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Matchweek Fifteen: Liverpool vs. West Brom

[ Fine Day by Euphonic ft Zandra ]

Chapter Fifteen

   T R E N T

I WAKE UP EARLIER than Samara and take a few minutes to admire her naked body wrapped up in my sheets. There is nothing more beautiful than that, other than her face. Her hair is sprawled across my pillows and she snores softly, for once. I don't want to leave her alone today but I have a game tonight and I don't think Gareth Southgate will appreciate it if I don't show — even though I'm on the bench.

I reluctantly wake up and walk my naked self to the shower to get ready. After showering and changing, I make my way back to the room and find Samara sitting up with her face scrunched, and holding the duvet over her body. Her eyes fall on me and I see the panic in them, which automatically makes me panic.

"Trent." She whines. "I can't feel my face. Please tell me my cheek didn't fall off."

I walk over to her and tilt her chin gently, inspecting her face.

I smirk. "Shit! It did."

She gasps. "Really?"

"No. Your face is fine and beautiful, like always." I tell her, pecking her nose and forehead.

"Thank you for taking care of me yesterday." She says softly.

"You don't have to thank me. And anyways, you did show me how grateful you are last night."

She blushes, ducking her head under the duvet. I chuckle, pulling the blanket away from her and I also get a good view of her tits. I groan and she freezes. I know that I can't have sex with her because I have to get going, but I'm sure that a make out session won't hurt.

I brush her hair out of her face, cupping her non-injured cheek in my hand. I slowly lower my lips onto hers in a gentle way to make sure not hurt her lips. She didn't protest, instead wraps her arms around my neck. Her naked chest presses against my tshirt clad chest, driving me insane. My hands travelled down her side, pushing the duvet to a pool at her waist.

She sighs as my lips detach from her lips and make their way down to her neck. I pepper kisses on the hickies I left last night, massaging her butt cheeks with my palms. I know that I need to get ready for the game tonight, but I don't know if I can leave her when she's like this; naked and wet in my bed.

I can't help how my lips naturally gravitate down her body, peppering kisses all over her tummy. The thought of how I came inside last night sends a new wave of excitement through me. I know that I shouldn't be happy for something like this because a baby born out of wedlock isn't necessary a good thing, but the thought that she would be carrying my child makes me happy.

I press a lingering kiss to her swollen clit. Her breath staggers and her hands automatically fly to my hair, guiding my mouth on her. I don't hold back and relentless chow down on her pussy, licking and nibbling on her clit. My middle finger teases her soaked hole, pushing in ever so gently and filling her up. I don't understand how she can be so tight yet we just had sex last night. It's like she's a virgin all over again.

She squirms and moans until she cums all over my finger and face. Then the most unexpected thing happens, she let's out a small giggle followed by an adorable snort. She props herself up on her elbows and looks at me with her blushing cheeks.

"Sorry." She apologises, looking down at me through her lashes.

"Don't apologize. That was hot."

I press a kiss to her nose before I walk into the closet, returning a few moments later with one of my England shirts. I throw it at her and she catches it, looking at it funnily. She quirks a brow at me, questioningly.