bewitchedbaker

‘Whatever you need, I got you. This is your element so I trust you.’

Chris Luna was…odd.

He towered over most. He had a frame that many would beg for. Arms that could lift any and everything in his path( as she discovered many times). A voice that could command a room. If anything the lad could rival any of the men in her pride.

Yet, he was the complete opposite.

His ears perked up whenever she needed help. No matter how important it was, his body was always turned towards her, giving her undivided attenuation. Them those eyes. Those big stupid adorable eyes that always gazed at her like she was the most imprtsnt person in the room. This hunk of a man was the sweetest person Caillens ever met….

And every second pissed her off.

What the fuck was his problem? He should be aan asshole. The men in her pride were like that, the beings she been with have been meatheads with their own head up their arese. But him? Sweet as those apple pies he baked.

“Don’t get anything confused tenderfoot, I could easily kill you and move on about my day.”

A threat she vowed to follow up on at the slightest slip up on his part.

“I know.”

There he goes with those big cute stupid eyes looked at her with….admiration. She told herself would either bed him and leave, or kill him and keep it moving. That was a year ago. Even now was her hands up those squishable cheeks, she debates clawing his face.

She settled for kissing him.

Ugh, even the way he easily melts into her is so weird!!! Fuck him and those sexy ass hands that hold her ever so delicately. Anyone else would be tugging and fighting for control but he holds her like a lover. A hand caressing her back while the other appreciates those fiery red curls.

His passion for her grows as he finds himself getting lost in her kisses. Lavander hues stare half lidded at her for a moment before their weight shifts with him ontop of her. Gods, she was gorgeous. Violet hues that always complimented those fiery curls.

His lips meet her neck, hands caressing the figure the gods blessed her with. Their hips meeting in tandem with a soft heated grind. This was…nice compared to their more hungry and feral encounters. He wasn’t angry with her and there wasn’t an argument to be found.

Just passion.

The lioness was so lost in his trail of kisses, she barely noticed that she was slipping off her leggings. A thought crossed her mind. How giving was he really? All men had some hang up about the idea that crossed her mind.

Those same hands playfully caress those curls that blessed his head. Slowly but surely pushes his pretty little head down, humming a bit every time he stops to kiss every inch of her. Who know the baker had such a ravenous appetite for breasts? She couldn’t blame him. He was lucky to have seen them in so many different ways.

“Get down there moonstone,” she whispers. “I don’t let just anyone taste me before I taste them. Got that?”

That’ll get him to falter.

“Mmhmm, anything for mi…”

Oh God…he’s gonna say it.

“Mi Reina…”

Damn it. Why the fuck did he have to be so cute and eager?! She’s had to damn near argue to get her past lovers to go down on her and here he was eager as hell to even get a small taste of her.

While the lioness was distracted in a cloud of her own confusion and lust, the baker was lost in admiring his meal. As if it were the first time seeing her like this, his tongue meets his lips in anticipation. Even with her hand damn near grilling his curls, he finds time to kiss her thigh.

One kiss turned into two. Two evolved into another series of kisses. His own hands giving them a squeeze. While his tongue was the jazz on her left thigh, his hands were becoming the funk in her right. As much as he wants to dive right into her welcoming wetnes, he instead gives her a few more smooches just make her squirm.

He wanted to savor this moment.

Then he felt a tug of his hair, a silent call to do his job.

But even the strongest man couldn’t resist the beauty that was Caillen. With all his magic, even Chris had to surrender to her taste. An audible hum leaves him as his tongue meets her folds. The Queen of the Pride relaxes, sighing in pleasure.

Was it magic? Or his hushed years of experience? He was way too innocent looking to be that good with his tongue. Who knew such a shy boy would be so eager to have his tongue dance around her arousal.

Her lips grace his taste buds, luscious thighs find comfort in those large hands. His own eyes closed as he gets lost in intoxicating taste that was the Queen of the Pride. Each lick followed by a kiss, every kiss gets a hum of pleasure. Every one hungrier than the last.

‘Gods…he acts like I never let him taste me…’

His face feels at home devouring her pussy, so much that firm grip loosening . Instead of pulling him towards her, those clawed hands soon resting on those curls. For a moment, half lidded hues open to watch the show he was putting on. So cute. So obedient. Maybe she could relax with him…

But then stars meet her eyes as his lips meet the delectable pearl of hers. She gets a nice little reminder of that strength as he pulls her close as if the thought her her taste leaving him haunted him. His hands soon meet Ming her breast as he lapped and sucker at her drooling arousal with abandon. Gasps and curses filled the room, that warm feeling slowly beginning to build more and more. His name from her tongue just further motivation until finally she can no longer hold back.

“CHRIS!” She finally moans, thighs keeping him right where he belongs as she rode out her orgasm.

For a moment, her eyes meet his and just the sight of her tenderfoots gaze only made her orgasm hit her that much harder. His grip on her soft but firm, making sure he keeps her where he likes. Those thighs becoming makeshift ear muffs.

A few moments pass before her grip on him softens, thankful he was able to hold his breath for such a long time. Her hand wipes away any sweat formed in her brow as the other caresses that adorable cheek of his.

What do you even say after that? She could call him cute. He’ll, for a moment she considers offering him bliss he just gave her but thy both knew he would say it’s fine. Her head is already Ina post organs haze she could only think of one thing.

“I can kill you, you know…” she mutters, before pulling his face close to hers.

He nods.

“I know.”

No fear. No hesitation. