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Bully King Became My Husband

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!

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56 Chs

Chapter 48 IRRESPONSIBLE

FELICIA's P O V

I opened my eyes, and I felt that a warm body was fully enveloping me. There was not a single second from last night that I was unable to recall, my core still sore and aching from the pleasure Marcus gave me.

Even though the blankets were only up to our waists, I was getting close to getting heated again because he had his arms wrapped tightly over me and his chest was against mine. Despite that, I had no desire to move at all.

But I writhed in discomfort as I recalled what he had done to me the previous night. I thought about the way he had attacked my little nub, and the expression in his eyes had given me the impression that I was the only other person on earth with him.

Marcus let out an audible grunt over my head as he responded to the little movement of my body. I was beginning to melt into his embrace when he suddenly tightened his grip on me. ‘‘Good morning, baby...’’

I smiled. ‘‘Good morning...’’