Page 117 of 4 Corinthians

I looked up at him and lifted my brow. “When?”

“Nine?” Uri said out loud. “When did you turn off my alarm?”

“When I left Corinthians house,” he chuckled through the speaker near the door. “I had a feeling she would show up since Judah is here with us, and I didn’t want to hear that muthafucka go off all night.”

I buried my face into his chest and laughed.

“Later,” Uri said, then walked backward towards the living room. He sat on the couch, then pulled me down to sit in his lap. “You alright?” I nodded. “Alright.”

That was one thing about Uri that I loved. He didn’t rush me to talk. Just asked questions to see where my head was and let me be until I was ready. We sat there in silence, the TV on but muted, lost in our own thoughts. I closed my eyes, not ready to go to sleep, but comfortable in my spot on his lap with his arms wrapped around me.

I didn’t know what time it was when I woke up, but I knew it was late. It was still dark outside, and sometime while I was asleep it started to rain. I lifted my head to see Uri wide awake, staring out of the window. When he felt me move, he looked down at me; his eyes searched mine, and I smiled. “Hi,” I softly said.

Without waiting for him to respond, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. The feel of his lips against mine ignited a hunger in me that only he could. I moaned when he pushed his tongue into my mouth and led our kiss. His hands went from my waist to kneading my ass through my shorts. I could feel our hearts beating, and I found peace knowing they were in sync. His dick instantly swelled, and I could feel it jumping through our clothes.

Uri pulled back but didn’t stop rubbing on my ass. “You ain’t gotta do shit you don’t want to,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m good with just holding you.”

“I want to,” I breathlessly said as I stood. I quickly took off my shorts, and Uri reached for my shirt, but I pushed his hands away. “Leave it on.” He sat back, rubbed his dick through his shorts, and nodded. The hungry look in his eyes damn near made me melt. I licked my lips and continued to watch him. “Tell me what to do.”

Uri’s brow lifted in surprise, then he smiled. Even that simple ass gesture did me in. He stood, cupped my jaw, and kissed me slowly. It was intense, promising, and so damn sexy. I held on to the front of his shirt to keep my balance. This man was too much in the best possible way.

Was I still scared? Yes. Was there a chance I was going to back out? Absolutely. Did I want to? Not at all. I felt safe with Uri, always had, probably always would, and I wanted to do this.

He pulled back from our kiss, stepped back, and took off his shorts. His dick was long, veiny, and had girth. He grabbed it, rubbed it, then sat back on the couch. “Come here, Cori,” he demanded. That was the only word that I could think of to explain his tone. He wasn’t rushing or controlling, and it went beyond a request. In this moment, he was in full control, and I was willingly participating. I stepped between his legs, and he let his dick go to rub up and down mine. His touch was soothing yet set my soul on fire. “All you gotta do is say stop, and I won’t hesitate. You understand?” I nodded, and he shook his head. “Nah, baby, let me hear you. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He kissed my right leg and then my left before looking up at me. “You want me to eat your pretty ass pussy again?” his fingers gently grazed over the top of my pussy.

“Yes.”

“I meant to tell you this the first time, but it’s a camera up there.” He pointed to the corner of the room. “I’m the only one with the passcode; not even Nine has it. There’s a video of me eating your pussy saved to my computer. If you want, I will delete it.”

“What do you plan to do with it?” I asked.

“Watch it,” he answered. He licked his lips.

I thought about it for a moment. Knowing he had a video didn’t scare me; if anything, it turned me on more. He could’ve never told me about it and kept it to himself, but he didn’t. Would I have rather known in the beginning? Yes, but I couldn’t change that.

“No more secrets,” I told him, and he nodded. “Ever, Uri, not even a small one.”

“Alright,” he agreed. “You want me to delete it?”

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Keep it for when you miss me.”

Without waiting for me to say anything else, Uri lifted my leg over his shoulder and started eating my pussy. Just like the first time, he licked, sucked, and devoured me without a care in the world. Hearing him moan as he ate added to the appeal.

“Uri,” I moaned and grabbed the back of his head. My hips moved on their own, trying to get closer to the feeling that only he’d ever given me. “Uri.”

“Hmmm,” he replied, not taking his mouth off me, yet he looked up at me.

“I’m cumming,” I moaned. He nodded his head; the tugging sensation that it caused was what pushed me over the edge. My orgasm rushed through my body, damn near knocking me off my feet. Uri held on to me as I shook and moaned. “Shit.”

He kissed the top of my pussy, then sat back on the couch and grabbed his dick. He slowly stroked it while watching me. The aftermath of my orgasm made his lips and beard glisten.

“I can do this,” I said, nodding.

“Are you telling me or asking?” he questioned.