A grin popped up on his face when he noticed her discomfort. He stood in front of her and went down on his knees.
"Are you mad that I let go of you?"
Orla nodded in response.
"Did I say anything about using your words?" He asked sternly.
"Yes, you did," Orla responded audibly.
"Good," he touched her slinky lace panties and pulled them down to her knees, revealing her bare cunt. It was so small and inviting his hard cock, he shut his eyes for a second and opened them back. "So, are you mad?" He plunged his middle finger into her cunt and Orla responded by yelling out in pleasure. "Are you mad at me, Orla?" He added two fingers, then three and slowly, he slid in and out of her. "Gosh, you are so wet for me."
Her juice coated his fingers as he deliciously stroked her clitoris. Clean folds of sweat dripped down her face, she folded the sheets, throwing her hard backwards as Callan's skillful fingers did justice to her little cunt. She wanted more, she wanted all.
"Please, Callan." Fire erupted inside of her, dangerous and scorching but it wasn't hurting her. It was daring, persuading her to go on. She felt something building up inside of her, she was too full and felt the need to explode, loud and heavy.
"I," she drawled.
Callan increased his pokes with his fingers. "Why are you so tight?" He asked but she sure didn't hear him because she was on cloud nine and was so close to her peak.
To avoid getting her mad, he immediately replaced his fingers with his tongue and Orla lost it there. She screamed out in pure delight when Callan's wet tongue met with her wet cunt.
"Oh fuck!" She cried out. No one told her the tongue could be so good for something else other than tasting.
He saw the lights in her eyes as he kissed her folds. "Are you alright?" He asked to be sure and she nodded, but he suddenly halted.
"Yes!" Orla shrieked. "Yes, please don't stop."
He was impressed she now understood that using her words mattered when he was exploring her body.
"Good girl," his tongue went down there again, cleansing every part that needed it. He couldn't resist tasting her, she tasted too good. Her juice oozed right into his mouth, and he licked them up clean. He kissed her, letting her taste her juice. "You taste so good, Slow girl. You make me want to last here for too long." He spread out her pussy lips, eating her like an animal.
His bulge was already shooting out of his trousers, he couldn't wait to completely fill her with his dick when he was done eating her little cunt.
Her legs began to contract and a twitch followed. Callan figured she was close to orgasm but he didn't stop using his tongue on her. He went on slowly, killing her hard.
"Callan, I feel I will—" she burst out, splashing her fluid all over his mouth. "I am sorry, I had no idea that would happen."
Callan smiled. Rubbing his fingers on her pussy, he licked up her juice and kissed her again. "You didn't know that?" Chuckling, he paused to let her regain her balance before giving her the real feel of paradise.
"No, I didn't." Orla breathed.
Exhaustion washed through her, but she was ready to summon the strength she'd be needing to carry on.
"Why?" He asked.
He wasn't one to engage in small talks during times like this, but with this woman, everything was different and perfect.
"It has never happened to me." She bit her lips. "That was my first orgasm."
"Your first?" His lips twitched in a frown. Something inimical and unreadable flashed through his eyes and Orla feared he'd stop the fun now. "Are you a virgin?" He asked and she stared at him.
Callan's heartbeat drastically increased. He prayed her answer would be negative, she sure looked innocent and he'd felt how she reacted naively to everything that he'd been doing to her, but he'd met females who acted naively but ended up not being virgins. It would hurt him if Orla was a virgin, he didn't want to take her like a whore, and he wouldn't want her to have her first time this way.
"Are you a virgin, Orla?" He asked again and she nodded. "Use your damn words, Orla." His heart shattered into shreds. He wasn't worth her, she was too pure for his broken and animalistic soul.
"I am a virgin, Callan," Orla said in a shaky voice. She knew this was over, that was the end now.
"Fuck!" He lumbered to his feet. "Why didn't you tell me?"
Fury loomed inside of him. He had never fucked a virgin, he had never planned to sleep with one. He didn't deserve to be given something that precious, he wasn't worth it.
