Oh, and he loved it.

It was raw, it was real, and Gryphen didn’t pretend to be anything he wasn’t.

That allowed Ian to do the same.

He was a man who needed love, and he’d found it. In fact, they’d both found it.

As he worked Gryphen’s erection, the big man’s hands went to his hips, and held him there. He sped him up and slowed him down.

Ian’s dick was rock hard, and he was in his glory. He never wanted this to end.

This was his happy place.

Riding Gryphen.

“Fuck, Baby, I’m going to die if you keep this up,” he muttered.

Ian did something with his hips, and it made Gryphen moan.

“You feel so good,” Ian whispered, as he worked on getting Gryphen wild and in the process did the same for himself.

“You’re making me insane,” he muttered. “Keep it up, and this teasing won’t end the way you think,” he warned.

Ian bounced, and he worked Gryphen into a frenzy.

“I’m not afraid of you or your dick,” he said, grinning a little too much.

Tempting a horny man rarely ended well. It generally came to one conclusion.

Fuckery.

At Ian’s smug grin, Gryphen put a stop to that.

He rolled, pulled out of Ian, and jerked his body up so he was pressed to the headboard.

Then, he fucked him.

Gryphen took his ass again, and this time, he wasn’t going to be played with. He went hardcore, and Ian was surprised.

Then, aroused.

“Oh. God! Yes!” he shouted, as the Marine fucked him like he wanted.

HARD.

Gryphen held his hips in place, and pounded him, taking what he wanted. He proved who owned Ian, and what he wanted in their sex lives.

Wildness.

He’d warned him how Marines did sex, and this was just the beginning.

When Ian felt like he couldn’t possibly take more of Gryphen’s dick, the man slowed it down, reached around, and began jerking him off.

“Oh, God!” he shouted, as his body was assaulted with so much pleasure. He was stuffed full, and on the brink of falling apart.

Someone was hitting that one perfect spot, over and over again.

Gryphen pressed his body into his and worked him over with just his hips.