Page 198 of The Protective Gryphen

“Oh, God,” he whispered, as he was bound, impaled, and Gryphen was abusing his dick.

He bucked.

“Come on, Mr. Patterson, give me your cum. I want to taste it, and wear it.”

As Ian struggled to focus, he knew he was going to lose. Gryphen was definitely going to win this one. Despite cumming so many times, he was still craving what this man was doing to him.

He found that lust deep within him, and made him come face-to-face with it.

This was a new Ian.

A lustier one.

The last piece of that wall had come down. His inhibitions were destroyed.

He’d been claimed.

His body fought cumming, since he’d done just that many times, but in the end, the Lord won.

“That’s it. Your balls say there is still more cum in there. Show me, Mr. Patterson. Show me.”

And just like that, Gryphen forced him to do just that.

He came again, and this time, Gryphen began forcing him to ride as he was cumming.

It was sensory overload.

He sprayed Gryphen’s chest, as he was worked over by his thick dick.

“Oh, I could do this all night,” he muttered, leaning back, and watching as a pale Ian rode him drenched in the light of the fireplace.

“My Lord,” he whispered. “I’m empty,” he said, just as Gryphen exploded for the countless time.

“Ohhhhh, fuuuucccck!” he muttered, as his dick spasmed.

As Ian collapsed on his chest, Gryphen held him. He was still buried in him.

As their breathing slowed, there was the mingling of their sweat and musk.

“I love you,” Ian whispered. “With all of my heart, my Lord,” he added.

Gryphen smiled.

“And I love you, Mr. Patterson. Forever.”

Ian wasn’t sure what happened. All he knew was when he woke up, he was cuddled against Gryphen’s body, and they were covered with animal furs. They were both just how they’d finished sex.

He was sticky.

His ass was wet.

And he’d never felt this good in his whole life. This was a spectacular night for him.

When he shifted, Gryphen pulled him closer, nuzzling him.

“I think we fell asleep,” Ian whispered.

“We did,” he said, looking at his watch in the firelight. “It was only a nap. It’s eleven.”

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