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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 22 BEST SEEKER

FELICIA's P O V

‘‘Mommy, come on let’s play!’’ Once we were inside the bedroom, Kenny grabbed hold of my hand and began to pull me down to sit on the carpeted floor. Even though it was already past five o’clock in the afternoon, he insisted on playing, which made me a little aggravated; yet, I knew that I shouldn't feel this way about my son.

‘‘All right, come on...’’ I slouched to the floor in an Indian sitting position and patted the area beside me. ‘‘Would you like to play with your car for a while?’’

As he sat next to me and imitated the way I sat, I couldn't help but giggle at how adorable he was. But he shook his head, indicating that he didn’t want to play with the toy car.

‘‘Why don't we do it with Spider-Man, your friendly neighborhood?!!’’ I exclaimed with a smile on my face while taking his Spider-Man toy from its box and waving it in front of him, but he continued to shake his head.