Page 45 of Caged Hunger

Staring down into Basher’s blazing gray eyes, he couldn’t help but notice the war raging inside the beast.

Beneath him, Basher was still, but the tension in his body felt like a warning. Cameron knew better than to mistake it for submission—this was something barely contained, something that could turn on him in a heartbeat.

Basher was an alpha in every sense. Giving Cameron this moment of vulnerability was not a sign of weakness, but one of trust. He was giving him the space he needed to ensure that this moment was as pleasurable for Cameron as it was for him.

Cameron appreciated the gesture.

Grabbing Basher’s cock by the base, Cameron lined up his hole with the head of Basher’s cock, then slowly began to sink down on it.

His hole stretched open, welcoming the pain and burn that came with taking every additional inch. He felt like he was trying to sit on a rocket launcher… or a cruise missile.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Placing his hands on Basher’s tattooed chest for support, he tried to relax his body. This wasn’t his first time getting fucked, but it was the first time having to take one this fucking big.

“Holy fuck.” Cameron gasped, digging his nails into Basher’s chest as he took another inch into his body.

The pain was real, but the desire was even stronger. He wanted this man. Every… fucking… inch of him.

“That’s it, nice and slow,” Basher whispered, gently stroking Cameron’s cheek as he stared into his eyes with such warmth and compassion.

He wasn’t moving his body just yet. Basher remained still, allowing Cameron to have full control and sink down on his cock at his own leisurely pace.

How could a man so rough and aggressive have such a sweet and tender side buried under all that bravado?

Once Cameron was fully seated, he took a deep breath, then began to slowly roll his hips.

“Jesus, your dick is so big.” Cameron moaned, rolling his eyes back as he began to pick up the pace.

One thing Cameron loved was getting an ass full of dick.

“Fuck, I love the way your ass feels wrapped around my cock,” Basher growled, gripping Cameron’s ass cheeks so hard that Cameron was sure there were going to be bruises tomorrow—bruises he would gladly wear with pride.

Lost in the pleasure consuming his body, Cameron failed to notice the quiet battle raging inside Basher between restraint and animalistic desire.

Basher growled under his breath, wrapping an arm around Cameron’s waist before rolling them over in one powerful motion.

Cameron let out a yelp, startled by the sudden aggressive move. Staring up at Basher, he smiled.

Then he saw it. That cocky, alpha smirk guys get when they are about to fuck your goddamn brains out.

Without saying a word, Basher quickly flipped Cameron onto his stomach. He grabbed him by the hips and thrust him up on all fours.

There was something about being manhandled that made Cameron’s cock extremely hard.

“Now I’m going to show you how a real man fucks,” Basher snarled, lining up his cock with Cameron’s hole before thrusting forward with all his strength.

Cameron gasped as his hole was stretched to its limit.

Before he knew what was happening, Basher was pounding into him like a beast on steroids.

Pleasure.

Pain.

Deep-seated aggression.

All of it overtook him.