“Chase that nut for me, baby.”
Bria used her hands to jerk him off while continuing to trap his manhood between her sucked in cheeks. Gripping her hair, Lo guided her deeper onto his dick as his head fell back. He needed this release after the week he’d had. And no one could help him get to the destination except his beauty.
The tingle in his balls raced to the tip of his manhood. He pulled Bria back as a trail of her saliva remained on her bottom lip.
“Open your mouth.”
She did as he ordered while Lo spurted his release on her wet tongue. The sight was so beautiful, he wished he could capture it. Grunts resounded from his mouth as his kneesbuckled. His muscles were tensed, pushing out all the stress and agony he had endured this week. Once he was done, Bria swallowed and smiled.
“You're turning me out, Lo.”
He grinned, grabbing her chin. “You like that shit though.”
“I love it.”
“Good, now let me replace that plug with something bigger.”
Duckin’ Shots
A week had passed since Lo’s family dropped him off at the summer camp, and he was over it. Thoughts of running away plagued his mind but he didn’t want to get into trouble. It was boring, and the people were so fucking corny. He sat at dinner, away from everyone while looking down at the dry-ass sandwich and chips. He’d give anything to have a burger from Juicy’s right now. Everything was just so bland and lacked taste. Lo was miserable.
He looked up a noticed a girl sitting at the edge of the table. Her head was down, and her eyes were distant. Lo didn’t even think she’d touched her food yet. She appeared out of it like she was in a deep trance. He couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong. She seemed so melancholy.
“Aye,” he said.
She looked up at him with teary eyes. It immediately caused great concern from him.
“You good?”
She blinked before shaking her head. Lo prepared to ask her more but when she put her head down again, he halted his words. Looking around, he wondered if anyone had concern for this girl like he did. The instructors were off into their own world while kids continued their chatter. Lo wished he could help but he had his own woes. So, he stood, threw the food in the garbage, and traveled to the phones so he could dial Ada.
“Hello?” she answered.
“Ma.”
“Oh, hey, Lo,” she greeted him with glee. “I’ve been waiting on your call. How you doing, baby? Did it get fun yet?”
“No, I’m ready to come home. I don't feel comfortable here.”
“Aw, boy, we’re not going there again. It’s been a week, and you should’ve adapted by now.”
“Well, I didn’t,” he retorted. “The food is nasty and everybody is corny. Come get me.”
“Lo, we talked about this already.”
Instantly, he rolled his eyes, hating how dismissive Ada was being toward him.
“Why you not listening to me?” he gritted between clenched teeth. “I hate it here.”
“You got five more weeks un—”
Lo ended the call mid-sentence. He had never disrespected Ada so blatantly and was certain he would pay for it when Dax found out. Lo was so over her, he didn’t care about the consequences that awaited him. He vowed not to call Ada for the remainder of his time there. Her inability to comprehend him was frustrating to say the least.
Lo headed down the hall when he saw the camp instructor, Liam, walking the opposite way.
“Hey, Kylo. How’s it going?” he asked in a chipper tone.
“Straight,” Lo spoke dryly, not in the mood for conversation.
