Fuck? Callan smiled again, could she get any sexier? Those wild words sounded sexy coming from her, he loved the vulgar side of Orla. She should use more bad words often.
"That? I haven't changed my mind about that."
Orla grimaced, halting when Callan said those words.
"You want me to make you want me, don't you?" She stared at him, hands trembling as she held his shorts. "If I succeed, will you sleep with me? I am still a virgin."
Swiftly, she wrenched his slacks, leaving him in his shorts..
"Will you?"
The shorts were off his legs now and his cock jumped out, ravenous and hard.
Orla glimpsed the precum that mildly oozed from the cap, she rubbed her thumb on it to wipe it off. Callan groaned, she was softly killing her.
"Fuck, Orla."
She ran three fingers on his cock, fitting it in her hand to feel the length and weight. She hadn't realized how small her hands were until she held Callan's dick in them and they couldn't properly hold it down.
If he refused to sleep with her, she could suck him off and that also meant having him inside of her. So, she went on her knees.
Callan shut his eyes, ready to take a trip to heaven. The thought of her filling her mouth with his cock drove him crazy.
"Why don't you sleep with virgins?" She asked, rubbing the cap of his cock. "They irritate you?" She took in his full length before his response came.
She gagged, swallowing him at once was a bad idea. She withdrew and gently wrapped her hand around the long and meaty cock, gently filling her small mouth around it. She threw her hand backwards, sucking him off like a maniac.
Callan moaned, she looked so adorable with his cock in her mouth, her ginger hair scattered all over her face, and her body movements as she sucked Callan with vivacity.
That was her first time, yet she was so perfect, so perfect for him.
He yanked at her hair, moaning and urging her to increase her pace. Orla looked up at him with bleary eyes, she was doing her best and could pass out if she went faster than she already was going.
"Fuck! You are going to kill me, Orla." His grip on her hair was rougher and tighter, hurting her but she doubted if he had an idea that he was hurting her.
Callan moaned her name as she sucked him off. He got ready for heaven, but he took her beyond the gates of heaven. He looked down at her, ready to do anything to please her that night.
His heart burned with lust and an unknown feeling that was soft and indecipherable. Her mouth around him was perfect, when they kissed was perfect.
The way she looked up at him with uncertainty was perfect, everything about her was perfect to him and thoughts of hurting her killed him. He didn't deserve such perfection, he was close to backing away, but he didn't want to hurt her.
Surges of contentment burst through Callan and in a rush he spilled out his fluid. Orla wasn't sure what to do, but before he could say a word. She bent over and licked him up, clean without a drop.
"Did I do well?" She asked shyly.
"You did." Callan's voice was soft. Pain and pleasure ingrained his tone. He hated that he hurt her.
Thoughts of what he had done deemed him not fit to take away her innocence, but he didn't want to leave her wanting that night.
He wanted her as much as she wanted him.
"Callan, are you good?" She glimpsed his sad eyes.
"Orla, don't you think I am not worth this?" He drew her closer, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.
"You are my husband, who else would I give my virginity to if not you?"
She sounded reasonable, but Callan knew she had no idea what he had done behind her back. If she knew, she wouldn't let him touch her.
His iniquities assaulted him, deeply into his soul. He regretted everything that he had done when she wasn't there and even in her presence.
"Do you think I am worth this?" He drew her closer, his lips tangling hers. Firmly and sweetly.
Orla quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. She shook her head in response, but her intuition warned her that Callan could change his mind if she didn't use her words. So, she drew out her lips.
"Callan. I wouldn't want anyone else to have this but you."
"Orla,"
His lips attacked hers again and she moaned, chomping on his bottom lips like an expert.
Callan could bet that Orla had gotten better than the last time he kissed her. She could dive in his tongue without his consent, she could munch on his lips and clearly express her hunger for him without shame. He loved that side of Orla.
"You can spare the long talk for later." She bit his lips again, withdrawing her lips.
A wink followed after the soft bite, she was seducing him and of course, he liked that. That's his girl, he thought.
"You want me so bad, don't you?" He rose to his feet, grabbing her along with him.
Four left fingers traced her robe, resting on her nipples that were already hardened under the robe.
"I do," she moaned when Callan's fingers stalled there, squeezing, yanking and senselessly smooching.
Right now, she wanted all of this, all of him.
"Good. You shouldn't have worn a robe. Why did you?" He smacked her ass hard, his hand lingering there for a while.
Orla flinched, she needed no one to tell her that his hand already left an imprint on her butt. That thought turned her on, she wanted to check to see how sexy it was.
"What do you want?" He pinched her nipples, staring at her.