Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241: 241- Buried Inside Her

Feast on her body!

Marissa Sinclair!

Those magical words for her.

He again called by that name.

Rafael’s eyes rolled down her body until they halted at the throbbing flash between her thighs.

"You are soaking wet, sweetheart," Marissa could see the fiery desire flashing in his eyes, making her toes curl into the sheets.

His hands left her boobs, and one of the hands traveled down over her skin slowly. When he touched her sensitive spot, Marissa felt herself burning with thousands of trickling tingles.

She arched her back off the bed when his hands parted her thighs. She opened to him slowly like a newly bloomed flower. His eyes were feasting on her wet folds until he slid down to taste that part of her body.

Marissa had thought that she would not encourage him to use his mouth there, as he had already done that.

But the moment his tongue darted out to touch her and taste her, she almost jumped off the bed, moaning his name, "Rafael!"

Rafael chuckled against her, "Liking it, love?"

She wasn’t able to answer him. The touch was too tender. A part inside her, wanted him to continue the tease while the other part wanted his tongue to be replaced by something else.

"I’m tasting what’s mine," he murmured near her core, and she felt his words vibrating along her body.

"Oh, my God, Rafael!" she squealed as he kept licking her sensitive area, moving his tongue expertly as if he couldn’t get enough of her.

"Yes. Oh yes...." She moaned, pushing her bottom lip between her teeth to bite it.

Her stomach cramped with desire; the heat was enough to melt her under him. They were burning together and as always, he was busy making her happy.

Marissa couldn’t wait to feel him deep inside her.

She had been dreaming about this for so long and wasn’t the only one who fantasized about this. But then a gasp escaped her lips when she felt his tongue replaced by his finger.

"Relax, love. I need to get you ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you," Marissa tried to relax her muscles.

He was treating her as if she was a vir*gin.

The finger was moving at a dangerously fast speed and Marissa could feel the insides of her lower belly curling. That familiar sensation, which used to bring her joy whenever they got close.

The climax hit her making her shudder, trembling as she recalled his name over and over again.

He crawled up, kissing her stomach, and his lips made their way up. Kissing her hard on her lips, he used his thumb and forefinger to hold the mound of one of her brea*sts.

"I remember these. How can I forget them? Nobody can have such a beautiful, and gorgeous body as you," his mouth exerted some more pressure on her lips, and when he parted, they both were breathless, "They fit perfectly into my hands."

He moved down to suck the other mound. He was becoming addicted to them. He was becoming addicted to Marissa Sinclair.