I circled my strokes over the canvas, with such grace and accuracy. I was currently painting as I always do, whenever I overthink or when I'm angry...it just helps me get everything out. I'm not the person to outburst my emotions when I have them, I like to keep my composure nice and coo'.
Today was jus' one of them days that I expressed my feelings ona blank page, ...well canvas. I loved our three bedroom condo in Clovis. Clovis is a nice city a few miles from Fresno. They've got Canes down to Popeyes, Shoe Palace up to Foot Locker, and the most expensive brands down to goodwill. You name it, we got it.
Jason should be home from work by 5. At least that's what he told me, it was ten minutes till' five and I came up with the conclusion to start on dinner. Tonight was taco Tuesday, and I loved cooking for my baby after his long hard day at work. I closed up all my pastels and put up my charcoal pencils before I left the attic down to the kitchen, where I washed my hands before seasoning the thawed package of beef that I took out early this morning. I cut up lettuce, tomatoes, cilantro, and avocado while keeping an eye on the stove, where the shells and meat was cooking. I took a deep breathe and grinned at how good I had the house smelling right now.
I couldn't wait till Jason got home, he should be here any minute now I thought looking at the stove clock. I finished frying the last shell, transferring it to a plate with napkins, so it could drain the oil as I put everything in its separate container for easy storage later. I made myself a plate and moaned at how tasty these tacos was, these were the best ones yet...
I finished my plate in the kitchen before I glanced at the stove clock again and seen it was not only 6 o'clock, but six fucking thirty...I became worried just a little because the food was luke-warm right about now and Jason still wasn't home. I thought nothing of it as I tidied up the living room a little bit before I heard the front door slam loudly. I glanced over and seen a very agitated and angry looking Jason, uh oh...
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"Jas-", before I could even ask him what was wrong, he cut me off with a very aggressive; dominant kiss before grabbing my shoulders and lightly pushing them down, suggesting what he wanted me to do without words. I complied but felt offended that this was the first thing that came to mind when he walked through the door, but I also felt this was the right thing to do for him after a long day at work, and he eats me all the time, it's only right.
I lifted up his shirt and kissed down his firm stomach while unbuckling his Louis Vuitton belt, revealing his Tommy briefs and semi-hard on. I sucked on it lightly through the material, feeling myself get moist. He gripped my hair roughly letting me know to get on with it. I yanked his pants down along with his briefs before taking ahold of him in my hand before licking the tip gently and finally taking all of him in my mouth, bobbing my head back and forth at a deadly slow pace feeling him harden by the minute. I popped him out of my mouth and his dick was wet and coated with spit, not to sloppy and not to dry, just how I like it.
I went back to bobbing on his dick agonizingly slow before he finally became fed up and grabbed both sides of my head and began stroking in my mouth. Fast going in and slow pulling out. I looked at his lust filled eyes while he looked back at my tear streaked ones. I could feel him pulsating in my mouth as he got closer and closer.
"Fuck!" He grunted loudly before pumping in my mouth at a quick pace, about to nut. I moaned so the vibrations could add on to his pleasure. He popped himself out of my mouth stroking himself a couple of times before nutting in my mouth. I took ahold of him sucking out what was left over and began to stand up to spit before he gripped my hair tightly stopping me from getting off my knees.
"Swallow that shit." He growled. I swallowed quickly and opened my mouth showing proof before he pulled me up to stand by my hair and kissed me passionately before grabbing my neck roughly with a grin on his face.
"Go make my plate woman." He chuckled slapping my ass. I shoved him playfully and walked off back into the kitchen.
"I hate you!" I said laughing.
"I love you!" He yelled before plopping on the couch.
"I love you too daddy." I whispered to myself before starting on his plate.
What would I do without my Jas....
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And scene! lmao. Jas is pronounced 'Jace' because his name is Jason. I know some of you read it in your head as Jas like Jasmine, Lol no! Naamah>> "Ni-E-Mah"
But...I'm going to actually update this book regularly, I'm tired of tryna find books that I like, so why not make my own....I plan to go far with this book, so comment what you think so far and lemme kno if I should continue✅
