Page 36 of Property of El Jefe


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Pretty sure, more drama was coming, thanks to me.

Silvia moaned and pushed her ass against me.

I pinched her clit and felt her squeeze me and then the gush came.

She hardly made a sound during her orgasm. Only a grunt before she melted. It blew my mind how different chicks were. But it also made me wonder if I wasn’t doing something right with Silvia. Or were the other noisy chicks faking it. I may never know the truth. No, actually. I didn’t want to know anything about a chick’s deceiving ways.

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her cheek. “You’re giving me the workout of my life, baby.”

“You didn’t come.” She wrinkled her brow. “Why?”

“Nothing to spurt. I’m all drained. Gimme until tonight to recover.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you’d run out.” She put herself back together in quick order. “Is that normal?”

I reared my head back. “Yes, it’s normal. Didn’t you take a class like women’s health or something that taught you about sex?”

“Miguel had forbidden anything sexual. Classes. Music. Movies.”

“Well, you’re doing pretty damn good for having no knowledge of sex.”

“Aww, thank you! I had a phenomenal teacher.” She leaned against me and kissed me softly. I knew that style of kissing. She was horny again.

“Baby, we should go see my mom before she comes looking for me.” I had to distract her so I could get a much-needed break.

“Right, I forgot.” She popped her shoulders all cutesy, and blushed. “Should I go hang out in your bedroom? I don’t want to make things weird.”

“It won’t be weird.” But she made a good point. How would I introduce her to Mama Virgie?

We left my office and immediately, I heard my high-spirited mom. She was the sort of person who could be heard a mile away. She was a loud and proud Mexican, with a memorable cackle. Everybody loved her and she loved everybody back.

“Do I look presentable?” Silvia asked in a low whisper. “I want to make a good impression.”

“That’s sweet but you have nothing to worry about. My mom hasn’t met a person she didn’t instantly like.”

“Great. Now you’ve jinxed me. She’s going to hate me.”

“Relax, Chiquita. The only person you need to worry about is Yoli.” I winked, trying to agitate her so she’d have her guard up.

Worrying about Yoli was a partial truth. For sure, she’d stake her claim on my mom. They were close, but only because Mama had known Yoli her whole life. Yoli was the daughter of a distant cousin’s friend, and that basically made her family.

“Why did you have to go there and bring her up?”

“To spark a fire in you.”

She rolled her pretty eyes; one hundred percent exasperated with me. Good, my plan worked.

We stopped outside the dining room. Silvia exhaled a deep breath and shook out her arms and rolled her neck, like a warrior preparing for battle.

“You all good, champ?” I asked, teasing her.

“Yes. Let’s do this.”

I went in and greeted my mom as I always did, with open arms and a loud voice. “Mama, so good to see you! Did you bring me something?” She always did. I didn’t need to ask but this was our thing since I was a little boy.

“There’s mi hijo guapo.” She hugged me and kissed my cheek. “I brought freshly baked conchas and some extras to take to GQ.”

Yoli stepped forward. “I’ll translate Mama Virgie’s words for Silvia.”