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Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets

"M... Marissa! Are they my kids?" Rafael's eyes weren't moving away from the adorable kids' faces. "No, Rafael. They are not," Marissa said with a fake smile, "They aren't yours. Remember?" she batted her lashes quite dramatically, "We were never married!" Marissa Aaron’s elder sister Valerie Aaron jilted her blind boyfriend on her wedding day and ran off. For face-saving, Merissa's family pleaded to her to marry Raphael Sinclair. The irony? She was not allowed to tell her blind husband that she was not Valerie but Merissa Aaron. On the day of Raphael's successful eye surgery, Marissa got to know that Valerie was back to take her rightful place as Sinclaire’s daughter-in-law. Marissa tried explaining to her husband that she was the one married to him, but he did not believe her. Instead of any more convincing, heartbroken Merissa decided to leave the city without telling him, her secret. Raphael Sinclair was the classic definition of drop-dead gorgeous and was the only heir of the Sinclair group of industries. What would he do when he came to know that all this time the woman who offered him, her love and her body was not Valerie but her younger sister Marissa Aaron? How would he react when he came to know that he was the father of the babies Marissa was carrying in her womb? Would he go after Marissa and win her back? And the million-dollar question! Would Marissa ever be able to forgive him and love him again?

JessicaKaye911 · Urban
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370 Chs

195- Only You

When Marissa moaned his name and started wiggling against him, he knew what he had to do. His hand traveled slowly to the area that was asking for his attention. 

He gently touched it with his finger and then placed his hand there possessively. He had stopped kissing her and was now resting his cheek against hers.

"Can I touch it?" He asked in a hoarse whisper, "I … I need to play with it."

Play with it?

The words were enough to bring her a climax. Instead of saying anything she just nodded her head. Rafael's eyes were closed when his hand started moving on that sweet spot.

Though he was doing it above her panties, but Marissa was clawing his skin trying to stop her moan.

Why is he doing it above the material? She asked herself but then gasped when he started moving his finger on the most sensitive spot of her pu*ssy.

Her head arched back in ecstasy. 

Five years.