Page 189 of The Protective Gryphen

All that mattered to him now was pleasing Lord Carter with his mouth.

He blew him, getting him very wet. If he was about to be fucked, he knew they needed lubrication.

As Gryphen dropped his head back, his balls tightened, and he started cumming. With his hand on the back of Ian’s head, he made him swallow all of him.

“All of it,” he muttered, watching him gulp mouthfuls of cum, and then suck on the tip of his dick to make sure he missed not a single drop.

It was incredibly erotic to watch him pleasuring him.

From his knees, Ian was dizzy with lust, and need. He was woozy from the lack of oxygen, and he’d never wanted anything more in his life than this man.

As he lifted his head, Gryphen pulled him to his feet, and stared into his eyes.

“Can I do anything I wish?” he asked. “Or do you have boundaries?”

With him?

Hell.

No.

“You may do anything you wish, my Lord, as per our agreement. My body is yours all night tonight. I give myself to you willingly.”

It made Gryphen’s dick stand up again, pointing through the kilt’s material, proving that the Lord was randy.

Gryphen poured more wine, the first bottle gone, and the second was begun.

“Drink, Mr. Patterson. You’re going to need it.”

Ian kicked back the whole glass, and Gryphen did the same. As he put his glass down, Gryphen slid the food away, and yanked Ian toward him.

He gasped.

It was when his ass was dropped to the table, and Gryphen undid his belt and fly that he knew what was coming.

Laying back on the table, he was in Gryphen’s control. The bigger man yanked off his pants and ran his hand over the bump in his underwear.

Ian whimpered in need.

There was something about Ian’s fancy man’s underwear. They always got him riled up.

When he rubbed his erection through the material, he stared into Ian’s eyes.

“I am not disappointed,” he said. “Tonight will be memorable. I can’t wait to spend hours making you cum, Mr. Patterson. You’re about to see exactly what I’m like when you give yourself to me.”

Then, without another word, he tore them from his body, using his strength. Ian moaned, as he was roughly grabbed, and stroked.

The material was tossed away, and Ian was bared to Lord Carter.

As Gryphen sat down in his chair, he slid it into position, so he was facing Ian’s balls, and ass. Stroking his dick, he began playing with his balls by using his mouth.

Ian stared at the ceiling and moaned, as his body was assaulted with the warmth of his tongue. When one of his balls was sucked into Gryphen’s mouth, his body bucked.

“My Lord,” he whispered. “Please.”

He set his ball free.

“Oh, we’ve yet to begin, Mr. Patterson. We have a wild night ahead of us. I have hours to make you scream my name, and cum.”

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