Page 190 of The Protective Gryphen

As he stroked him, his balls tucked up into his sack, giving Gryphen access to his ass. That’s when he felt the warmth of his tongue, rimming him.

Between the hand job, and the rimming, Ian was shaking.

It was the fantasy, the role-playing, and the desperation to find a way to make this his life.

He wanted this version of Gryphen.

EVERY.

SINGLE.

DAY.

“My Lord!” he shouted, as Gryphen penetrated him with his tongue.

As his body bucked, he loved making Ian quiver in anticipation.

Oh, and he wasn’t done.

When he left love bites on his thighs, he clued the man into what would be happening.

“I plan on marking you so everyone knows how you spent your night. Now, tell me to do it, Mr. Patterson. Tell me to put my marks on your body.”

He was fighting the urge to cum.

His balls ached, and the bites to his flesh made him want to explode.

“My Lord, my body is yours. Please mark me up so everyone knows I’ve spent the night with you,” he said, obediently.

So, he did.

As he roughly jerked him off, he spread his thighs further apart, and left those delicious marks.

“Oh, God,” Ian whispered, as his body was quickly tumbling out of control.

Gryphen stood, and he let the tip of his own dick rub against Ian’s asshole, and he relaxed, as if thinking he was going to be fucked.

Oh, he would, but not quite yet.

“My Lord, I’m going to cum,” he whispered. “Please! I’m about to cum,” he said.

Gryphen took him in his mouth, and he began sucking as he stroked him, jacking him off. Then, as he began exploding, he moved his mouth, and let Ian cum all over himself.

“Oh, Mr. Paterson, you made a mess on my fine table,” he said, as Ian opened his eyes. “That doesn’t seem very polite,” he stated, ripping open his dress shirt.

Ian moaned at the sound of the rendering material.

“I think I like you with far less clothing on,” Gryphen stated, running his hand down Ian’s chest. At his nipples, the man moved, and Gryphen knew where he needed to play next.

It was time.

“Its time to make you messy,” he said, taking his first nipple in his mouth and biting it. Oh, men’s nipples might be small, but they were pleasure overload when played with a specific way.

As he bit him, Ian bucked.

He couldn’t get enough. This man made him want to beg to be used in every conceivable way he could come up with.

“My Lord,” he said, as his dick stiffened again with just the bites to his nipples. “Please,” he whispered.

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