SUPER RICH KIDS

text conversation ii

Warnings: Vulgar language, very in depth sexual content
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Months and months had passed since the first time Cato had first asked Clove out on a date, the morning of his birthday. In the back of her mind, Clove had told herself that something was bound to go wrong between them, that she shouldn't allow herself to get too close to him— However it had been quite the contrary. While they weren't yet in an official relationship, the two basically acted like they were. Besides, it was something that had been a long time coming, considering all they had done together— Clove had even gone as far as to change the distasteful contact name she'd had him saved as, which was merely his last name:

Hadley

Cato
21:07pm Come over

You're crazy. 21:09pm

Cato
21:10pm Crazy for wanting my girl over?

I didn't realise i was 'yours' now... 21:11pm

Cato
21:11pm Well as far as i'm concerned you are...
21:12 Me, and the whole of District 2...

You told your friends about me? 21:12pm

Cato
21:14 pm Not just my friends

? 21:14pm

Cato
21:16pm I may have also told my family ...
21:16pm Are you angry?

Not at all... 21:17pm
I'm actually quiet ... 21:17pm
flattered. 21:18pm
Although you must know, I refuse to be your anything until you officially ask me. 21:19pm

Cato
21:19pm That's fair.

And NOT in the middle of sex this time. 21:21pm

Cato
21:21pm 🙄
21:22pm At least that was better than the time I asked you to have my kid...
21:23pm You didn't sleep with me for days after that happened.

I was scared you were going to get me pregnant. 21:24pm
After all, it was very clear that that's what you wanted to do. 21:25pm

Cato
21:25pm I still do ;)

Clove couldn't help but chuckle to herself quietly as she recalled the memory, at that stage they had been quite a few months deep into their relationship and had started sleeping with each other.
It soon became painstakingly clear that when Cato was in the heat of the moment, he had a tendency to blurt out things he would t normally say... Or that's what Clove had initially thought. Until she found out that Cato's bedroom talk was relatively normal, until it came to Clove herself. It very quickly became evident that because Cato liked her so much, how he felt when they got intimate was on a different level, compared to the girls he'd previously slept with for sport.
At first it started off small, he kept it short and sweet:

"God, you feel good." He'd say, the nearer he drew to an orgasm.

Then the more times they did it, the more he'd pick it up a notch.

"You look incredible with my dick inside of you." He'd say often, somewhere during the middle of their time together.

"I could do this for the rest of my life— Fuck." He groaned, shivering slightly as he entered her for the first time.— As Clove recalled, that particular Wednesday it had almost been three weeks since they'd last been intimate, and it had been blatantly obvious due to the harshness and pace at which he fucked her.