(Violet) Oh? What's better, moaning or gasping?
(Tate) The best is when you call out my name and beg for more.
Violet laughed to herself again. She knew that Tate loved being in control.
(Violet) "Oh Tate! Mmm, please! More!" That about sum it up?
(Tate) You screaming that while my fingers pound into your wet pussy. You're so fucking wet, always. I keep hitting that spot that drives you wild, and your thighs quiver with anticipation.
Violet's eyes grew wide as she read over Tate's last text. Her breath caught in her throat. She felt a tingle in her core and crossed her legs to try and stop the throbbing. Tate could turn her on as easily as a flip of a switch. She didn't reply for a minute, and her phone buzzed.
(Tate) Did I turn you on, Vi? Are you crossing your legs because you're throbbing? Are you wet too?
Violet had no idea how Tate always knew what she was thinking. He knew exactly what to say or do to turn her into a wet mess.
(Violet) Tate... Maybe we should wait to finish this until after school.
(Tate) Oh no. You started this, and you can't leave me standing at attention, ready to go.
(Violet) You're hard?
(Tate) Painfully so. I need you, Violet. Now.
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FanficFirst off this is mature content with strong language and sexual activity you have been warned. Here's a spoil: "Violet was sitting in her history class, listening to the teacher drone on and on about some war. Her teacher was overzealous about the...
