Free Getting In (Amanda's Trilogy) by Isabella Jones Page B

too, but at least Lisette has someone touching the red, swollen button I’ve spotted between her legs. I’m careful with it; I know that the more delicate I am with her, the more exquisite agony she’ll have to endure. I spread her cheeks a bit and blow on her pussy. The reaction is immediate. Her ass bucks up uncontrollably. So I blow again, harder, my breath both cooling the juices of her pussy and ever-so-gently tantalizing her engorged clit. Then I slip one finger, two into her hole and spread them apart gently. Lisette is tight, but her vagina yields to me, so I slip another finger in and begin fucking her rhythmically with my hand. I take my index finger and search for the telltale bulge of her g-spot, which I put pressure on as I finger-fuck her with excruciating control.
    Lisette is sobbing now into the bedspread, her grinding now an unconscious reflex to my digital pushing and prodding. Her legs are shaking and she can barely hold herself up. “Please, Amanda. I can’t stand this,” she cries.
    I get up and go back over to the nightstand, wiping my wet hand on my jeans. I’m shaking because I’m so excited by the power I have over someone, but also because of something I spotted in Lisette’s nightstand. I pull it out, quickly strip off my jeans and underwear, and step into the harness.
    The size of the dildo attached to it makes Tyrell’s cock look like a twig. No wonder she didn’t respond to him like your typical virgin.
    I find myself wishing I had a real cock so I can feel Lisette from the inside when I fuck her, but know in the primal part of my brain it’s the pounding I’m about to give her that will send me over the edge. I adjust Lisette’s hips so she can accept the toy, then begin to slip the dildo in to her tight, slick cunt while reaching under her hips to touch her engorged clit. Unlike how she responded to Tyrell’s cock, her hole opens easily for me, accepting every inch of the dildo I carefully push into her. I slowly begin to move, testing the angle and rhythm, and then when everything feels synched, I grab Lisette’s hips and begin to grind myself into her sweet ass, pulling back and ramming her again and again as hard as I can.
    The reaction she gives me is the one I’m looking for. She’s screaming out, begging me to stop, no don’t stop, harder, more, please, now, I’m coming now … it’s such a head-rush, looking down and watching her pert ass meet my every thrust, that I feel myself coming. Violent waves of release roll down my legs, up my belly, across my breasts. Lisette is thrashing about too, moaning, yelling out my name, reaching for my hand. I pull the dildo out and replace it with my fingers, where I can feel her pleasure quaking and pulsing against me, ebbing into stillness.

CHAPTER TWELVE

    I’ve gotten out of the strap-on and we’re both slumped across her bed, like two Girl Scouts who’ve exhausted themselves at day camp. I’ve stripped off my remaining clothes, thinking it’s a little dumb at this point to remain half-dressed while my partner lies next to me, stark naked and utterly spent. Lisette’s got her eyes closed and a smile on her face. Her long lashes rest on her freckled cheeks. I can’t help it: a wave of tenderness rolls through me, and I reach out and smooth her hair down.
    “Mmmm,” she says. “That was … spectacular. The best.”
    “Better than Tyrell.” It’s more a statement than a question.
    She cracks an eye open. “Um, yeah. Way better, Sherlock.” She notices I’m naked now, but as she reaches out for my breast, I grab her hand.
    “Don’t,” I say. I can see the confusion in her eyes, but she pulls her hand back.
    “Were you abused as a child?”
    “Were you a psych major in college?” I dart back.
    Lisette shrugs and bends her arms back to rest her head on her hands. The position makes her breasts both elongate and point prettily into the air, so I roll over on my side toward her and idly swirl my fingertip around