Orla followed like a horny bitch. Nothing mattered now, all she needed was Callan's cock buried deep inside her hole.
No streetlights illuminated the area where he parked the car. It was quiet and safer, but he feared Orla's moans would attract the attention of passers-by.
"Get in the car, Orla," he ordered in a husky tone.
She rolled into the backseat, and he followed, slamming the door after they had both settled in the car.
"You want me to fuck you in the car, right?"
That dirty word sparked Orla's arousal to a level that it now hurt so much she just had to satisfy herself.
"I don't know. Is it good here?" She slowly unbuttoned her shirt.
"You don't look like you are patient enough for me to get home." He slammed his lips on hers, wildly taking her.
"Then let's do it here." She threw her shirt off her body, resting her weight on Callan's lap. His bulge was now so hard, so hard it almost ripped her out when she landed on it. "I guess I am not the only one who wants this. You are hard."
She took his hand down to her panties, rubbing it when he didn't make a move. "Callan," she moaned into his ears. "I can't do this, help me."
Orla was too innocent.
Callan never thought his wife would get this crazy whenever she was horny. She was a different person when she was horny, and he loved her. He loved all her personalities, both on the bed and outside the bed.
He hungrily devoured her lips, picturing how he wanted to eat her elsewhere, but the space in the car was confined and he wouldn't do as much as he planned to do.
Orla rolled around on his hip, feeling a press of his erection against her entrance.
She fastened her arms around his shoulders, kissing him harder and deeper.
Callan relaxed on the backseat, his hand gripping her fleshy butt when he found her skirt. He pulled it up and slipped his hand into her wet cunt.
Her reaction was heavenly. Sensational. Smooth.
"Ca—oh my." He dropped his lips on hers. "What are you doing to me?"
"I should ask you that because I can't wait any longer." He found her panties, absentmindedly shifting them to the side.
His fingers penetrated further into her hole, drilling her folds and making contraction sounds that spurred her arousal to the highest peak.
"I want more, Callan." She arched her back. "More, please."
He heaved her up with one hand and skilfully took down his shorts with the second hand. Orla stared at him. He must have been an expert in this kind of thing.
"Moan. I want to hear you call my name as I fuck you senselessly." He instructed. "I don't care if there are people around, I want to hear your moans. They turn me on, Orla."
Lost for words, Orla nodded her head. She bit her lips when Callan positioned her back onto his lap.
"I don't have a condom." He cussed when he found out.
"I don't care!" Orla screamed, frustration caused her forehead to crease in worry. "I will take some pills after this. Just fuck me, Callan." Tears sprang up in her eyes as she pleaded with Callan to take her.
He had never seen her that desperate. So, he adhered to what she wanted by relaxing on the car seat and bucking up her hips. He grabbed her butt and watched as she bounced on and off his dick.
"Fuck, you're so tight, Orla." He grabbed her ass, spanking her hard. "You will end me, Orla."
She rode him so professionally that Callan almost doubted if she was Orla. Her skin slapped against his as she went on faster, impatiently filling his cock into her hole whenever it slipped out.
"This is so good, Callan." She giggled, her eyes on Callan who didn't stop staring at her. "It's so good, I don't want to stop."
She felt her orgasm building up.
Sex in the car was far more enjoyable than the ones they'd had on the bed. The thoughts that they were in the middle of the park, and could get caught with how the car bounced freely heightened her ecstasy.
It was daring and she loved it.
"Go harder, Orla." He grabbed her hips, adjusting to every pace that she came with. "Fuck!" Moaning her name, he hugged her to himself.
They were now closer than before. He was hugging her so tightly and she was bouncing her ass around his cock like an expert.
She reduced her pace when her legs began to shudder. She rode him four more times before reaching her peak.
Shortly after Orla came, Callan's orgasm sprang out. His seed was in her, he had spilled his seed into her.
She dropped tired on his chest, breathing hard like she was being chased.
"That was good, Callan." She smiled when she let go, rolling next to him on the seat.
"It was," he took her hands, both of them naked. "I have news for you."
"What's that?" She pulled up her panties and grabbed her shirt. She was still donning it when Callan began to talk.
"A construction company needs an Architect and I recommended you to them. You might get a call for an interview." He lazily wore back his shorts that Orla almost ripped off in her horny state.
"Callan! I don't know if I am ready for this now. It's been years, I don't even know if I still have the touch." She whined, but he ignored her. "Callan, you should recommend someone else. I don't think I can do this."
"The interview is in a month and I believe that you will do well. Even if you lose your touch, we will get it back. I believe in you." He leaned closer to kiss her forehead. "Give this a trial, you will do well."
He smiled reassuringly, and that was what Orla needed; someone to persuade her that she could do it, a supporter who will always stick with her. She'd got one, the realest one in the world.
"I will work towards it. Thank you, Callan."
"That's my girl." He pulled her closer, stroking her hair as he thought of them. What just happened, and the many crazy things that were forthcoming.
Whatever it was, he hoped that Orla would never leave his side.
He was completely into her, and not certain he could leave without her anymore.
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