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Patricia shivered at his touch, his soft lips grazing over the pale skin of her neck. Jerome's hands slipped past her white shirt; half of the buttons were undone, and her skirt had ridden up on her thighs.

She knew this was wrong. She was cheating. She was sinning. But Patricia Williamson didn't give a rip. She'd sin if she wanted to. And she wanted this. It wasn't like she would break up with Eddie, she and Jerome were just playing around. She loved Eddie, but Jerome made her feel so good.

His large hands found her breasts and he gave them a squeeze, earning a gasp from Patricia. His tongue darted out of his mouth and licked her neck, and then he trailed down, coming to her breasts.

He pulled her bra away from her chest and swooped down, taking one of her hardened nipples into his mouth. One of his hands was suddenly under her black, school skirt and his fingers slithered their way past her panties. Without warning, three of his magical fingers plunged into her. She gasped, the sound quickly changing to a moan, and she gripped his shoulders tightly. He thrust his fingers into her repeatedly as her breathing got heavier.

"Jerome…" she murmured, biting her lip.

His mouth left her chest and he crashed his lips into hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth and exploring every crevasse. Tasting her. Memorizing her. Her mouth opened as she began to moan, his fingers going fast and faster with each passing second, her sounds of encouragement making his heart beat faster.

If he was anyone else, he'd probably climax right then. But Jerome Clarke wasn't just anyone. He could hold back. For how long, he didn't know, but he could hold back for a while.

Patricia pulled away from his lips, burying her face in the crook of his neck. She could feel her climax coming and when her nails dug into his back, Jerome knew too. He wanted her to come, just as much as she did.

Jerome felt her muscles contract around his fingers and he stopped thrusting so he could curl his fingers inside of her. The auburn haired girl bit her lip as her climax came. She had to stop herself from screaming out, because she would have if she wasn't in a janitor's closet of the school.

The blonde that held her up, kept her from sinking to the floor in exhaustion, leant in and bit down on the base of her neck—hard.

Patricia gasped. "Slimeball, you aren't supposed to leave a mark. And that will definitely leave a mark."

"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself." He replied, blue eyes shimmering with mischievousness.

After a moment for Patricia to gain her strength back, Jerome pulled his fingers out of her and she stepped away from him on wobbly legs. She readjusted her panties, skirt, and bra and buttoned her shirt back up again. She ran her fingers through her hair and took a deep breath. She looked up at Jerome as he messed with his hair, and then began tying his tie around his neck. She strutted up to him and tightened it for him, pulling it toward her so he came down with it. She moved past his face and pulled his collar away from his neck. She bit down.

"Trixie, you aren't supposed to leave a mark." He growled.

"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself." She retorted, grabbed her bag off the floor and swung it over her shoulder, waving behind her. "Later, Slimeball."

Jerome smirked after her.

He was lucky she wanted fun. A no strings attached sort of relationship. She was so good.


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