my cheeks, but I kept moving the way he’d told me to slow, careful rolls that forced me fuller and fuller against the heavy palm still braced on my lower stomach.

I could feel how close his control was to snapping, his scent had gone thick and dark,...