That was the truth.
It was lights off, Missionary position or doggy style. No one had ever bound him to a bed, spread him out, and used his body like this.
Ian never trusted anyone to do it before.
Only, now, he trusted Gryphen with his life.
Well, if the man wanted an experience, Gryphen was more than happy to give it to him.
Spitting on his hand, he stared down at Ian’s ass.
“God, I love fucking you,” he said.
Ian couldn’t move, and Gryphen had him trapped. When he nudged his ass, Ian’s back arched, and Gryphen slid into him.
“Oh, fuck,” Ian whispered, as he took all of Gryphen to the base. The man was thick and long, and he was officially filled.
It was nirvana.
There was nothing like that first glide into a tight ass that you were making yours.
“So tight, Baby,” he whispered, his body over his. “Now, I’m going to enjoy this,” he said, as he began moving.
Ian was helpless and his.
With each motion of his hips, Ian’s body rubbed against the bed, as with each long thrust, Gryphen shifted him.
It was maddening.
The friction on his dick had him moaning as the big Marine fucked him.
He went hard.
“Seeing you like this makes me crazy,” Gryphen whispered, as he kept him immobilized. “Seeing you trapped for my pleasure makes me want to be a very dirty man.”
Ian whimpered.
Oh, he wanted that and so much more. With Gryphen, he could let go and trust the man to show him so much pleasure.
“Gryph, please,” he begged.
“Please what?” he asked, ready to cum himself from the way Ian reacted to him.
“Fuck me harder.”
That was all it took. With one last thrust, he buried himself ball’s deep in Ian’s ass and he came so hard, pouring into him.
“Oh, Christ!” Ian shouted, as that heat cascaded into his ass, making his body shake. Gryphen had him pulled taut, his arms stretched and his body in the same position. His hands were on his hips, and he couldn’t move.
Ian was literally at his mercy.
As he came, it took him a second.
Then, Gryphen knew he wasn’t satiated.
Not.
Even.