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She turned to face me, tossing her ponytail over her shoulder and putting her hands back on her hips. “I said old guys.” Then she smirked again, and her eyes flashed with a daring come get me look.
When I stood up from the chair suddenly, she squeaked and dropped back against the wall, cornering herself in. I took slow, long strides to close the distance between us, and she held her breath.
“You didn’t seem to be complaining about how old I was the other night,” I said, reveling in the blush that turned her neck a deep red.
“That was different,” she said, trying to sound like she wasn’t aroused. She pressed her thighs together, and I could practically feel the muscles in her pussy eagerly clenching.
I stood close enough to her that I could smell her nerves on her sweet breath. “Was it?” I asked, tugging at the drawstring on her shorts. Her eyes followed my hands, but she didn’t stop me, even when I tucked my fingers in the waistband and pulled her to me.
Amanda followed. “Mm-hmm,” she hummed breathlessly. Her eyes drifted closed, and her lips parted as if she were waiting for me to kiss her.
I leaned towards her, barely grazing her mouth with mine. “Focus, angel,” I said, and her eyes snapped open.
I slipped my hand into her shorts and over her bare mound, and my cock stirred behind my zipper. She wasn’t wearing any underwear. She hadn’t been expecting me. Did she always walk around the house without underwear? She huffed, moving her hips like she was trying to encourage me to touch her.
“What is a one-of-a-kind contract that is only between the seller and buyer and gives the buyer the option to purchase the property at a given price for a set period of time?” I asked her.
Amanda gaped at me. “What?”
I repeated the question, slipping my finger past her lips and over her pussy. She was wet, and when I rubbed a small circle over her clit, she whimpered. “Answer the question,” I told her, making slow, soft movements.
“I don’t know it.” She whined, rocking her hips. She wasn’t even thinking about the question.
“Yes, you do.” I pinched her clit lightly, reveling in her moans. “Think about it.”
As I continued to rub her clit, she panted, and her eyes glistened. “Express contract?” she asked, her voice breaking with a moan.
I stopped my movements, pulling my finger from her clit. “Incorrect.”
“No, what? Please don’t stop,” she begged, her eyes watering with desperation.
I pressed against her clit but didn’t move. “Tell me the right answer, and I’ll keep going.”
“I… I don’t think I know it.”
“You do,” I insisted. “You know this. What kind of contract?”
Amanda’s lips quivered along with her body, and she shook her head. When I pulled my hand from her shorts, placing it on her hip, she looked panicked. “Option? An option contract? Is that right? It is… right?”
I smirked, sliding my finger along her slit and into her pussy, rubbing my thumb against her clit. She leaned against the wall, spreading her legs farther. “Very good, angel. I told you that you knew the answer.”
She gleamed. Her body reacted so beautifully, so delicately, to each strum of my fingers along her inner walls, and each of her whimpers went straight to my cock. When her pussy tightened around my finger, I added another and curled them, massaging the point inside of her that made her legs buckle. I wrapped my arm around her waist to stop her from falling.
“Are you ready for another?” I asked her, and she nodded, then quickly shook her head before nodding again. I grinned. “What is a parcel of real property that has an easement over another called?”
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head in panic. “Shit! I don’t know!”
I stopped petting her, pulling my fingers from her. “You do. Trust me.” I kissed her. “Get this one right, and I’ll let you come. Can you do that?”
She shook her head. “Give me a hint.”
I rubbed my thumb in slow circles over her clit. “No hints. You know the answer. Don’t overthink it.”
Amanda bucked her hips forward, chasing her orgasm like it would give her the answer and not the other way around. She was fragile and small beneath my hands, and her hazel eyes rolled back in pleasure I felt in my core.
“Please, Drake,” she whined.
When her legs quaked, letting me know she was on the edge again, I stopped, and she grunted. “The answer. A parcel of real property with an easement over another is called a what?” I pressed hard against the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing her to shriek. “Do you want to come, angel?” She nodded. “Then what is it called?”
