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There was something so fucking glorious about getting head. I didn’t need a girl putting my pleasure first all the time, but spontaneously just deciding to? Yeah, I treasured the gift of it, right up until she started to splutter.

“Not so deep…” It was a problem girls had had in the past when trying to blow me. They thought this was porn and I needed to be lodged half way down their throat, where I just needed this. I eased myself back even as her grip on me tightened, but when her tongue pressed hard against that sensitive spot just under the head, I nearly lost my shit. “Just there. Fuck, baby. Just like that.”

Jamie didn’t need schooling. She took my input and ran with it, slowing her strokes until the pleasure became an almost painfully prolonged experience. Wouldn’t have changed a thing, though. Instead, I gasped, panted, and throbbed through her thorough exploration of the head of my shaft and then hissed as she started to move faster.

I was never going to last. The tension of today, the sheer surprise I felt at her response, it destroyed any control I had, the combination creating a lethal spiral that sucked me in.

“Jamie…”

I wanted to tell her at that moment how good she made me feel, right after her family seemed determined on treating her like shit. That it should be me sitting at her feet, worshipping her over and over, each lick erasing the shitty things people said. That this moment was the most perfect I’d ever felt, better than the moment I managed to catch a massive wave, despite other more experienced surfers wiping out. That I wanted it to be one in a long line of them, that I’d get up every day and work out a way to top the last.

That I loved her.

I felt that in a rush, my eyes locking with hers as it all came gushing out. The cum erupting from my balls was just a physical manifestation of the way I felt about her. I wanted this to go on and on, to fill her up with my seed, my love. It was on the tip of my tongue, to tell her just that, but instead I pulled free. My thumb scooped a little cum that had escaped her lips, watching her suck it clean with a shudder.

“What the hell was that about? I mean, far be it for me to question spontaneous blow jobs, but?—”

“You were perfect,” she said, and that just made the warmth in my chest expand exponentially. “Everyone backed off, including bloody Amber. Mum was too caught up in her snit to make comments, and I survived.” She sat back on her heels. “I survived. I was feeling good and I wanted you to feel good too.”

I collected her up, holding her as best as I could.

“I always do, Jamie, when I’m with you.” I pressed my nose into her neck, inhaling her as that lovely, post-nut laziness washed through me. It was a seductive voice, telling me to curl up with my girl in the back of my van and just bask in the afterglow, but propping our heads up on my toolbox wasn’t exactly my idea of a good time. “Maybe we could go back to your place and I could help you… release all those remaining tensions.”

She smiled up at me, but I knew before she said anything that she was going to say no.

“I’ve gotta get the washing done.”

“I’m told I’m very good at laundry,” I argued.

“And I need to do some meal prep.”

But these weren’t the real reasons she didn’t want me to eat her sweet little pussy until she couldn’t come anymore. I nodded slowly, having mentally prepared myself for this. We’d taken massive steps towards something, but that didn’t mean Jamie was where I was right now.

“You need space.”

“No, I—” She said that too fast and with too much emphasis.

“You need space.” Jamie stared into my eyes and I nodded slowly. “And that’s OK. We’re taking this at your pace because otherwise…” They came unbidden, all the dreams I’d had about her and me, the life we’d create. Travelling the world to surf, attending car shows, her fixing cars as we went, me working on construction sites. It could be amazing, but I couldn’t let the dream get in the way of the woman I loved. “Otherwise I’ll smother you.” To lighten that statement up, I started to smother her with kisses, her giggles music to my ears. Her eyes were shining and her smile was bright again. “So let’s get you home so you can do ‘laundry.’”

I watched Jamie walk up her stairs, wanting to follow her up, but forcing myself to be satisfied with just watching her get inside safely before I threw the car in gear and took off.

I went home in a daze, driving on automatic, but that faded abruptly when I walked in the door. Hunter was sitting on the couch with a beer, the TV playing in the background, but we shared a house, so that was to be expected. Brock was not. Big brother looked up when I came in, a small smile forming when he saw how I was dressed.

“So how bad was it?” Hunter asked, trying to keep his focus on the TV screen but failing.

“Bad,” I replied, remembering the grilling I got from Jamie’s dad, the shit her brothers said, along with her mother’s high-handed remarks. “Then worse.” Amber’s bitchy comments and the way she so casually tried to destroy Jamie had my teeth clamping together. “Then a whole lot better.”

“That good, huh?” Brock looked down and I followed his gaze, realising my fly was still down. “Well, sit down, dickhead.”

“This is a planning meeting,” Hunter explained, grabbing a beer from the fridge and then handing it to me. “Brock and me, we’ve decided to join forces for the meantime, and I think you’re gonna wanna get in on this.”

“Planning what?” I asked, sitting down.

“How to get Jamie through this in one piece,” Brock said. “I am just starting to understand what she’s been going through. Mumzilla does not even begin to explain how intense Majorie is.” He held up his phone. “I’ve had a million missed calls and texts from her and she barely knows me. Imagine what she does to her actual daughter.”

“Rides roughshod over her,” I replied with a frown. “She was rude as fuck when Jamie turned up with me, not you.”

My brother smirked for a second, obviously thinking he had the advantage here, but then he looked down at his phone.