Sonya was still squeezing Ray from the inside, on purpose, slow as hell, like she wanted to wring every last drop out of him till there was nothing left. Ray's head cracked against the wall again and a raw sound tore out of his throat.
"Son of a bitch... Sonya—"
"Don't say my name if all you're gonna do is complain," Sonya cut him off. Her breathing was already wrecked but her voice still had that challenge in it. Her hips slammed back again, hard and soaked, her ass smacking his stomach with a dirty plak. "You wanna come, then come. Just don't you dare say I tapped out first."
Ray didn't answer with words. The same hand that had just slapped her ass now locked onto her waist so tight his nails almost dug in. He started driving into her from behind with the same wild rhythm. He wasn't just taking it anymore. Now they were going at each other.
