Page 197 of The Protective Gryphen

And still, he hadn’t enough.

He wouldn’t stop until he couldn’t cum, and Ian was so filled with his hot cum, that he could hold no more.

Yanking on the tartan, Ian moaned when he was pulled toward the other side of the couch, and Gryphen sat. He pulled up the kilt, and his dick was still hard.

The man’s libido was incredible.

“I need you to ride,” he said, Setting his hands free so he could hold onto his chest for balance.

As he straddled Gryphen’s dick, it was when he pulled him down, impaling him and slamming into that spot that did Ian in.

Apparently, he was wrong.

Ian had more cum in him.

He exploded, and Gryphen jerked him off to really make them messy. Ian’s cum poured from him onto Gryphen’s muscular chest.

Gryphen didn’t want him to rest. Instead, he made him begin his ride, dizzy from cumming.

Dizzy from that lust.

“Oh, God,” he muttered, as his body was taken, and this time, he was forced to stay above him.

“Fuck! I love watching you ride me, and I love you coated in my cum and wax.”

Ian was on sensory overload.

When Gryphen found a nipple, and gave it a pinch, his dick bobbed, and his ass tightened down on the man’s dick.

“Oh, someone likes his body abused for my pleasure,” he said, playing with his nipples.

He would stop him, making him sit on his dick so he could toy with the now-red nipples for a little bit. Then, he would make him ride hard, his dick buried deep in his ass.

This went back and forth until Ian was hard again.

When Gryphen sat up, he caught Ian’s mouth with his, and he destroyed him with the kiss.

“This is how much I want you,” he whispered. “I want to do this every night, every day, and with each waking hour. I want to have you, Mr. Patterson.”

Gryphen knew what he wanted.

More of the man’s cum. He loved getting dirty from the sex. There was nothing that made him happier than being coated in cum.

His man’s cum.

“Again,” Gryphen said, wanting his balls completely empty by the end of the night.

As soon as Gryphen grabbed his dick, he moaned, and was forced to sit still.

This was torture, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

There was something so erotic about staring into the man’s eyes, and being his captive.

“Yes, my Lord,” he whispered. “Anything you wish, my Lord,” he added.

Oh, well, that got the juices flowing.

As he was sitting on his lap, trapped, Gryphen jerked him off. He ran his big hand up and down his dick, and when Ian tried to stop him, he grabbed his hands, and tied them behind his back with the tartan.

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