Page 194 of The Protective Gryphen

He would have owned him.

“Now comes pure fucking,” he warned, as he began moving. He was biting Ian on the neck, leaving marks there for the world to see.

He moaned.

“My Lord, your dick,” he whispered, as he was taken on the couch.

“What about it, Mr. Patterson?”

He stared up into his eyes.

“Put it in my ass,” he begged.

Oh, and he did.

With a thrust of his hips, he reentered him, his cum lubricating the slide. It was wet, warm, and perfect.

He couldn’t hold back.

With Ian trapped beneath him on the couch, Gryphen fucked him.

Ian’s body bowed, and he was unable to move as Gryphen was in control.

“So tight,” he muttered.

“Harder, my Lord,” Ian whispered. “Fuck me harder,” he begged.

Oh, and he was given it.

When Ian ran his hands through Gryphen’s chest hair, he found his nipples and pinched them.

That ended him.

Gryphen could feel his balls revolt, and as he was about to cum, he pulled out, and jerked off, hitting Ian across the chest, chin, and lips.

To further incite a riot with the man, he licked them, removing Gryphen’s cum from them. Oh, and the salty taste of his cum made his body vibrate in pleasure.

His dick throbbed.

By now, they should be empty, but it was clear that Gryphen was anything but. The wine had fueled this fuckery, and Ian craved more.

“Still need more of my cock, Mr. Patterson?” he asked, as his dick was still hard.

“God. Yes. Please. I’ll always need more, my Lord.”

That was all he had to hear. To be honest, he was buzzed with the wine, and his libido was off of the charts with a sleek, naked Ian beneath him.

Now, it was about acting out all of his fantasies to make this the most memorable night he could.

So, he was about to get kinky.

Dominant.

Bossy.

Picking up the scarf of tartan plaid, he wrapped one end around Ian’s wrists until they formed a knot. Then, he rolled him onto his belly, leaning him over the couch arm, and securing it around the leg of the couch.

Ian pulled and he couldn’t move. It trapped him.

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