43. Four #3
After she finished crying, I let her go, wiped her face, then kissed her.
The kiss was supposed to be simple, just reassurance that she wasn’t alone, but the second our lips touched, I wasn’t letting up.
Cori had the same mindset because she wrapped her arms around my neck and pushed her tongue into my mouth.
I pulled her from the chair; her legs went around my waist, and I held her in my arms.
I adjusted her in my arms, cupping her ass, and walked her to the wall.
The only thought I had in my mind was getting inside her.
I pulled back enough to kiss along her jaw and used my free hand to push my shorts down enough to free my dick.
The black t-shirt she wore barely covered her ass, and I felt how wet her pussy was against my stomach.
This was one of the many times I hated having CIPA.
I could feel pleasure, her pussy wrapping around my dick; hell, I could feel everything about her pussy but the warmth.
My pleasure sensors were active and alert the moment I pushed into her.
That drove me, and the fact that I was pleasing Cori.
I lined my dick up to her opening and slowly pushed into her. She moaned and looked at the ceiling, giving me the perfect opportunity to bite, kiss, and suck on her throat.
“Uri,” Cori moaned as I moved. Her pussy held on to my dick in a way that I never experienced.
I never wanted her to let go. “Oh shit.” She held onto my shoulders, bouncing on my dick.
She was so fucking beautiful. I sped up my movements, wanting to hear her moan louder.
The sound of bodies smacking against each other was the second best sound I heard. “Uri!”
“I love you, Cori,” I said into her ear.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and held on.
Her head rested on my shoulder, and she nodded.
“You hear me? You are the perfect example of strength and love. Everything that was done to you didn’t break you.
You hear me? Whatever the fuck you thought was going to break you didn’t.
And now I’m here. I got you from here on out.
No matter what.” I reached between our bodies, pushed into her clit, and I felt her legs start to shake. “I’m here, baby; let that shit go.”
“Uri!” she moaned, and I felt her squirt.
That’d never happened before, but now I was addicted to wanting that feeling again.
My bracelet started to beep, and I increased my speed.
My orgasm followed, damn near knocking me off my feet.
I braced myself against the wall with my hand, mindful not to drop Cori.
After I got myself together, I turned, still with her in my arms, and lowered us to the ground. Cori didn’t let go. That was something I noticed with her. She never let me go, no matter what it was.
***
After we had sex, I had a business call to take, so while I did that, she showered.
I jumped in after I finished the call, then we ate, sat on the couch, and watched a movie until she fell asleep.
I worked on my phone, looking over the numbers to surprise her with another building.
Cori wanted to expand her business, and I was down for it.
It was nothing to buy her another building, but I knew she would never go for that, so I had to present it to her like a business plan.
“Hello?” I answered the phone. Cori lay on my chest, sound asleep.
“Uri.” My body went cold at the sound of Robert’s voice. I don’t know what I expected him to sound like after all these years, but nothing had changed. “I heard you’ve been looking for me, son.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Alright,” he chuckled. “What would you like me to call you? Uri, or you go by Four now, right? That’s what your friends call you. Four, the quiet one, that stutters.” He laughed again, this one full and real like he heard a joke. “Almost perfect still, huh?”
“What the fuck do you want?” I tried to move, but Cori held on to me. Her legs wrapped around me and her face buried into my chest.
“To meet,” he said. “I know you’ve been looking for me. I think it’s time we sat down and had a discussion man to man.”
“When and where?”
“I’ll be in touch with that information,” he said, then hung up.
I sat there, phone in my hand, Cori in my lap. The lights were off, but the track lights lined the walls.
“Uri,” Cori moaned. “You’re squeezing me.”
“I’m sorry,” I replied.
I didn’t realize I was holding her as tight as I was until I loosened my grip.
I felt her let out a deep breath and smile against my chest. I kissed the top of her head, then dropped my head back against the couch and stared up at the ceiling.
I waited until I felt her breathing even out, then called Nine.
“Hello?”
“Robert called me,” I told him. “He wants to meet.”
“When?”
“He said he would be in contact,” I replied.
“Nigga probably fucking with you,” he chuckled. “What do you want to do?”
“Meet with him when he calls,” I answered. “Then kill him.”