The Last Kings by C.N. Phillips Page A

ma.” He looked her up and down determining then that what she was wearing was sexy enough to entice JoJo’s tiny brain.
    Adrianna was looking quite edible wearing a Gucci hoodie with red embroidery that fit snugly on her upper half. The Levi jeggings she wore hugged her wide hips just right, and Ray couldn’t help but to notice how beautiful she was. Her almond-colored skin seemed to glow. She wore her hair pulled back, allowing her high cheekbones and bright round hazel eyes to be very distinguishable. With her full lips and plump breasts, she was what most would call a bad bitch.
    â€œAye, ma, you got this hard chick act goin’ on. I need you to sexy it up a little for me,” Ray instructed. “Take them sneakers off; Mocha has a pair of Christians in that cabinet over there. Put them on and let’s go to work.”
    Adrianna nodded her head, pleased with the look of lust she saw in Ray’s eyes. It was only there for a split second as he eyed her body, but she caught it.
    â€œDon’t worry, papi, I got this,” she said sincerely, putting the pumps on her feet.
    She pulled the ponytail holder out of her hair, letting it fall in soft curls around her face. Winking at Ray, she led the way to the restaurant. Her job was simple: flirt with JoJo, make a deal, and then get him to come home with her . . . Well, to a hotel room that evening. Ray knew JoJo was his key to Coopa, and he couldn’t fuck it up. With JoJo’s long list of baby mamas, Ray knew that all he needed was a little liquor in his system for him to take the bait.
    â€œDon’t fuck up, ma,” he said briefly, grabbing her arm.
    Adrianna paused before stepping through the secret door that led into the kitchen of the restaurant.
    â€œLike I said, I got this.” She gently removed her arm from his grip and smirked with a wink. “Oh . . . Don’t get jealous, baby.”
    Ray smiled as he watched her sashay away. He didn’t doubt her for a moment.
    * * *
    Adrianna walked seductively to the king-sized bed inside of the bedroom in the hotel suite. The lights were dimmed, and Trey Songz was playing softly in the background. All it took were a few shots of Hennessey in his system, and he was ready to jump her bones.
    This is who Coopa has workin’ his fuckin’ team? Fuckin’ pathetic! Adrianna thought disgustedly, while smiling at JoJo who lay naked on the bed.
    She wore a sexy red bra and thong set and with every little movement, her ass jiggled. She was used to men going crazy over her frame and her smooth almond skin, so the hungry expression on JoJo’s face was nothing new to her. She wanted to laugh. One, because he was ugly as fuck and black, and two, because she wondered exactly what the fuck he thought he was going to do with his tiny five-inch penis. Dancing seductively toward him, she turned around and began making her round ass cheeks clap.
    â€œYou want me, daddy?” she whispered.
    JoJo’s eyes were glued to the two saucers before them; all he could do was nod his answer.
    â€œGood,” she licked her lips and proceeded to crawl up the bed until she was directly over him. “How do you want me?”
    â€œJust like this, baby.” JoJo gripped both of her cheeks tightly, one in each hand.
    Adrianna giggled and positioned herself over him. She began teasing him by grinding on his hardness, letting him feel her wetness. JoJo threw his head back in pleasure.
    â€œDamn, ma! I can’t wait to dive into this shit. Fuck!”
    Adrianna laughed, knowing he would never dive into anything ever again except a grave. She placed her hands on his and removed them from her cheeks, and then slid them up the bed above his head. Her body was positioned in an arc, with her knees on the side of his hips. She looked into his thirsty eyes and smiled slyly before yelling . . .
    â€œNow!”
    On cue, Ray entered the hotel room with the key Adrianna had snuck to him when