Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 202

Chapter 202: 202- Oh, Don’t Stop!

“Why your parents were never there?” he asked her gently, the question that had been bugging him for quite some time, “They knew everything. Yet they favored Valerie.”

They were now enjoying some chicken popcorn with the hotel’s special sauce. French fries as a sideline were also served to them.

When he saw her deep in thought, he held her arm, giving it a subtle shake, “It’s ok. You don’t need to answer that if you aren’t comfortable.”

The hotel had provided them with some cozy blankets. Rafael found them more intimate instead of using the recliners. One blanket was spread under them, and the other was covering them. They were leaning back against huge roll pillows. The food tray was placed on the blanket.

Before taking a bite himself, he made sure to feed her first with his hands. Otherwise, she was so engrossed in talking that she barely noticed the food.

“I don’t know, Rafael,” she raised one shoulder as if her mind wasn’t able to grasp it.

“She had been the golden child of our family. Since childhood, everyone seemed to praise her. No matter how good my grades were, how hardworking I was, my parents never paid the due appreciation,” She opened her mouth when he brought a fry near it, “I never liked bitching about her on her back, but I never expected my family to gang up against me.”

“I know the feeling,” he curved down his lips, “The people who were supposed to protect you, didn’t care about the consequences you might face.”

She nodded in agreement, “I know. I was equally surprised. I don’t think I will ever be able to forget that hospital room when I had no one. No witnesses. No proofs. I was scared.”

Rafael felt the same guilt in his heart. He was the one who became the monster and let her go.

“Are you ready to tell me what happened, Marissa? Why did you exactly leave?” his questions made her uncomfortable.

“What I have seen up till now… I mean it’s been time and I’ve been observing you. You aren’t someone who goes down this easily. You know how to fight your battles. What was the real reason for your escape?”

She stayed silent, unsure of what to do or say.

No, Rafael. There is still time. I’ll tell you about your mom when you are rationally ready for it. No matter how close you are getting to me. But once I tell you about your mom, you’ll never trust me. Why?

Because she always told me how she was obsessed with her future grandkids who should look beautiful in a certain way just like their mom. She always pictured a beautiful wife for you and wanted beautiful kids. Once you tell her that she is already a granny, she won’t take time to kill them.

As a son, you will want your kids to spend time with Nina and she will definitely take advantage.

“Why do you look so sad… and so upset?” he moved his hands in the air to express himself better, “Whenever I talk about giving our kids their due identity, there is a certain fear on your face.”

Marissa rolled her lips in between her teeth. She didn’t want to cry. Yes, she used to get scared of it. For how long she would keep asking him to hide it from his mom?

What if she would tell him right away, “Hey Rafael. Tell your mom about our kids and see how she will kill them.”

No son would ever be able to bear the pain of his mom’s betrayal.

He was still fighting the fact, of what his own mom did to him and got him married to Marissa without his consent.

Marissa wasn’t a fool. She knew why he was avoiding, meeting Nina. Because he was aware that whenever they met, there wouldn’t be pleasantries but confrontations.

“Wipe this look off your face, Marissa,” he tossed the tray aside and again brought her body closer to him.

God! He was getting addicted to this certain taste of strawberries.

She mistook the gesture and crashed his mouth with her lips. Rafael couldn’t contain the moan. She had attacked him like a wild cat, and he didn’t have a choice except to open his mouth and welcome her there.

“What… are you doing to me?” he managed between those magical kisses, but Marissa just smiled against his lips. She never knew that she had that much power to make a man crazy.

Every time his manhood poked her, she used to feel this odd satisfaction.

Rafael Sinclair wanted her.

She was flattered.

In her excitement, she bit his lower lip and heard his guttural sounds. He easily laid back allowing her to move on top.

Instead of continuing the kiss, she opened his robe, “Can I touch you?” she asked him innocently and Rafael wished he could tell her, how her inexperience was making her more desirable.

“Yes, please go ahead,” he was expecting her to touch him using her hands but was taken aback when she started showering butterfly kisses on his chest.

“Fu*ck, Marissa! What are you doing?” he said between his clenched teeth, but she just grinned and continued doing her job.

She slowly moved to his belly button and teased it with her tongue when he almost jumped, “Marissa!”

“What?” she muttered, her face still close to his smooth skin, “Can’t I make you happy?”

It was when Marissa reached down and touched her co*ck above the garment, that he was quick to get up, “Marissa. Strawberry! No!” he warned her breathlessly.

“Why?” he saw disappointment crossing her face, “Why can’t you let me make you happy?”

“M-Marissa…” he didn’t know how to make her understand.

“Don’t you like my lips? My touch?” Stunned at her odd questions, he looked down at her face that was just above the tent in her trunks.

“I … I do… w-why?”

“Then don’t disturb me anymore,” she said a little sternly and his shy girl got hold of the elastic band of his trunks and moved it down slowly.

He had to bite back his smile when he saw her eyeing his organ with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

However, he couldn’t hold his scream when out of nowhere she took out her tongue and licked it without warning.

Rafael felt electricity coursing through his veins. His body was on fire.

“Oh, Marissa! Don’t stop!”