Aftercare: General's Daughter, Book 4 Read Free

to suckle gently on the thick rod. His
sensitive flesh was warm and velvety against her lips and she groaned with
appreciation as her tongue memorized every fold and dip of his magnificent
instrument. Michael clutched the poster of the bed, finding it difficult to
remain standing as pleasure caused him to tremble.
    Jen slowly pulled his cock from her mouth and scooted back on
the bed as she led him not-to-gently towards her waiting pussy. Michael
chuckled at her impatience and very gently, aware of his size, eased his wet,
throbbing tip into her dew covered entrance, gritting his teeth as he fought
not to plunge into her.
    Unsatisfied with his tenderness, Jen pressed herself down to
engulf him completely, gasping with pleasure as he stretched her fully. She
began to pump her hips against his, moaning as the length of his shaft caressed
every nerve of her womanhood.
    Their rhythm increased with Michael’s lunges becoming more
pronounced as the height of their joy grew closer. Jen wrapped her legs around
his back, demanding he move harder, faster, give her all of him. Willingly, he
complied, and launched himself strongly against her womb. Jen screamed,
clinging tightly to his iron-hard body and waves of delight sent her spinning;
she had never felt so completely filled before. Michael’s growl accompanied her
as he spilled himself deep in her body, her muscular walls clutching him
tightly and milking every drop from his generous manhood.
    “Oh my god,” she finally forced out in a strained whisper.
    Michael collapsed next to her, holding her close against his
hardened chest. A light sheen of perspiration dotted his forehead as he fought
to catch his own breath. “Ditto. You felt so wonderful and you taste delicious.”
    “Thanks.” Jen blushed, still panting as he kissed her again. “I
have never felt anything like you. You fit so well in me.”
    “Mmm,” he murmured, nuzzling her throat as he gently stroked
her naked breast.
      “Mike? Um, this
might be weird, but do you like anal sex?” Jen asked cautiously, pulling his
hand to her stomach as it began to travel down again.
    “Yep. I like it all. I could hurt you, though.”
    “Not now, but in the future. We could work up to it. While
you spank me. Nicely.” She grinned.
    He hugged her, opening his eyes, “My little sex kitten. It
would be my pleasure. Feel better?”
    “Much. Do we have to go to work?”
    “Yes, we do. But we’ll have more time together later. Do you
want to shower?”
    “Yes, together,” she said smiling as she rose. She also
realized, for the first time, that she did not feel ashamed of her body. This
beautiful, sexy man loved it as it was, and that was the only thing that
mattered.
    ***
    Michael escorted Jen to the lab after getting her ID and
paperwork settled. His sister was in her office on the computer, finishing her
reviews from the panel reading from the previous week. Jen, never having seen
the girl in uniform before, was momentarily surprised.
    “Why the Charlies, Sis?” Michael asked, eyeing the olive
green skirt and khaki short-sleeved shirt with her rank on the epaulets and
multiple ribbons and medals on the pocket. Black pumps completed the picture. Her
hair was up in a bun as well.
    “I have a formal meeting with the Navy Seals group from the
battleship in dock. My team thought it would be best for me to wear this. They
said the heels make me look taller and more professional.”
    “You look more intimidating as well. You’re wearing your
purple heart, I see.”
    “The boys wanted me to go all out. I offered to wear blue,
but they said they couldn’t see my ass under the jacket.” She grinned. “They
still haven’t decided if that view was for manipulation or for their own
enjoyment.”
    Michael shook his head, looking at Jen. “She is the Special
Ops Recon Leader on this base. Her men will try anything to get a rise out of
her.”
    “It’s a little sexist, isn’t it?” Jen asked.
    Michael nodded. “Very