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.
*****
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 I opened my eyes, I realized that I had been transported again to the past. I was right all along. It was Marcus’ kiss that was kept me going back to the past. I turned to look around me, and I was momentarily blinded by the brilliant, coloured lights, giving me no option but to close my eyes.


I was at the bar, where we celebrated our graduation party. ‘‘Do you want some shots, Felicia?’’ I turned my head to the side and saw Albert smiling widely, then slid a glass of tequila in front of me.


‘‘Thanks... but no thanks…’’ I gently rejected, pushing the glass away from me with my index, and he smirked as he threw back the shot, then slammed his glass down on the table, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as if he was trying to impress me.


Chapter 57 REJECTED