Rayqelle's Revenge ---Book 1--- Special Holiday Edition (Ratchet) (12 page)

Chance kneeled down before me and kissed me. Then he moved down to my neck, my breast, and my stomach as he kissed my thighs and parted my legs. He softly tongued my pussy, slowly and deeply. I came almost right away! I began to moan out of control as he took his time and tasted every single drop of my love. Every little drip drop!

After what had to be two or three of the most intense orgasms known to man, Chance pulled himself up toward me at eye level and slowly worked his dick back inside me. It was so intense that I could not help but dig my nails into his dark chocolate skin. He dug himself deeper inside me.

I shuttered as he rapidly tapped what I guess was my “G-Spot”! Over and over and over again! A scream of passion escaped from my lips.

Then, he put my legs up in the air and began to fuck me slowly, taking his time. Pushing his dick all the way inside me, and then pulling it all the way out, again and again. I was in the sweetest of agony and the river that flowed from inside me was the proof. I would have never imagined that I could feel so good. My heart began to race out of control and my pussy started to quiver in an unusually intense spasm. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t catch my breath!

Chance plunged and thrust himself inside me, until he started to go into his own ecstatic spasm. Then he squeezed me and shouted out loud “Oh, Angell! Yes! Yes!” as he released every drop of passion that was inside.

He trembled at my touched him. The goose bumps rose up on his arms as he lay next to me. Then, Chance held me close to his heart, and I drifted off to sleep as he kissed my lips goodnight.

       And then came the drama!

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CINCINNATI's FINEST

*Book 1*

Crime, Punishment & Passion

Written by

Shon Cole Black

*Blown Away*

I was approaching the intersection of Montgomery Road & Dana Avenue when I turned into the lot of the United Dairy Farmer convenience store for my breakfast, which consisted of an ice cold ginger ale, a hot pickle and a big bag of Grippos bar-b-q potato chips.

So I parked my cruiser off to the side of the store and opened the door. But just before I could get out, a call came in from dispatch. I stopped and leaned into the two way radio to listen.

"All units in the vicinity of Montgomery Road & Dana Avenue... silent alarm call from The U.D.F. …All available units, please respond." The dispatcher said through the muffled monotone. I grabbed the microphone piece of the two way.

"Dispatch... This is Detective Pann-Jillette Rickens... I'm outside The United Dairy Farmer on Dana Avenue... I'm going inside to check it out..." I replied, as what sounded like the boom of an M80 echoed from the store.

"Dispatch... This is Detective Rickens responding to a silent alarm at the corner of Dana Avenue & Montgomery Road... shots fired... All units, please be advised... We have shots fired." I said, quickly dropping the mic piece into the seat to get out of the cruiser.

I edged closer to the store entrance, and crouched down alongside a beat up old school Cadillac. The pealing green paint flaked off in dusty little chips on my khaki Pants and sky blue dress shirt.

Drawing my gun, I paused, knowing that I was supposed to wait for back up, but sometimes procedure goes right out of the door when you are faced with real life, or the possibility of real death. No textbook at the police academy could have ever prepared me for this one.

I could see a cashier standing behind the counter. She had her hands up in the air, but I really couldn’t tell where the person was standing that had the gun. A six foot tall ice cream display obstructed my view. But as I inched closer, I could see yet another cashier who had been shot in the chest. She was slumped over inside the open ice cream freezer, half alive and gagging meaty blood clots into a five gallon container of French Vanilla.

The sign beside her said *Pick your own favorite*

My hand began to shake as
a huge white Airforce One gym shoe stepped down into the girl’s blood that had began to trickle from alongside the freezer and pool on the floor. The shooter was finally in my line of sight.

At last, I could see him pointing and gesturing with his weapon, prodding at the cashier with the barrel of the gun. And when the cashier pressed a button on the cash register, the money drawer popped open.

The gunman then slid around and pushed the cashier aside, hurriedly reaching in for each denomination, as the cashier began to weep and beg for her life. 

POWWW POWWW

The shooter fired two rounds up into the ceiling, blowing out the overhead lights. The frail middle aged white woman shrieked underneath the dust of cascading plaster.

"Bitch... I told you to SHUT YO DAMN MOUTH." He shouted, cloaked in a black hoodie.

His eyes were focused down into the cash drawer. I couldn't get a clear fix on his face. I thought he may have been distracted enough for me to come in and get the jump on him, but I couldn't be sure.

My gaze shifted slightly as the sound of approaching sirens grew. I let out a tiny sigh of relief. The cavalry was on the way, but I couldn't wait.   So I took a deep breath, and said a quick prayer as I crossed my heart, and rushed through the door, flinging it open.

With my gun aimed center mass, right at his heart, I positioned myself.
 

"Freeze... Drop your weapon... Drop it.... Do it, now!!!" I yelled, startling him. He looked up at me, and flinched, causing his finger to nudge the trigger.

POPPPP!!!

A blast sounded from his gun, sending a bullet directly into face of the 2nd cashier.
 She instantly fell backward and began gurgling on her own blood. He looked down at her in complete shock. You can see this type of thing happen a thousand times, but it never loses its sting.

"Drop the gun! ...Do it, now!!! Drop it! Drop it!" I repeated, firming my grip. But he kept the same catatonic stare, like he never heard me at all.

"Drop your weapon... Now! ...I won't say it again!!!" I shouted at him once more. He ignored me.

Now, by this time, I had already seen him blow two other people away. I would have been a damn fool to just stand there and let him make me into victim #3.

I knew I had to shoot him.

The lump swelled in my throat as I lined up the sight of my gun, and braced myself. Sweat seeped from my palms at the grip, forming a perfect stream that trickled passed my wrist, along my forearm and down to my elbow where it released itself as a droplet. I could’ve sworn I heard it splash onto the floor.

And he raised his head, causing everything around me to stop and restart in slow motion. In a moment of absolute truth, he paused, finally looking up into my eyes.

My mouth became unhinged. I sucked in a Panic-stricken breath as the hood fell away from his head, giving me a clear view of his face at the exact second that I was about to squeeze the trigger.

And I stopped, as he backed up against the wall short circuited by disbelief. We were both stunned.

Slowly, I began to lower my weapon, dazed because of who stood in front of me. It was my best friend's fifteen year old son. I felt like I had been thrown into an icy river. I looked back as several more units arrived outside, and screeched to a halt. The blue lights of the white patrol cars flashed as his mother walked through the door followed by three other officers.

"It's over now... It's okay... Drop the gun... That's right, baby.... Put it down.... I'm here... Mama is here now..." She said, walking slowly toward him.

Her badge gleamed on her chest against the dark canvas of her navy blue shirt like the light of The North Star.

I let out another sigh of relief when he lowered his gun, and dropped his head down. But...

Just as quickly as the boy was calmed by the soothing sight of his mother, all of a sudden, that same sight seemed to reignite a fiery rage.

Again, the boy raised his gun and aimed it. With a bitter cold, he stared into the eyes of the woman that birthed him.

"Baby, no..." She pleaded softly as she stood in the middle of the bloody mess her son had created.

"I hate you, I hate you... I hate you." He cried out loud, in a pained anguish that can hardly be described or imagined.

Murmuring the same thing again and again, the surface of his index finger slowly pressed itself against the gun's trigger.

"No, NO, no, NO, no, no, NO, no, no, no, NO, NO!!!" I Begged, along with every officer there, inside and out, who could see what was about to take place.

 And, then... BANG!!! 

Just like that... It was over!

The glossy white tile, once so spic & span and clean, was now stained in crimson spatter.

I killed my godson.

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