Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 196

Chapter 196: 196- Competition With A Vib*rator

“Rafael!”

Hearing his name from her mouth made him groan against her core and the vibration sent jolts of electricity through her.

“Shit! Yes!” she screamed again, forgetting, they weren’t in the confines of their room.

He continued to suck her dry and it made her cum then and there. She was riding the waves of pleasure.

She fell on her back taking a few breaths and felt him standing up.

“Ever since I saw you coming back in that office to take your file… I wanted to do it then and there,” she heard him saying, “Finally got the chance tonight. Thanks for your consent.”

Marissa was too weak to speak anything. Lying there, panting wildly, she could see his lips gleaming with her juices.

“Y-You taste so good down there,” he said kissing both her thighs softly. She closed her eyes with a soft smile lingering on her lips.

The smile deepened when she felt him helping the underwear up her legs.

“Lift your hips, a little,” She obeyed when heard his whisper.

This was the best orgasm of her life. It was so much better than the damn vibrator.

He laid beside her on the table, almost in a fetal position as the table was too small in size, and pulled her tightly into his embrace.

Her hand reached over to touch his hard cock above the garment and then decided to make him happy too.

Her hand crawled inside his trunks to touch him when he was quick to hold her wrist.

“Darling! No!”

The word darling got to her, “Let me do it too, Rafael. Just like…”

“No…” he kissed her hand and placed it on his chest above his heart, “I already said. Tonight is supposed to be all about you. Not me.”

He raised his hand and started stroking her cheek gently, “Can I ask you something?” she tilted back her head to have a better look at his face. He sounded hesitant.

“Yeah. Shoot!”

“After you left me… you… I mean did you ever… like I know… it’s … it’s a bit indecent to ask this but did you ever…” he trailed off and it dawned on her, what he wanted to ask.

“How many men, I had when I left you?” she asked him with a smile, and he shook his head.

“You don’t need to answer that. I’m sorry for crossing the line,” it made her heart swell with happiness. He was posing to be strong and happy.

But inside he must be feeling guilty for leaving her like this. To send her away when she was pregnant with his kids.

“There was no one,” she said softly.

“Sorry? What?” he eyed her with a frown.

“Even since I left you, no other man could make it to my bed,”

And no other man could make it to my heart. She told him silently.

She could sense remorse spreading on his face, but she was quick to touch his cheek, “Let’s forget about the past, Rafael. We can’t keep living in it. For our kids, we need to focus on our present and our future.” She grinned, “It’s still in our hands.”

Feeling restless, Rafael got up and sat on the table, “You went through so much. Just because of me. I don’t know how to let it go. I wish… I could … I could travel back in time and make everything right.”

She saw his naked broad back and chuckled, “You are already making so much effort for us. That’s what I need, Rafael.” She also got up and leaned her cheek against his back.

No matter how many times she reminded herself that it was a casual intimate moment and held no value but there was something that changed deeply in her heart.

She couldn’t put her finger on it, but it was not the same. With a smile, she kissed his back and rested her cheek again.

Her one hand started brushing his shoulder, “Stop being upset, Mr. President. I know you were uncomfortable on this little table.”

“What?” he turned his head to look at her and found a mischievous grin there. Yet, he didn’t smile back.

Instead, he placed his arm on her and forced her body a little to lie back on the table.

“Rafael!” she tried to protest but he lay beside her again.

“No matter how small the place is and how uncomfortable it is. I can spend a lifetime here if you are accompanying me.”

Marissa’s heart missed a beat.

Was he saying… was he saying that he could spend his life with her? He was ready to do it willingly?

She raised her finger and started tracing random patterns on his chest.

He looked down whispering to her, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” she shrugged, “just an excuse to touch you. As you didn’t let me … touch … you… down there.”

She was trying to be bold but by the end of it, the shyness won. Her red face was a treat to his eyes.

“Soon,” he said with a teasing grin, “I just wanted to make this night about you. Not me.”

Marissa had heard from her friends and workers that most of the men were not givers but takers.

What kind of man was he? Always a giver.

Ever since he had returned to her world, he was after nothing but her happiness. Those wicked women were back in her life and still couldn’t do anything against her because he was standing tall, right behind her.

Not letting anyone touch her with their vileness…

When he found her staring at him, he held her hand and took it down where the swell was still evident in his trunks.

“Like it?” he asked with a playful laugh and Marissa slapped his arm.

“Shut up!”

“Now tell me. How many times, have you used … umm… this vibrator… I mean… in a single … sitting…” he finished awkwardly.

“Huh?” she couldn’t believe he was asking her that.

“Yeah. Please tell me. How many times, you usually use that vibrator?”

She made a pout and clicked her tongue, “Three. Sometimes four.”

Hearing that made him bolt up on the table. Marissa was taken aback by his abruptness. Her heart squeezed in the cradle of her chest.

Did I do something wrong? Is he leaving me?

“Come on. On your feet!” holding her hand he pulled her up.

“But why?” a nervous laughter escaped her lips.

“You use the vibrator thrice or four times. We have just done it twice.”

“So?” Marissa was struggling to accept that he was discussing her vibrator so casually.

“So, I need to do it more,” he brought his face closer to hers, “And the next round will be done in that pool, sweetheart.”

His lips curled up in a se*xy smile, “Don’t you know? My competition is with a vibrator, darling,” he said with a wink.