"I thought you'd know." Her innocent face struck him. He shut his eyes and guilt washed through him. "I have never done any of these things and I thought you'd know."
His shoulders sagged. He had paid attention to her body responses, but not too closely as he should. He was too rough on her. That was not how her first time of foreplay should be, but he could back away now, he wasn't worth her anyway.
"I don't sleep with virgins." He couldn't go on now that he found out that she was a virgin. "We shouldn't have started this whole thing." He said and took some steps away from her.
"Callan," Orla stared at his retreating figure as he backed her and proceeded to walk out of the room. "Callan, we," She cried out frustratedly, but he didn't stop to look at her one more time.
He wasn't worth taking her virginity, but he already marked her as his alone and he'd kill anyone who touched her, but he needed time to process all that would happen next.
Right now, it was best to leave her that way. He was sorry but it couldn't be helped.
They shouldn't have begun the whole thing if he wouldn't finish with her. Callan thought.
He dug his nails in his hair, aggressively scratching his head. He was lost for words, lost of thoughts, but he couldn't bring himself to go back to that room.
His cock jerked in his trousers. He was aroused and felt the need to spill out his seed. Teasing Orla had set him in the mood, he needed to have sex. Playing with himself was not his thing, but calling one of his whores to meet at the penthouse could satisfy his concupiscent needs that night.
Without shilly-shallying, Callan fumbled his hand in his pocket and pulled out his phone to dial the quickest number he could reach.
He grabbed the car keys, buttoned up his shirt and dashed out of the living room before Orla showed up.
He was subconsciously reminded of the fact that he was going to cheat on his wife again, but he ignored it. At that time, it was best for him to ignore it.
His selfishness obscured other emotions as he drove towards the penthouse to meet up with the whore he had invited over. He was certain that the whore would be present before his arrival. Calling them was an opportunity after all.
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Orla couldn't bring herself to sleep after Callan left the house. She remained on the bed, sickly naked.
Heavy tears bedazzled her bleary eyes, there was nothing else she could do but cry.
The resentment in Callan's eyes when he found out that she was a virgin still scared her, that expression, how he went from hundred to zero, how he walked away and never looked back to even see her face. How he didn't come back to check if she was fine or hurt, how he left her in the lurch.
How selfish and insensitive he was.
She regretted instigating the conversation about sex and asking questions that she shouldn't ask. It was more than just sleeping with a virgin, it was something more but she couldn't decipher. Orla wiped her tears and rose to her feet, wrapping the duvet around her body. She sauntered into the bathroom and set herself in the bathtub.
She moistened herself in the water filled with the lavender bathing soap, lazily washing her body as she thought of what just happened between her and Callan. Now, she was certain that she disgusted him and he wouldn't ever want her.
The clean water gushed out, clearing away the froth that formed on her skin. Her tears blended with the water as she made a promise never to bother Callan about anything that had to do with sex.
If he didn't want her, then so be it. She wouldn't give him the impression that she wanted him anymore, and even if she did, she would keep her desires to herself—that was better than leaving her in the middle of foreplay.
She stayed hours longer than usual in the bathroom, hoping the water would wash away her agony, but it didn't. The pain remained as she thought of the things that hurt her, it would take time to let go, but until then she planned to completely avoid Callan and everything that had to do with him.
After the long bath, Orla left the bathroom and didn't go back to sleep in the room. She took her phone with her, carried Betty and slipped into one of the guest's rooms she had never been to since she started living with Callan.
The guest room was big, but smaller compared to the room she shared with her husband. The color and the setting of the room were all black, different from the whitish structures of their room.
There was nothing about that room that was similar to the bedroom, nothing to remind her of Callan and that soothed her. That was what she wanted, to completely forget that he existed in her world.
She lay on the bed, cuddling Betty up. She vented to her, talking about how she felt and after hours of venting without getting a response from Betty, she drifted into a peaceful slumber.
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