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Matchweek Twenty-Eight: Liverpool vs. Fulham [bonus]

Bonus Chapter

T R E N T

SAMARA IS SIXTEEN weeks along – in her second trimester. She has definitely been eating much more, but it's hard to make out because she used to always eat a lot. She's been so moody; even going as far as ignoring me for three whole days. She's been upset because I haven't had sex with her since she told me that she's pregnant. I'm just a little scared because I don't want to hurt her or the baby. And for some reason, being pregnant has made Samara even more hornier than usual.

She trods into the kitchen, rubbing her little baby bump. She knew what she was doing when she put on her cream coloured lingerie, only covering herself up with a thin silk gown. She looks exceptionally gorgeous being pregnant and all – her skin is practically glowing. She stops by the kitchen counter, doing a small stretch accompanied by a yawn.

She looks at me expectantly through her thick lashes, raising a perfectly sculpted brow. I sigh, walking around the counter, placing a kiss on her nose. It's like walking on eggshells around her. She's always been the boss, but now its obvious that she calls the shots. She loops her arms around my neck, pulling me down closer to her, pecking my lips softy.

"Do you still find me attractive?" She blurts out and my eyes widen.

"Why are you asking me this?"

She pouts. "Trent, we haven't had sex in forever. You should just tell me if you have someone on the side. I promise I won't get angry."

"I don't have anyone on the side. I could never when I have everything I need right here." I tell her placing my hand on her tummy.

"But you haven't even looked at me. Even now, I wear all this for you and yet we are both still standing here with our clothes on."

"Gorgeous, it's not that I don't find you attractive, because trust me I do. It's just that I don't want to hurt you or our baby."

My arms circle her waist, caressing her skin through the silk material. She leans into my touch, placing feather kisses on my bare shoulder and chest. I hum, pulling her even closer to me, being careful of her protruding tummy.

"I promise you won't hurt me. Please, just have your way with me. Be rough, spank me, gag me, tie me up or even blindfold me, but please stop being vanilla with me. I want to go back to all the rough sex we used to have before I was pregnant." She pleads, trailing a hand down my chest, grabbing my hard member through my pants.

"As you wish." I tell her, picking her up in my arms.

At this moment, I'm so grateful that Andrea is with my parents.

I place her on the kitchen counter, untying her silk robe. It falls to her sides, pooling around her waist. I inhale sharply, staring at her hard nipples through the thin material of her bra. She places her hand on the back of my neck, pulling my lips down onto her hungry ones. Her legs weave around my waist and her ankles lock behind my back. My hands subconsciously trail up her thighs, like they are programmed to do that, stopping at the hem of her panty.

She deepens the kiss, gently sinking her teeth down in my bottom lip. I moan as she grinds herself on my hard dick. Her nails dig into my shoulders, my lips pull from her and she stares back at me with dilated eyes. I untangle myself from her, going to the fridge and pulling open the door. I take out the tray of ice cubes and place them on the counter. She inhales sharply but clenches her thighs together.

"Tell me if I've gone too far." I tell her and she nods with her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

I slide the straps of her bra down her shoulders and my lips immediately attack her soft flesh. She lets out a satisfied sigh, throwing her head back. I unclasp her bra, slowly sliding it off, all while maintaining eye contact. Her nipples perk as soon as the cold hair hits them, making me lick my lips. Next to go is her panties.