Iris’s POV

His cock pushes into me from behind and the entry on my swollen, oversensitive pussy rips a cry from my throat that fills the apartment.

He grabs my hips and pulls me back onto him and the first full stroke hits so deep my arms buckle and my face drops toward the carpet.

He doesn't let me fall. He fists a hand in my hair and pulls my head back while the belt loops around my throat with his other hand.

The leather tightens against my windpipe and my air thins. He wraps the slack around his fist and uses both grips, my hair and my throat, to...