Page 11 of For Toron's Pride (Toron's Pride 1)

“You’re a liar.” She chewed on her bottom lip.

He reached in front of her and tugged at the neckline of her blouse. The buttons strained to hold. “You’re wet. You should take this off.”

Without much thought, she began unbuttoning her blouse.

“This isn’t a good idea.”

“So you’re saying leave?”

“Shut up.” She turned and threw herself into his arms.

Their mouths connected, and fireworks exploded. Sienna had always believed novels reserved that kind of, but she experienced it first hand, and it swept her away. Toron cupped the back of her head and dragged her closer with a heavy arm around her waist. No one would disturb them at this late hour. Was she really going to go through with this?

Toron picked up her up and placed her on the bed. He followed her down, his knee weighting the mattress.

Sienna’s hands caught between them, and she luxuriated in the feel of his taut muscles. He paused over her and narrowed his gaze on her lips. “Take off my shirt.”

Sienna pinched each button open, and when the skin halfway down to his navel lay exposed, she pushed the two sides apart and drank in the sight. Unable to resist, she ran her hands over his chest and grazed his nipples. When Toron moaned, she pinched them, remembering how he had sucked hers. Just thinking of it tightened her buds.

Toron allowed only a couple swipes of her tongue over his hot skin before he pushed her gently back and relieved her of her blouse and bra. He paused to examine her from the waist up, and Sienna had never seen such an appreciative look in a man’s eyes.

He ran a finger over her shoulder and down across her breast. Rather than tweak her nipple, he rested the digit there as if afraid to mar her in some way. “Your skin is so soft and smooth. It’s like melted milk chocolate.”

She squirmed under his examination and cursed herself for blushing. He was only a man after all , and she wasn’t a virgin. She didn’t have to glow beneath his compliment. Yet she did anyway.

“I’m just like any other black girl.” Her breath came out raspy, and she hoped he didn’t notice.

He shook his head. “Not like any other.”

Sienna almost said “you say that to all the women,” but she didn’t want to ruin this, their one and only time of having sex. If she went through with it, she wanted the experience to be spectacular, and she so was going through with it.

She pushed his shirt off of defined shoulders and down strong arms, impressed beyond belief. Her breath caught in her throat when he helped her and his biceps flexed bigger.

Damn, this man is…

Toron seemed to lose patience when he unbuttoned her slacks and pushed them over her hips along with her panties. She lay exposed, and he made it more pronounced by dragging her legs wider so he could see between them. An instant of panic rolled over her when she thought of the darker tone of her pussy to the rest of her body. He might have only been with white girls. Would he be grossed out seeing down there?

“Tell me now if you have a problem,” he said, his tone deadpan.

She froze. “Problem?”

He hadn’t raised his gaze from her pussy. “I’m going to lick every inch of your body— every inch, Sienna—so you better speak up if you have a problem with that.”

Goodness, the man tried to make her pass out. She inhaled and released, deciding to get a bit of her own back.

“Let’s see what you have for me.”

Toron grinned. There couldn’t be a man prouder of his goods, she thought when he stripped off his jeans. Sienna caught her bottom lip between her teeth and widened her eyes. No man had reason to be like him. Boy oh boy, if she lived in Sutland, she could get hooked on that equipment.

“Does it meet with your approval?”

She waved a hand in the air. “It’ll do.”

He pressed her into the mattress, a wrist captured in each palm. “It will more than do, beautiful woman— much more.”

He began with her fingers, and took each of them into his mouth for a brief suck and then moved on to her lips.

Sienna lost herself in his kiss, the way he seemed bent on consuming her, making her head spin, his tongue filling her mouth. He skimmed the tip of his tongue over her neck to the valley between her breasts, and then he took each nipple in turn between his lips. She arched when he gave her breasts a rough squeeze and suck then nipped at her tight peaks. She cried out his name in a pant, but Toron didn’t quit.

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