Page 196 of The Protective Gryphen

Going to stand in front of Ian, he dumped wine on his erection to wash it off, and then wiped it.

Then, he stood before him.

“Suck me off, Mr. Patterson, as you hump my couch,” he stated.

And he did.

He willingly took his dick all the way down his throat, and it was a mix of cum, wine, and his ass.

He felt raw, dirty, and…free.

Gryphen made him feel like he could always be this happy and free.

As he choked on cock, again, his body betrayed him.

“Don’t bite me,” Gryphen said, as Ian came, and when he went to shout, Gryphen shoved his dick as far down his throat as he could.

There was a moan like he’d never heard before as the man’s body shuddered in release.

When Ian looked up, there was perspiration on his brow.

“You are a very dirty man, Mr. Patterson. Look at what lives in you. I must bring it out in you.”

And with that, he took another lash of the belt to his ass as Gryphen slowly slid his dick from Ian’s mouth.

“Had enough of my cock?” he asked, crouching down to be eye to eye with him.

He whimpered.

“Too bad. The night is young,” he said, lifting his head and kissing him with such passion that Ian couldn’t believe how damn lucky he was.

Moving to stand behind him, he slipped into his ass, enjoying the wax that was all over his back.

The crisscrossing of red from the belt got him harder too. When he moved Ian’s hips, he knew the man would suffer in this position. He couldn’t get friction now.

“Fuck, but I could do this all night,” Gryphen admitted.

Ian moaned, his hands clenching as he was stretched out for Gryphen’s pleasure.

It was frustrating.

Gryphen took his time, drinking from the wine bottle, as his kilt was rolled up in the front. It was full on fuckery, and he loved it.

When he reached beneath Ian, and began stroking him, the man whimpered.

“Please,” he whispered. “No more. I can’t cum anymore,” he admitted.

“Oh, you’ll cum until I say you’re done,” he stated. “We have a long night ahead of us.”

As he began taking his ass, Gryphen felt the heat building again, first deep in his belly, and then in his balls.

“Oh, Mr. Patterson, I’m about to fill you again.”

Ian didn’t know how the man was still going, but he wasn’t going to complain. No one had ever given him this, and he knew no one would ever be able to do it again.

“FFFUUUCKKK!” Gryphen roared, as he felt his body betray him, and he came.

Gryphen exploded, and his body bucked, as he poured hotly into Ian for the umpteenth time. The wetness of his cum coated his thighs, and glistened in the light from the fireplace.

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