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"Halt your steps, Orla," Callan stated calmly as soon as they walked right into their bedroom. Fuck whatever nonsense he had said about not wanting her in the past, he wanted her now and he'd have her.
Though his voice was calm, Orla could easily pick the authority in his tone and without hesitation, she stopped. Her hands trembled in her back, anticipating what Callan was about to do to her.
He took off his blazer, and his shirt followed. He was half naked in front of her, causing her to swallow hard, admiring his perfect manly figure.
With swift gaits like that of a Panther, he closed the distance between them and tilted her chin up to look at him. "Slow girl," he trailed his fingers all over her jaw, gently pinching and caressing her. He was just touching her, but a million wanton thoughts muddied up Orla's mind. Thoughts that made her panties ooze with slimy fluid, "Look at me," his husky voice growled, and his hand was now at the back of her head.
She managed to shoot her chin up, her needy eyes landing on Callan's vicious ones.
"I don't care whether you've ever been fucked or not…" He mashed her nipple through the satin dress she wore. "You want this and I will give you, but once I touch you, Orla—" he looked away, slipping his hand under her dress, his finger connected with her wet cunt and he almost groaned.
He had never been turned on like he was now. He was in a hurry to slide into her, thrust senselessly into her wet hole until her legs were quivering and she was yelling his name in the sexiest voice he'd ever heard.
"Callan," she was right in front of him but it seemed like she was on her way to heaven. She saw stars when he slipped two fingers into her, shifting her panties to the side. "Callan," she moaned into his ears.
"You will become mine, Orla. Once I claim you, there is no other one that can do the things that I will do to you. Do you understand that?"
"Hu-hh," His fingers circled her clitoris, almost propelling her to her peak, but that was too quick.
He hadn't even done anything to her and she was that way. She sucked in, she wanted to explore all forms of foreplay with him, and she didn't want to lose her chance now.
"Huh?" He frowned, freeing her cunt off his fingers. She equally scowled, murmuring for him to go on with his teasing adventures. "Use your words, Orla."
"Yes, Callan. I do understand." She voiced out loudly.
She couldn't fuck this up now. She'd do, she was ready to do whatever he wanted to keep the game going.
"Good girl." His face brightened with smiles. He moved away from her, "I want you to strip but if you don't do it the way I want—" his eyes ogled her body and he winked at her. "I will rip that damn dress off your body. Do that in five seconds." He raised his fingers to the ceiling, clamping his fingers to count as she took off her dress. "Damn, you are so slow!" He groaned when she was still struggling with her dress after five seconds. "My way will be better," he moved closer and pulled her dress from the back, ripping it apart before Orla could protest.
She steadied her step, eyes on her shredded dress that was negligently sitting on the cold tiles. That action from Callan fueled her horniness and there was no way she could go back now.
"Lingeries again?" He chuckled, "Where did you get so many?" He undid the straps of her bra, flinging the material across the room. He palmed one of her boobs, it didn't perfectly fit his large hand but he carefully held onto it. "You haven't answered me, Orla." He kissed her lips, suffusing her with an insatiable hunger.
Callan didn't kiss women, he just fucked them. He never wanted to form any bond with anyone. He just slept with them and paid them after sex.
He always kept the foreplay brief too, it was his rule to keep things strict on a business level. Never got intimate with any bitch, but this woman right in front of him was different, she was no bitch, she was his innocent wife.
He pulled out his tongue from hers, "That night, Rosa got me so many." She responded, her eyes begging for his touch. "About five, but is that even necessary now?"
"No, it isn't." Their lips connected again, hot and hard. Callan devoured her lips to his utmost satisfaction. She tasted like honey, mild and warm, he could kiss her forever and her taste wouldn't shrivel.
His teeth grazed her nipple and he looked up at her. Her pink nipples felt hoarse around his teeth, and he slowly ate her up, squashing the other nipple with his finger.
Orla moaned wildly. She had never had it this good and this man would be the death of her if she wasn't more careful, but fuck careful at this time. What she felt was too good to be careful, too perfect to think. "Ca—" his name hung low in her mouth when he began to intensely eat both nipples, setting her senses to run wild.
She clung to his neck, pulling his hair as he worked on her nipples. Callan shifted his gaze to her face and smiled when he glimpsed how bad he had gotten her. She didn't look like the innocent Orla that he married, she looked like a little horny slut with her rough hair bouncing around her back. He loved that side of her, her countenance drove him crazy just as she did even without effort.
He guided her to the bed and set her on top of it. She looked at him, a frown marring her expression. She loathed whenever Callan let go of her. She wanted his touch, all day and every time until he took her to paradise.