As daybreak arrives, Canyon Cole and Reece Scott resume their activities from the previous night. “You’re relentless,” Reece comments with a smile, to which Canyon responds, “And you’re complaining?” Neither of them desires to stop—apparently, one round is never sufficient.
Canyon awakens in Scott’s embrace, morning light flooding their tent. The memories of the previous night—raw, unyielding passion—flash through his mind, leaving them both erect and aching. Almost naturally, they begin grinding against each other, the heat between them reigniting instantly. Their lips connect, but this time it’s slower, more calculated, as if they’re cherishing every moment.
Scott flips onto his back, and Canyon wastes no time, engulfing Scott’s cock with a hunger that elicits a groan from the older man. When Canyon turns, presenting himself, Scott dives in with his tongue, teasing and exploring until Canyon’s entire body quivers. Scott reclines once more, his erection standing tall, and Canyon straddles him, descending with a gasp.
He moves with a rhythm that drives them both wild, but soon Scott flips him onto all fours. “You ready for this?” Scott growls, and Canyon merely nods, breathless. Scott doesn’t hold back—each thrust is deep and punishing, pushing them both to the brink. “I’m gonna fill you up,” Scott grunts, and moments later, he does just that, releasing into Canyon as they both collapse, exhausted and shaking.
