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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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Chapter 42 SCHOOL ANNIVERSARY

FELICIA's P O V

The day of the school's anniversary had finally arrived, and I was hastily getting ready for the event in the hopes that Marcus would not find me in the act. It was only three o'clock in the afternoon, and he wouldn’t be home until five.

I arrived at Midwood University at exactly five o'clock wearing a long black holster dress that was backless all the way down to the waist. I wanted to draw attention to my exposed back, so I pulled my curly hair up into a bun. My eye makeup was dark and smokey. With the nude lipstick, my lips appeared lush and luscious.

After entering the building by myself in an empty elevator, I clicked the button for the third floor to get to the venue of the party. At the same moment when the doors were going to close, a hand reached out and prevented them from doing so.