𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 - a 20 year old man who lives the way he wants, gets money, bitches, allat. he's always been the one night stand type of guy.. but what happens when he meets a girl who doesn't just let up? one that doesn't just fall righ...
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- Bashar Jackson 💫 - - Brooklyn, New York -
"good morning" Janay lifted her head off my chest and looked at me. "you look good enough to eat, Janay"
"boy i got drool on my face and it's probably on your chest too" she wiped her mouth and chest my chest.
"you look perfect to me" she rolled her eyes. "damn you can't ever take a damn compliment"
"because i look a mess" she sighed sitting up. "you look so cuteee!" she whined touching on my unbraided hair. "baby look at these little curls you gottt"
"ight' leave me alone" she laughed pushing my face. "you good though? you was twisting and turning all in yo' sleep last night" i rubbed her side.
"i mean you killed me last night" i busted out laughing and she whined pushing me. "pop it's not funny! i'm really fucking sore!"
"you wanna massage?" i smirked laying my hands behind my head and she rolled her eyes.
"not that type of massage but the other one, yes please"
"gimme a kiss. then i'll do it" she sighed before leaning down and kissing my lips. "damn you-"
"stopp! i can't take these compliments just shut up and put the lotion on my back" i chuckled sitting up as she laid on her stomach.
i got out of bed and went over to her lotions grabbing my favorite one before going back over to her, putting some on her back.
she felt tense all around.. which kinda worries me because i thought she's been good this whole time. maybe it's just today..
"damn bae, why you so tense?" i finally asked as i got up to her neck and shoulders.
"just stress but fuck right there" she closed her eyes making me chuckle and get where she asked. "anyone ever tell you how good you are at this?" she asked and i shook my head. "your great"
" 'preciate it, Ma"
"boy you better say thank you"
"thank you, pretty" she smiled. "that smile-"
"don't come for me again cause you know i'll violate you" i smacked my teeth. "yeaaa. you know not to play"
