Page 296 of The Protective Gryphen

That intrigued him.

“What did your gut say to call it?”

He was honest.

“I wanted to call you my bed whore, but that’s insulting. You’re way filthier than a whore.”

He snorted.

“You can call me that in bed. I do kinda like being your cum receptacle.”

Jesus.

His dick was so hard.

Ian was honest.

“We’re a perfect match. I like how bossy you are, and I love how you might make me kneel, but I’m always well satiated by your cock, my Lord.”

Yep.

Tonight, he was going to break some rules.

“I love when you put your hands on me, my Lord. Are we done yet so we can get naked and fuck?” he asked, running his hand up Gryphen’s leg, right to the massive bump waiting for his full attention.

“And now you know why I like spanking you. You’re bold,” he said, as Ian rubbed his dick.

There was a low growl in his belly, and Ian knew he was ready to lose control. He loved flirting with Gryphen because the man was so receptive to it.

“Anything else on your list?” Ian asked, pulling off his shirt and tossing it onto the floor.

Jesus.

He needed to hurry.

“I have one last thing, and I’m not sure you’ll agree to it.”

He lifted a brow.

“And it is?” he asked.

“Remember how I told you that I’m old fashioned. Well, this is part two.”

Yeah, he wasn’t sure where this was going.

“Don’t say you suddenly don’t believe in sex before marriage, or I’m going to cry, Gryphen. I have the mother of all hard-ons, and you made me horny in the car, tailor, and pub.”

He laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed.

“Uh, Ian, we just made sexual servitude contracts. We might be a little past abstinence before wedlock. I was thinking of something else.”

“Okay, what?”

He went there.

---