Page 272 of The Protective Gryphen

As Gryphen leaned against the door, he went to his knees, and pulled the man from his pants for the third time that day.

Against his palm, Gryphen was, once more, hard and thick.

“I’d hurry. If not, you’ll have to explain why you’ve tied up the bathroom with me in here.”

He got to work, and the whole time, Ian was in his glory. He’d been thinking about Gryphen, and being put over his knee.

Fuck.

He wanted this man so bad.

Slipping his hand into the back of his hair, Gryphen was so wild, that he fucked his face like he couldn’t get enough.

He was choking him, and the saliva dripped down his chin. If anyone was outside the door, they’d hear him choking on cock.

“Mr. Patterson, you make me insane,” he whispered. “Your willingness to swallow my cum anywhere is one of the things I love most about you. Cumming in that ass is the other.”

Ian’s hands were splayed on his thighs, and he was so hard himself. Gryphen not letting him cum was making him insane.

And he loved this so much.

Never had he felt so wanted in his life.

“I love filling your belly with my cum, Mr. Patterson. I think I’m going to enjoy our permanent agreement.”

Oh, he was too.

Ian squeezed his legs together, trying to get relief from the pressure in his own balls. This man had the ability to make him do anything.

And he never felt freer in his life.

As he felt the man’s balls tighten, he knew what was cumming.

“Oh, fuck, but your mouth,” Gryphen said, staring down his body at Ian going wild on his dick. The man was worshipping cock like the previous night. “Deeper, Mr. Patterson. Take me to the base and make your Lord cum.”

And he did.

For the third time since coming to the town, he was taking cum down his throat.

“Don’t miss a drop, Mr. Patterson,” he muttered through clenched teeth as he watched Ian slip him all the way down his throat.

When his hands clenched in the material of Gryphen’s jeans, and he looked up at him with so much need in his eyes, that was it for him.

He began cumming.

Gryphen closed his eyes, and let his man milk his cock once more.

Yeah, he was not getting tired of this at all.

From the floor, Ian devoured him, and he wanted so much more from this man.

When he’d managed to focus, Gryphen opened his eyes.

“Thank you, Mr. Patterson. You bought yourself some time before I fuck you. Stand up,” he said.

Ian obeyed, and it was when Gryphen faced him to the mirror, and he tucked himself away.

Only, his hand lingered on his belt.

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