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“I’m telling both of us,” I answered as I climbed onto his lap. The tip of his dick pressed into my opening, and I exhaled. I wanted to do this; hell, I needed to do this. I needed to take control of my life. I needed to prove that what I’d gone through with Robert didn’t mean shit. He hadn’t broken me. Was it fair to Uri that I was using him to do just that? No, but I didn’t trust anyone else. Even if he didn’t know the extent of what Robert had done to me, I knew that Uri was the only person on this earth that I could do this with. “I just need help.”

“With?” his hands went to my waist, and his thumbs brushed against the skin under my shirt. He was close to the branding but not close enough to touch it.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I told him.

Uri’s brow rose in surprise, then he nodded and sat back. “I ain’t gonna rush you; take your time. Ease down on your dick, get to know him.”

“My dick?”

“Your dick,” he nodded. “This your shit, Cori, and only yours.”

It was something about his words that turned me on even more. I nodded, then did what he said and eased down on his dick− correction, my dick. The moment the head was in, I started seeing stars, and my breathing changed. There was no way he felt this good. Slowly I lowered, more and more. He stretched and filled me in ways that I’d never felt. I could feel the veins of his dick, rubbing the inside of my pussy, which doubled the pleasure.

“Fuck,” he groaned once I was fully seated. I could feel his dick jumping inside of me. The pleasure of that feeling overrode my fear and the little bit of pain of being stretched out the way I was. He blew a deep breath through his nose, closed his eyes, and dropped his head back. “Fuck, you feel too good. Don’t move.”

I couldn’t if I wanted to. We were feeling the same overwhelming feelings. My mouth dried only to water, and I had to swallow my spit.

“Uri?”

“Yeah, baby?” he replied without moving.

“Teach me?” I asked as I leaned forward to kiss his throat. His Adam's apple moved under my lips as he swallowed. “Please?” I kissed him again, then raised. Uri slowly lifted his head and nodded.

“Take your time, baby; find your rhythm; you ain’t gotta rush,” he told me, then moved my hips back and forth. As soon as I started to move, my toes started to tingle, and my breathing changed. “Breathe, baby; if you cum now, I’ma be right behind you.” He stilled my movements and waited.

I slowly started to rock my hips in the same rhythm that I’d used when he was eating my pussy. I stared into his eyes, never wanting to break our connection. Sex with Uri was passionate, heart-shattering in the best possible way, and freeing. He made me feel like the most beautiful woman without a word. It was all in his eyes. He didn’t see that little girl who had been held down. He saw me, the woman who felt stronger, prettier, smarter, braver when only he was around.

“Damn Cori,” he groaned. Finally, he broke eye contact and looked down at our connected bodies. “Shit. You taking this dick, baby.” His voice was rough, filled with passion and tenderness. “Cori, you wet as fuck, baby.” He leaned forward, kissed me, then trailed kisses along my jaw, to my ear. He nibbled on it. “You got the best pussy in the world, baby.” He moaned and then surprised me by starting to move under me. “Let me hear you moan louder, baby.”

I gasped as he fucked me harder from below. I was on the edge, barely hanging on. My moans eventually went to screams as I hung on. I didn’t expect this even though I should’ve. The intensity, the feelings, it was all there. From the moment he kissed me, I should’ve known. If it was ever going to be anyone, it was always going to be Uri. He let my hip go and moved his hand between our bodies. His thumb brushed against my clit, he applied the right amount of pressure, and I came. Long, hard, holding onto him for life yet allowing myself to drown in pleasure. A few strokes later, Uri nutted. He kissed me, long, hard, and passionate, then laid back on the couch, pulling me along with him.

“Give me a minute, and I’ll clean you up,” he said, and I nodded. My face rested against his chest; I could hear his heartbeat, and just like any other time, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Four

“So, you and the other Bible Thumper, huh?” Bradon asked with a chuckle. He took a pull of his blunt, blew the smoke from his nose, and shook his head. I looked over at him but didn’t say anything. “Yeah, I know, so ain’t no reason to deny it.”

“Who told you?” I went back to looking at his books. I did this shit quarterly, and even though it wasn’t needed because I had full access, I decided to come to his house to see him. Uncle Bradon had been moving differently over the last few weeks. Quiet, not checking in, and his location was turned off more than it was on. Even though he was a grown-ass man and didn’t need to do shit but live his life, it still had me checking in. Laying eyes on him was the only way I could see what was really going on.

“You did,” he answered with a grunt. “The house, the location to your office, the way you started moving a few months back. It was all intentional, like you were planning for something or someone. Then, the whole blacking out thing. That shit doesn’t just happen to you. Something had to be going on, something serious.”

I nodded, not needing to say anything because it was true. I’d made my decision about Cori, and that was it. I closed the program I was using, sat back, and crossed my arms. “Is that a problem?” I asked. “The fact that I’m pursuing her.”

“Nah,” he denied with a shake of his head. “I like the look on you. The way you move now ain’t just you focusing on Robert’s bitch ass. It’s a reason I suggested you go to therapy. I mean yeah, I should’ve put your ass in it when you first came to live with me. That’s on me, but I’m glad you’re going now.” Uncle Bradon stood. The grays in his hair and beard were a constant reminder that he wouldn’t be around forever.

“She has a son.”

Uncle Bradon shrugged, then ashed his blunt. “I’m good with kids, let me play grandpa to somebody since your stubborn ass cousin won't have a kid.” He smirked. “I gotta fight Nadine over Deuce, and you know Focus damn parents be fussing and shit when it comes to One’s baby. Six gotta step it up. I got too much damn money to be just sitting here waiting for her to pop out a Seven or Forty-Two.”

“Six said she ain’t ready,” I chuckled. Uncle Bradon was worse than some women when it came to wanting to be a grandfather. We saw how much he spoiled Six; there was no doubt in any of our minds that he would go overboard with another kid around here. One and Nine having kids were enough for us. “And how the fuck did you come up with a Forty-Two?”

Uncle Bradon chuckled then shrugged. “It’s only so many damn numbers y’all can use, and I know my daughter, she gonna try and be different. No single digits for her.”

“You ain’t ever lied,” I replied with a nod. “But I’ll bring her and Judah by soon.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I said, standing. “As a matter of fact, Judah has a karate match that I’m about to pull up on. You want to slide through with me, or you got plans?” My brows went up, and Uncle Bradon waved me off as he went to the door.