The General’s Wife: An American Revolutionary Tale by Regina Kammer Read Free Book Online Page A

“You know, the British are mere miles away.”
    “What about a quick one, then?” said Chastity. “I mean a suck in my condition. I bet I can suck off Pat quicker than you can do Sam, Pru!”
    “Ha!” Sam laughed. “And the losing man—he who spends the quickest—has to pay for both whores. What say you, Pat?”
    “Agreed,” said Patrick, with a smirk “I forget, captain, how many times did you come last night?”
    Sam smirked back. Pat had apparently noticed he had passed most of the night pleasuring Prudence before attending to his own needs. Pat knew his urges far too well. Sam was practically bursting.
    Still, he would have to teach his lieutenant a lesson in overconfidence.
    Chastity scrambled between Pat’s legs and quickly took his semi-erect prick in her mouth.
    “Hey! Whose side are you on, Chas!” Pat complained.
    Chastity hummed a laugh with her mouth now full of Pat’s engorged cock. Prudence made quick work of Sam, too, sucking and licking him to full-stand, teasing his stones with nimble fingers. Before long, the girls pumped away with their mouths, glancing and giggling at each other.
    Sam indulged himself with a quick peek at Pat. He rarely got a chance to watch his descent into ecstasy. His eyes were closed, his mouth agape, smiling, his satisfied groans matched the rhythm of Chastity’s bobs. The arousing display was intensified by Prudence’s efforts below. He had to restrain the urge to smooth his palm over Pat’s flexing abdomen, to cup his rough cheek as he plundered his mouth.
    Prudence slid Sam’s cock to the back of her throat, doing something devilish with her tongue, something Pat never did to him. He groaned as she clipped the glans, stroked her hair in appreciation, wanting so desperately to simply give in. But pride reared its ugly head. With Pru’s professional skills, he would be the losing man if he did not do something quickly.
    He grabbed her shoulders and dragged her with him as he scooted alongside Pat until the hair of Pat’s arm tickled his own. He sucked his middle finger, wetting it thoroughly, then nudged his hand under Pat’s butt.
    “Hey!” Pat’s eyes flew open, and realization quickly ensued. He pushed Chastity’s head back down while lifting his hips just enough. Sam found his puckered hole and slowly inserted his wet digit. Pat relaxed for his invasion, keeping silent as Sam delved deeper, the secrecy of their mutual craving heightening the sensual tension.
    Sam leaned in and pressed his lips against Pat’s ear. “Don’t you wish it were my prick fucking you … slowly … in your tight arse?” He exhaled a teasing moan. “You know how big I am … I fill you, I stretch you … and you love it. You love how your arse burns when I tear you open…”
    A grin spread across Pat’s face as he growled a husky groan, resonating within Sam from their point of connection. Sam sucked in a breath to maintain his own control.
    “You love it when I reach around to take your hard cock in my grip … pumping you … steadily … forcefully … as only a man knows how to pleasure another.”
    “Damn you, damn, damn, damn,” Pat muttered, his head lolling on the pillow.
    Sam quickened his thrusts as Pat flexed around him. “I’m frigging you hard … harder, faster … my cock so deep inside you … my stones slap against yours. Your stones tighten … you’re gonna spend. God, I’m gonna spend too … I’m gonna spend my scorching hot seed in your arse.”
    Pat grabbed Chastity’s head and pushed her into his crotch as he thrust up, blaspheming loudly as he came down her throat. Her swallows beat a metrical accent under his continued grunting moans. Sam massaged until every bit of spunk was expelled.
    Pat realized his defeat. “No fair!” he cried.
    Sam laughed and pulled out surreptitiously. He lay back and gave in to Prudence’s expertise, coming quickly in her mouth. She held him inside her, gulping until she had savored every drop.
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