Page 98 of Caged Hunger

Basher growled, then threw his body on top of Cameron’s, grinding his dick hard up against Cameron’s waiting hole.

Cameron let out a breath as Basher slowly pushed forward, shoving every hefty inch of his hard alpha cock deeper and deeper inside his tight little hole.

He loved feeling the weight of Basher’s beefy body pressing down on him. Somehow, it made him feel safe, loved, and dominated, all at the same time.

Fuck, he loved the feeling of being so full.

Basher wrapped his powerful arms around Cameron’s body, then began fucking him long and deep.

The way his hips moved forward as they pressed against Cameron’s body…

The passion, the power. God, he had missed it all.

He fucking loved Basher, every solid inch of him.

“Fuck, I’ve missed your tight, sexy ass,” Basher whispered into his ear as he began to pick up his pace.

Cameron moaned, loving the way Basher grabbed both of his hands in his and held them firmly in place as he pumped his dick deeper and deeper.

He was at Basher’s mercy.

The beast fucked him rough and hard, biting down on his neck as sweat dripped down his body.

Cameron loved every second.

Just as Cameron felt himself getting close, the bastard suddenly flipped him onto his back. Before he could even protest, Basher crashed their lips together in a deep, hungry kiss, refusing to give him even a second to catch his breath. Basher pushed into him once again and continued fucking him hard and deep.

Holy shit!

“Oh yes! Right there,” Cameron cried out as Basher continued his one-man assault on his prostate. “Fuck, more! Harder! God, I fucking love your dick!” Cameron screamed, totally forgetting that in the room next to theirs, Elliot was supposedly sleeping.

Well, the boy did know what day it was, so it was his problem if he didn’t fall asleep with headphones on.

“Fuck, babe, I’m going to come!” Basher moaned, thrusting his hips hard as he unloaded inside Cam.

Seeing the blissed-out look on Basher’s face threw Cameron over the edge. His balls tightened, and he shot his load without even touching his cock.

While they had waited for their three-month dick lockdown to conclude, they both decided to get tested so when the time came, they could fuck raw and not have to worry about anything between them.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Cameron huffed, pulling Basher down onto him and crashing their lips together in a passionate kiss.

“Totally worth the three-month wait. I think I busted like seventy loads inside you,” Basher said, like the romantic poet he was.

“Jesus, Bash, you sound like a bull in mating season!” Elliot yelled through the wall between their rooms. “I nearly called the police, concerned that Cameron might be fighting for his life.”

Cameron started laughing and pressed his head against Basher’s chest. It wasn’t as hard as it had been only a few months ago, which was to be expected, considering the guy could barely work out at the gym while his body was trying to heal.

But Cameron didn’t care. He loved the man, no matter what shape his body was in.

“Stop being a creep and listening to us fuck,” Basher shouted as he hurled a book at the wall in front of their bed.

“It’s hard not to when you wake up to a bull fucking a bunny. I think I need to rub one out now. See you guys at breakfast in twenty.”

Basher and Cameron shook their heads together. Elliot had become their somewhat adopted younger brother, if you could call him that. The guy was just a few years younger than Cameron. He had asked to stay when all the other guys returned to Vegas.

Basher thought it was because he wanted independence and a chance to live on his own, but Cameron had other ideas. It seemed that Elliot and Damian had become fast friends, and perhaps there was more developing beneath the surface that neither of them was ready to admit.

Either way, they had both agreed to take him in and officially adopt him as their live-in younger brother.