Page 307 of The Protective Gryphen

It made Gryphen cum.

He exploded, pouring into Ian, wave after wave of hot stickiness.

There was so much, it oozed out around his dick, as he kept it in there.

“Please,” he whispered. “Punish me more, my Lord,” he begged, as he was dizzy with the eroticism.

Oh, well, he would.

“Keep my cum in that ass of yours, Mr. Patterson, or I won’t let you cum. I’ll stop.”

He nodded, and climbed over his lap. Then, and only then, Gryphen began delivering the swats that Ian craved.

“Oh, God,” he moaned, his body overwhelmed as his dick rubbed against Gryphen’s hard plastic prosthetic.

It hurt.

Oh, but it hurt so good.

“Mr. Patterson, your ass is so pink. You’re going to be very uncomfortable tomorrow. Too bad I didn’t save our horseback ride for then.”

He whimpered.

“Is that cum I see coming from your asshole?” he asked, spreading his cheeks, and running his finger over it.

Ian shook.

“Please,” he said. “I need to cum.”

He delivered more blows.

It was when he landed one on the tattoo, and Ian was pressed to the man’s hard plastic prosthesis, that he couldn’t handle it anymore.

HE CAME.

HARD.

Oh, and he came with a shout so loud, there was no way that Graham didn’t hear him.

Oh, but he wasn’t done.

He gave him a second to come back from the orgasm, and Gryphen was still angry.

Angry at Graham, mostly.

When Ian opened his eyes, Gryphen wasn’t done with him.

“What do you have to say to me?” he asked Ian, staring into his eyes.

“Please fuck me more, my Lord. Please. I need more of you.”

He grinned wickedly.

“Get on your knees, Mr. Patterson,” he said, and the man did.

As he walked into the bathroom, he watched Gryphen clean off his dick. It was still hard, and he was pretty sure the man wasn’t human.

Then again, his dick was hard too. It had everything to do with the cum he was still holding in his ass for the man.

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