Page 92 of The Protective Gryphen

And fucked him that way first.

Ian gasped, as Gryphen drove back into his body, claiming him.

“Oh, God!” he shouted. “Gryph! Harder!”

Now, it was Gryphen who was sweating. It dripped down his back, as he worked his lover over.

He held him trapped to the wall and did his worst.

This was how Marines fucked.

They liked it rough.

When Ian began cumming, he didn’t let up. He took that wave of cum to his chest, and kept going, forcing him right back into the storm.

If you didn’t go hard, why go at all?

When he pulled out, he carried him to the beautifully carved dresser, and turned him around. Then, he made Ian watch as he took his ass.

His hands were braced, and he stared into Gryphen’s eyes.

The man went hard, and it didn’t take long before Ian was erect again and begging.

That’s when Gryphen pulled him away, pushed him backward onto the bed, and then straddled his hips.

It caught the man off guard.

“What are you…?” Ian began, and then, Gryphen sank down Ian’s dick, shocking him.

He was cumming in him for a change.

“OH! FUCK!” he shouted, as he came so hard, that he poured into Gryphen’s ass.

Above him, Gryphen jerked off, and then when he came, he painted the man’s chest with his cum.

Yeah, dirty.

That was the only way to be.

As he lay on the bed, trapped and tasting the man’s cum that hit him on the lips, Ian knew that this was how he died.

Marine sex.

Ian was sure of it.

When he opened his eyes, Gryphen was staring down at him.

It took Ian a full ten seconds.

“You surprised me.”

Gryphen didn’t know why.

“You didn’t think I’d want your dick in my ass?” Gryphen asked, enjoying the feeling of Ian buried in him. “Because I’m gay, Ian. I like dick too.”

He started laughing.

And laughing.

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