Page 253 of The Protective Gryphen

Jesus.

He was so lucky.

Glancing down, his man was tucking him back into his pants, and didn’t care that they were in a public place.

When he lifted his chin, Ian licked his lips.

“After my planned adventure, I’ll need a bit of time, again, to make up our contract. I suggest you make up your own list of things you need from this relationship. Then, we’ll combine them, sign them, and bind us together forever.”

“Yes, my Lord,” he said, as his mouth was pulled toward Gryphen’s, and he kissed him with the desperation of a man who hadn’t just cum.

In fact, he pulled him into his lap, trapping him between the wheel and his body.

And he pillaged.

He tormented Ian through his pants, roughly massaging his dick to tease and make him hard.

His body was alive, and it was only because of this man. As he jerked him off through his pants, he had no intention of letting him get off.

Someone was staying horny.

All.

Day.

When he broke the kiss, he was breathless.

“Please, my Lord,” he whispered. “I’m so hard,” he begged.

Oh, Gryphen knew.

In fact, he was the hardest he’d ever felt him, and he believed he knew why.

They were being honest with each other.

Their sexual needs weren’t being hidden away for a change.

Only, he needed Ian to think about this. He’d been serious. If they did this, it would be forever. Despite what he said about ripping it up, he wouldn’t allow it.

Gryphen would never want to go back.

He couldn’t.

Instead of answering him, he kissed him again, and had a death grip on his dick.

Ian couldn’t breathe.

This man made him feel like he was the center of the whole world.

As he was in his lap, Ian’s balls ached, his dick hurt, and he needed him.

When he broke the kiss again, again, he begged. A part of him prayed he made him abstain, so later, he, too, would be wild and out of control.

“Please.”

Gryphen stared into his eyes.

“Please what, Mr. Patterson?”

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