CHAPTER FOURTEENThat night
“Damn, girl, this s**t feels good than a mothafucka,” Kreon said, eyelids shut. He was lying on his stomach in bed, with Odette straddled on him. Her glistening hands were at work, massaging hot baby oil into his flesh. The way he was moaning and licking his lips, anyone listening would think that he was getting the blow job of his life. “Ssssssss, s**t, Mocha, you went to school for this s**t or somethin’?”
She chuckled and said, “Nah, I’ve had plenty massages though. I’m just applying what little I know to what I’m doing here.”
“Well, you doin’ one hell of a job, slim.”
“Thanks, handsome.” She smiled halfheartedly, continuing to work her magic on his meaty back.
“Mmmmmmm.” A smirk stretched across Kreon’s lips and he turned his head upon his chin, facing t
