Sonya didn't stop. Her tongue kept moving slow and deliberate, gathering the spit that dripped down Ray's shaft while her eyes locked up at him, sharp as hell. Her fingers tightened around the base of his cock, just enough pressure to drag a low groan out of him.
"Don't just stand there and enjoy it," she muttered, voice rough but full of challenge. "You said 'prove it.' So prove you can actually take it."
Ray let out a short laugh, breathing still fucked up. The hand that had been in her hair slid down, fingers gripping her jaw soft but firm. "Oh, I can take it," he said low, almost a whisper. "But you think I'm just gonna stand here while you play around down there?"
He didn't wait for an answer. He rolled his hips forward, pushing the head of his cock against her lips again. Sonya didn't pull back. Instead she opened a little, let her tongue swipe over the already wet tip, then bit gently along the side of the shaft—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make Ray groan deeper.
