Page 188 of The Protective Gryphen

“Yes,” he whispered. “Exactly like that, Mr. Patterson. Show me what you hide beneath that suit. Show me what is mine for the whole night.”

That was the plan.

Lustily, Ian slipped his lips over the tip, and began sliding him down his throat, lubricating the Lord’s cock with his saliva.

And as Gryphen’s thighs shook, Ian serviced the Lord of the castle.

In the back of his mind, he was thinking about Duncan and his reign here. Was it the same? Did he have Ceit doing the same thing?

Focusing on Gryphen, he blew him, bobbing his head up and down, not missing a single spot on his dick. When he looked up, Gryphen was having more wine, and watching him with that look of pure masculine satisfaction.

It was deliciously wicked, and Ian wanted to see him like this all of the time. He never wanted this game to end.

When he put down his glass, his hand went into Ian’s hair, and he controlled the depth of the blowjob. He also controlled the speed.

Ian was at his mercy, his hand in his hair, and his dick down his throat. What he wanted to do was start jerking off, but he’d wait.

He had a feeling that he was going to cum plenty of times before the Lord was done with him.

In his mind, he pictured him taking Gryphen’s magnificent cock the whole night, and he only prayed he’d be right.

The wine would fuel that fire and make him insatiable. Ian wanted to be fucked like he’d never been fucked before.

By only this man.

Lord Carter.

As Gryphen choked him with his erection, Ian’s eyes watered, and he struggled to take him deeper.

“More, Mr. Patterson,” he said. “I need more. Tonight, all of you is mine. Every part of your body is made to please me. I won’t rest until every one of your holes has been stuffed with my dick and filled with my hot cum.”

He gagged, and then, he couldn’t breathe.

His hands were on his thighs, and they tightened in the material of the kilt. When he ran out of air, and began struggling, there was that purely masculine curl to Gryphen’s lip as he did just that.

It was clear, that was what stoked the fire in the Lord. He wanted prey.

“Surely you’ve choked on cock before,” he said, pushing his head deeper.

As he fought, he realized how strong Gryphen really was, since he wasn’t budging his head no matter how hard he pushed against him.

Still, he wasn’t scared.

He was aroused by this man’s strength.

It was the scent of his body, the bodywash and the musk of aroused man that turned him on even more.

As his eyelashes fluttered, and he believed he was going to pass out, the pressure was relieved, and he was able to breathe.

“Blow me, Mr. Patterson. The fucking part of our evening is fast approaching, and when I drink, I fuck like a beast. I cum even more when I’m wild.”

Oh, Jesus.

Ian wanted him to keep drinking. He was hella curious at what the man had in store for him.

From his knees on the floor, Ian obeyed.

He obediently took the man’s cock deep, and gave him all he had.

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