Warning: 18+
‘‘Felicia...’’ he whimpered as he entered me from behind.
I bit the inside of my lower lip to keep a muffled scream from coming out, which was very close to happening.
Marcus positioned his hands on my hips and began to find his rhythm in a way that was deliberate but profound.
I arched slightly to allow Marcus to knead my breasts after his hands crept underneath me and into the space between them. While he was rolling my nipples between his fingers, I was having a terrible time stifling the groans that were coming out of my mouth.
‘‘It’s okay, baby…’’ he whispered into my ear. ‘‘Just moan for my name…’’
I rested my cheek against the pillow, my eyelids immediately closed tightly, and every time Marcus thrust into me, I was pushed forward, but his pace was slow, and he always pulled out completely before entering me again, making sure that I took every inch of him.
‘‘Felicia…’’ his voice was shaking as he whispered my name, his hand moved to rub my clit, and I felt like my body was about to explode. My thoughts were all over the place, and I'm at a loss for anything else to say.
‘‘Don’t---’’ my words were cut short due to the extreme pleasure he was giving me.
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Felicia is a sixteen years old high school student and was about to confess her love to her crush on the first day of the new term, however, she was stopped by Marcus, the bully king in her class and she accidentally fell down the stairs. When she woke up, she found her traveled into the world ten years later. To her surprise, the bully king in her school became her husband, but what made her shocked even more was that they had a three year old son!

Bully King Became My Husband

‘‘Hey…’’ I gave Albert a friendly grin in return, moving aside to give him space as he walked by, and then went inside the medical ward. ‘‘How did you know I was here?’’


As he placed the plastic bags he was holding on the table, he flashed a grin at me. ‘‘I saw your name on the list…’’


I looked at him suspiciously. Why would he find my name on the list?


‘‘Oh… I was actually checking if my patient had already arrived, and I got to see your name…’’ he explained immediately, as if he could sense what was running in my mind. ‘‘I’m so sorry if you---’’


‘‘You don’t have to worry about it!’’ I waved my hand as a sign of dismissal of what he was going to tell me. ‘‘What did you bring me, by the way?’’


And I leaned in to peek what’s in the plastic bags.


‘‘It’s your favorite, lasagne!’’ he exclaimed happily as he took out the food containers one by one from the plastic bags.


‘‘My favorite…?’’ I asked, frowning. How did he even know about it?


Chapter 19 YOUR FAVORITE