Free My Masters' Nightmare Season 1, Episode 11 Consummation by Marita A. Hansen

going
to make the
most of my last hours with the man I loved.
    I walked around the bed and slipped under
the bed covers. He didn’t stir, just kept on reading, his frown
telling me he was totally wrapped up in the story. I stared at his
lovely face, committing it to memory, never wanting to forget about
him ever again.
    He turned his head to look at me.
“What?”
    “ Just drinking in your handsome
face.”
    He grinned. “It is very handsome,
isn’t it?”
    I laughed. “You are so
modest.”
    “ Indeed.” He looked back at his
book.
    I snatched it out of his hands.
    “ Eh!” He scowled at me. “Give it
back!”
    I hid it under my ass. “Nope,” I said,
grinning at him.
    He grabbed me around the waist and yanked
me to him, slipping the book out from under me. He then threw it
across the room and pushed me onto my front. “You’re going to pay
for distracting me,” he growled. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you
won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
    I tried to turn around,
pretending to fight him, but instead burst out laughing.
    He froze. “Why the hell are you laughing
at me?” he said, looking surprised.
    “ What you said was
corny.”
    “ No, it
wasn’t.”
    I snorted out another
laugh.
    “ Stop laughing at
me!”
    More laughter broke
free , his
annoyance cracking me up.
    He pl anted his arm across my shoulders,
holding me down hard. “Well, you won’t be laughing soon.” He
prodded my pussy with his cock, then thrust inside of me, making me
scream, Frano not having warmed me up. It hurt like fuck,
but fuck , it also felt great, exactly what I wanted.
    He started plowing into
me, replacing my laughter with groans. I pushed a hand
underneath my pussy, putting extra pressure on my clit as he
continued to fuck me. The phone started ringing. We both ignored
it, the need to come building up with each thrust of his cock and
prod of my fingers. He lay down on me, plastering my back with his
body, his face right next to mine. Slowing down his thrusts, he
sought my mouth. I turned my head to him, getting lost in his
kisses, time no longer a factor—Frano all consuming.
    He stopped kissing me and placed his hands
on the headboard. He started fucking me hard again, banging the
headboard against the wall, the bed creaking along with it. I
pushed my ass back at him, meeting each thrust with enthusiasm. It
set him off, his cock exploding inside of me. He groaned; the sound
a deep rumble in his chest.
    After several seconds, he
pulled out and spun me onto my back. He lowered himself down my body,
using his fingers to get me off. I cried out, my man always knowing
how to bring me to completion.
    The phone started
ringing again. He grumbled something, then snatched it off the
bedside cabinet, snapping, “ Pronto! ” into it, obviously annoyed we’d been
interrupted. He went rigid. “What?” He pushed a hand through his
hair, his expression upset. “I’ll call Pedro now.” He hung up and
started dialing.
    “ What’s wrong?” I asked, pushing
up onto my elbows, my mind still hazy from sex.
    “ Alessandro and Andriena didn’t
make it to the Santini compound. Bianca was found unconscious and
with her clothes ripped and dirtied.” He returned his attention to
the phone, yelling at Pedro through the line, “You promised
Alessandro and the women free passage!” He went quiet, a frown
creasing his brow. “Then why were they attacked?” He waited a few
seconds, listening to the reply. “ Mi dispiace ,” he apologized. “Of course it wouldn’t
have been you. I was just taken off guard; I should’ve thought of
the Donatelli scum. Again, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have accused you.
You are a man of your word.” He hung up and pushed out of
bed.
    “ What are you going to do?” I
asked.
    He grabbed his robe. “I’m going to use
Camila to get Alessandro back.”
    “ I don’t think it’ll
work.”
    He stopped doing up his belt.
“Why?”
    “ Because Christo must’ve known
his nieces were here