Page 195 of The Protective Gryphen

“Oh, God,” Ian said, knowing he was helpless to Gryphen behind him.

He began pulling at the fabric, and it didn’t give.

“Oh, please fight, Mr. Patterson,” he whispered. “I love nothing more when my acquisitions for the night fight,” he admitted, slapping him on the ass.

Ian moaned.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered, his dick so hard again, as it was trapped between his belly and the leather arm of the couch.

Spreading his cheeks, he sat and opened him so he could enjoy his ass.

At this angle, he could suck his balls into his mouth, and roll them around to torment him.

All the while, his cum dribbled from his ass.

In that moment, Gryphen had never felt more proprietary then he did just then.

This was more than fun.

It was essential.

Gryphen knew that he’d need to take Ian like this often. They both craved it, and now that he’d opened the door, they were already through it.

There was no going back to boring sex when they realized this was what they both craved.

“Please,” Ian said, the torture to his balls making him dizzy. “Please let me cum.”

He kept playing with his balls, being gentle, but making it clear who owned them for the night.

“I don’t think so, Mr. Patterson. You should see the view,” he said. “Your ass is spectacular.”

A part of him should be embarrassed, but Ian wasn’t. This was kinky and he’d always wondered what sex like this would be like.

Every man he’d ever been with was pretty vanilla.

Until Gryphen.

He wanted him to do this to him every day for the rest of their lives.

He craved it.

Now, he’d shown him, and there was no way he could give this up.

Using his tongue, he rimmed him again, tasting his own cum on the man’s ass. As he tongue fucked him, Ian went wild, sliding his erection against the leather as he tried to get off.

“Oh, feel free to hump my couch, Mr. Patterson. In fact, go ahead. Let me watch,” he said, leaning back to do just that.

Ian couldn’t stop. He needed to get off so bad. When he felt the lash of the leather belt across his ass, he needed it even more.

“Oh, look at that,” Gryphen said. “Someone’s desperate to cum.”

Ian moaned, his whole body shaking.

“Now, beg me to let you cum on my couch,” he said. “Beg me, Ian.”

“Please, my Lord, let me cum on your couch,” he whispered, that flush of embarrassment creeping up his body as he did something so out of character.

Gryphen moved back to the dining room, and grabbed the wine and a linen napkin.

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