Page 90 of The Protective Gryphen

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He stared down at his dick buried in his ass, and his cum that oozing from Ian’s body gave him the chills.

If that wasn’t the hottest thing in the world, Gryphen didn’t know what was.

“And there’s the lube,” he said, starting to move again. “Now let’s have some fun.”

He pulled Ian up to his knees, and he liked the angle. He let his hips take over, and he got himself rock hard all over again.

“Gryph! Oh, shit! Please!”

He was in the zone.

When he watched Ian arch his back, desperate to have some contact to his dick, he landed his hand roughly on his cheek.

Ian moaned.

“Oh, God. Yes!” he shouted.

Gryphen rode his ass hard, and when he came again, he poured into Ian’s ass a second time, but he wanted more.

He wanted all.

Gryphen was wild with need and wanted this man to ooze his cum all night, and into the day. He wanted his marks on him, his scent, and whisker burn on his flesh.

He wanted the world to know who he belonged to.

HIM.

The more he fucked Ian, the more he could keep going. He never wanted to stop.

As he took him, the wetness coating his dick made him wild.

He could see his cum as he pulled out and slammed home.

“Gryphen!” Ian shouted, as his body bucked. “Make me cum! Please! Make me cum!” he begged.

Only, Gryphen wanted more. He wanted this man to never forget who loved him.

“Tell me you love it,” he said, his hips moving faster, and that need building. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his mouth by Ian’s ear. “Tell me who you belong to, Ian.”

“God! You! I belong to you, Gryphen!”

“What do you want?” he asked, as his balls tightened. “Come on, Baby, don’t be shy. I’m in your ass. What do you want?”

He moaned.

“I want your cock.”

And Gryphen slammed home, cumming again in his ass, and this time, he went wild.

He pulled the belt free, and switched places with him. Now, Gryphen was on the bottom, and Ian was riding him. He loved watching the man’s body above him.

As he stayed buried in him, he knew they were going to make a cummy mess, but fuck it.

Gryphen could feel his own wetness on his balls and thighs. He was leaking out of Ian, and he liked it.

He liked it a lot.

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