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

When we were on our way back to our house, I heard a buzzing sound coming from inside my bag, and when I looked to see who had called, it was Marcus.


‘‘Hi, baby... I'm sorry that I wasn't able to get home earlier. The company has recently run into some financial difficulties, which I need to resolve right away. Take care. Send my kisses to Kenny…''


With a smile on my face, I responded, ‘‘It's okay...’’ I didn't want him to get worried, so I made the decision not to fill him in on what had transpired with Kenny.


We arrived at our destination in ten minutes, and after I had paid the driver, he was kind enough to help me take my son inside the house.


‘‘Let's get your wound cleaned up, baby…’’ I said, recalling what Albert had instructed me--- I have to remove the bandage and thoroughly clean the wound once we got home.


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