MAMI, based on a true story
by J.C. Valentine PAPI #2 Publication Date: May 23, 2017 Genres: Adult, Erotic, Short Story, Novella, Contemporary, Romance
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Readers asked for it, and JC Valentine has delivered! Life has thrown me a few curveballs… But nothing as sexy or devastating as Alejandro. I never thought I’d see him again, but fate has seen fit to give us another chance. Maybe this time we’ll get it right. Maybe this time he’ll stay. Or perhaps my heart is about to be irrevocably shattered. One way or another, our lives are about to change. Only time will tell if it’s for better or worse, but one thing is certain… Alejandro is a force to be reckoned with…maybe even best to be avoided. But when it comes to matters of the heart, sometimes there’s no reasoning. Sometimes…it’s pure instinct. Taking a chance on him is like playing Russian roulette—it’s dangerous…foolish…and likely to kill me. But what’s life without a little risk?
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EXCERPTS: MAMI by J.C. Valentine
Silence persists, and my heart thunders in my ears as I wait to hear what he has to say next. I feel as though we’re standing on a precipice, and the worst thing is, I have no clue what awaits me on either side of it. No matter which way it goes, I’m going to fall—hard.
“I really missed you,” Alejandro says, and suddenly, it’s as if I can finally breathe again.
That’s it. I can’t stand it anymore. Even the console is too much distance. Taking matters into my own hands, I unsnap my seatbelt, Put the coffee cup on the dashboard, and lean over. Cupping his jaw, I kiss him with everything I’ve got. He needs to know how much I missed him, too, and no words would ever do it justice. Instead, I show him.
With him holding the back of my head and me holding his face, we throw ourselves into the kiss. Between us, our fingers twine together on the console…but it just doesn’t feel close enough.
I allow my hand to roam down to his neck, feeling the corded muscles, his rapid pulse beating against my palm, then I move lower to his chest, his waist, around to his back. I grip his shirt tight, fighting the need to pull him closer.
He’s not fairing any better. Transferring his hand to my thigh, Alejandro curls his fingers under my knee and hitches my leg up. I know what he wants. It’s the same thing I want. Maybe more.
Briefly, I consider telling him no, but I can’t bring myself to do that. There’s no denying him. “Come here,” he murmurs against my mouth as he tugs me to him, guiding the way.
In the back of my head a voice screams that we’re going to get caught, but I’m already climbing into his lap, bracketing his legs with my own as he pushes the seat as far back as it will go to make room.
My ass hits the horn, and it blares into the quiet morning. We both glance up and around, as if two teenagers about to get caught. But it’s just us. I grin then pull him back to me for another kiss. I can’t get enough of this man.
His hands are under my shirt, cupping my breasts. The heat of his palms is an aphrodisiac in itself, but the taste of him on my tongue and the hard ridge of his cock between my legs is what threatens to send me over the edge.
EXCERPT # 2
He sends me a picture. He’s smiling, shirtless, and holding a beer. Good Lord, could he get any hotter? Biting my lower lip, I hold my camera overhead and snap one of myself. I’m going for the sultry look. I’m not entirely sure I pulled it off though. I send it then follow it up with a couple rows of smiley faces with hearts for eyes.
A: Cute cute cute
Me: The gods were in my favor today
A: You’re funny
Me: Glad you think so
A: What you do today
Me: Wrote a little and took the kids to dinner
A: Did you have fun
Me: Yep I did
Me: I miss your face
A: Send me another pic
This time I take a minute to change into a pair of skimpy pajamas, feeling all sorts of naughty, and then I take a picture of just my bare legs with only the lacy edge of my shorts showing at the top of my thighs.
Me: You mean like this?
A: Mmmm very nice
A: What color panties are you wearing?
Me: Because I’m so sweet and innocent
I’m aware that I’m biting my bottom lip again. The anticipation of his response is almost too much, the thrill nearly as powerful as when we’re occupying the same space.
A: I do not think you are that innocent Mami
A: Move those panties over
A: Show me what’s mine
Okay, so now I’m nervous. I’m not an old pro at sexting, and Alejandro being Alejandro, he’s gone from zero to sixty in the blink of an eye. I hesitate, then say:
Me: I’m a good girl remember
A: Show me my pussy
Oh my Lord. I want to say no…but I also don’t. I’m experiencing a bit of a dilemma. So used to behaving “right” it feels all kinds of wrong to do anything else, but that’s also part of the allure. The bad girl inside of me wants to come out and play, and she’s warring with the good girl who is struggling to hold onto some of her reserve.
Me: I’ll think about it
A: How long do you need to think
Me: Hmmm…I’ll let you know
Me: I think you should come here and take one yourself
Goose bumps form on my skin when I think of him, buried inside me, with his phone in-hand. The very idea makes me blush, but I find the fantasy to be more than a little appealing.
A: I need to see you
Me: Baby me too
A: Are you done thinking yet
Me: lol nope
A slew of crying emojis quickly follow, then:
A: Okay Mami
He’s quiet for longer than I’d like and a wave of insecurity sets in, so like a psycho I ask:
Me: Are you mad?
A: I could never be mad at you