Iris’s POV
His c**k pushes into me from behind and the entry on my swollen, oversensitive p***y 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 control my body while he f***s me from behind.
The pace is brutal and animalistic, from the first stroke. Like he intends to break me. His hips slam against my ass and the force shoves me forward and the belt yanks me back.
"Every night,
