Not Without A Fight

Alberto leans over her at the table. They both know he’s going to marry the other girl tomorrow, but tonight he’s still here and Lady Dee wants that to count. She reaches across the linen, pulls him by the wrist, and takes his fingers into her mouth. No begging. Just her tongue working slow circles until his eyes change. She follows him up the stairs with her jeans already unzipped. In the room he peels them off, drops them on the floor, and leaves her standing in a black lace thong and the butt plug she slipped in earlier. He sees the glint of metal between her cheeks and smiles, knowing he’s about to leave that mark with his own hand. They take their time undressing him. Lady Dee gets to her knees first, takes his cock past her lips, and keeps a steady rhythm until saliva runs down her chin. When she finally lets go, she turns around on all fours. Alberto spreads her open, works the plug out inch by inch, and sets it on the nightstand. Her hole stays open for a second, then tightens again. He pushes two fingers straight into her ass. She rocks back, taking them deeper, then reaches behind and guides his wrist to show him the pace she wants. When her breath shortens he pulls out, lines up, and sinks his cock where his fingers just were. One long thrust, then he stays buried and waits for her to push back. She doesn’t speak. She just keeps moving, taking him to the root, proving she still owns this part of him even if the ring tomorrow is for someone else.