Page 304 of The Protective Gryphen

“Um…well, I didn’t know it was going on his ass,” he said. “The rest...”

What was he going to say?

For some reason, he couldn’t think, and it was likely the large Marine in the kilt buried in the other man’s ass.

Ian moaned, when Gryphen punished him even more, landing his hand on his unmarred cheek again.

Ian dropped his head to the footboard.

“Please, my Lord. I’m going to cum,” he whimpered.

“You will not, Mr. Patterson,” he said, and then went back to handling the situation. “Going forward, don’t help Mr. Patterson do anything that is going to get him in trouble,” he said, pulling out of his ass, and getting off the bed.

He was dick out, and it didn’t bother him in the least. The man had seen his dick last night helping him dress, so what was one more time.

Graham stared at his erection, and didn’t know what he was going to do. A part of him wished he was Ian.

Desperately.

“I won’t,” Graham finally said.

Only, Gryphen wasn’t done.

“Open, Mr. Patterson.”

Ian opened his mouth, and Gryphen proceeded to jerk off and cum, all while Graham stood there.

He moaned, and coated Ian’s tongue, chin, and footboard with a boatload of cum.

When he opened his eyes, Ian was desperate. He knew that look.

When he turned, he dropped his kilt and he stared at the man.

“Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll continue punishing him. I do believe we’ve agreed not to help Mr. Patterson make me angry. The next time, you’ll find me fucking him on the kitchen Island because I own his body!”

What did he say to that?

He simply nodded.

Then, Graham ran for his life, and Gryphen laughed when he closed the door.

When he glanced back at Ian, there was cum dripping from his chin, and he had a wild look in his eyes.

“What do you have to say for yourself?” he asked.

“Please fuck me, my Lord. God. I need you to fuck me and make me cum,” he begged.

Well, since he asked, he undid the belt from the footboard, and pulled his very hard, very compliant man toward him.

Then, he sat with his back to the headboard. He had planned wild sex, but Gryphen wasn’t happy another man was alone with Ian and his perfect ass.

Rules were rules.

“Straddle my lap, but you may not take my dick in your ass until I’m ready for it.”

He obeyed, and it took everything he had.

Gryphen wanted him trapped. In his mind, he was thinking of all the ways he would enjoy his body.

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