Getting Out Of The Game 2

By Sasha Key

An important decision must be made that can no longer be avoided. Despite Zhaire telling her he won't commit to being official, Ranisha's already in too deep to turn back. After learning about the Spiders' heist job, she is forced into a balancing act that features two conflicting dreams; being with Zhaire and being APD Police Captain. Each day, the walls close in more.

Complicating matters is Zhaire's ex, Shawnta Ray. One slip up throws everything into jeopardy and turns Shawnta from a harmless ex to an enemy. As time wears on, love proves to be the stronger influence.

Ranisha does everything she can to keep Zhaire out of trouble, but there is another woman in his life that threatens to destroy all of her hard work, Veora Arnold. Just when she thinks she has a grip on the situation, everything comes to a head. Fate has forced her to make a choice. Veora or Zhaire? Her love or her job? No matter what she chooses, her life is changed forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sasha Key
• Release date: Mar 12, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386136903

Book preview

One

Zhaire

Two Nights Before Raid

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Sweat dripped from Zhaire’s forehead, as he slammed into the fat ass sitting up just right. He needed to relieve stress. Always one to fly by the seat of his pants, the extensive planning he had been engaging in took its toll. The weed and drink in his system wasn’t near enough to relax. Feeling loose, he called the first person that came to mind.

Whose pussy is this?

It’s yours, baby. It’s yours. The rest of Ranisha’s statement was muffled by a mouthful of pillow.

He couldn’t help but smile as she tugged at the sheet. With each thrust, he pulled his hips back and then thrust forward, deepening his penetration. The ache in his jaw wasn’t enough to stop him, nor were her moans. Uh uh, don’t run now. This what you wanted.

I can’t, baby, I—

Smack

Shut the fuck up and take this dick. He showed no mercy, plunging into her depths, doing his best to reach the bottom. Using the entirety of his two hundred thirty-one pounds, he forced her to her stomach. Arch that fucking back.

Smack

Harder, he commanded. Hell yeah, gimme that pussy. The applause began again, joined by angry grunts, short breaths, and broken sentences ending in curses. Gripping a handful of her hair, he yanked her head back to expose her neck. The mixture of sweat and perfume burned his throat as he swallowed it down. Being so close to her screams sent him to the brink. He pulled out.

Wha—? Before she could finish the question, Ranisha was on her knees, Zhaire’s dick aiming between her eyes.

Suck it. And keep your eyes up.

She tightened her lips around his head and swirled her tongue around his shaft as she took it into her throat. She rested her hands on her thighs, just as he had taught her. No touching. That was rule number one. At his insistence, she took more of him. Tears sprung from her eyes. Her fists tightened, as she forced her mouth to stay relaxed.

You want some nut?

Mm hmm. Her eyes dropped.

He yanked her chin up. Keep your head up. Using both hands, he kept her head still, taking over the action. His chuckle covered her gasps. His grip remained strong on the back of her neck despite the gags spilling from the corners of her mouth. Keep it in. Keep it in. The punches to his stomach and thighs only increased his pleasure. Upon feeling the vein thump rapidly against his thumb, he restored her ability to breath. As soon as she regained control, he slipped back in. I’m almost there, baby.

Ranisha closed her eyes, focusing on the throbbing thickness. She flexed her throat muscles, flattened her tongue, and tightened her lips. A good grip on her hips kept her from toppling over. The pulsating in his veins matched hers. Sticky ooze spilled from inside her, spreading across her thighs. She grabbed the base of his shaft and stroked.

Ah, ah—

Without warning, Zhaire’s bitter liquid shot into her mouth. With her eyes still closed, she fell back onto her bottom. His glare warmed her skin.

Swallow it, he instructed. Zhaire remained standing in the spot until he heard her gulp. Good girl. Stepping over her, he climbed into the bed, pulling the comforter over his lower half. After clasping his fingers behind his head, he closed his eyes, listening to Ranisha’s quiet steps leading her toward the bathroom. A moment later, warm water cascaded down his legs. His pores breathed a sigh of relief.

The bed bent, as Ranisha laid next to him. Her head found his chest, her arms wrapping around his waist.

While listening to her breathe, Zhaire couldn’t help but compare her to his other love.

What you thinking about? she asked. She counted the seconds between his breaths. Having shared one another’s bodies as many times and as often as they had, she knew him. The two second pause signaled that he was no longer with her.

Nothing.

The answer she expected. She propped her head on her fist, getting a better look at him. You know you can tell me…anything.

The subsequent exhale rushed through his nostrils. Frustration. That was the one trade off with Ranisha. The sex was bomb, but she wanted to get into his head, into his feelings. He couldn’t have that. Not that he had any feelings to begin with.

But she was loyal.

His mind went back to Veora. She had been his day one, his ride or die since he joined the Spiders. She did anything he asked without question. Ranisha’s lips on his chest distracted him, pulling him back into the moment. A combination of cum and weed filled his nostrils. Roll a blunt. I’m bouta take a shower.

Without me? Ranisha whined.

He chuckled. We need to wrap it up. I gotta make sure everything is right for the job.

She sat up, holding the sheet over her breasts. You know…

Don’t start, Ranisha. No.

I could help though. The lush carpet padded her footsteps as she walked over to him. She wound her arms around his shoulders, one resting just below his chin. You’ve been putting a lot of stress on yourself lately.

I’m the boss. If this don’t go right, it’s on me, he explained. He uncoiled her arms and turned to face her. A smirk lifted the corner of his mouth as he brushed the hair out of her eyes. I like you better without the bangs.

The appearance of her deep dimples caused him to stiffen. He stroked her chin with his thumb, examining her face for any signs of trickery. He had learned long ago from a now deceased O.G. that the most detrimental lies hide behind the prettiest and softest of eyes.

What do you see? she asked.

He chuckled. What you want me to?

Two

Ranisha

The sound of the showerhead awakened Ranisha from her slumber. Her smile widened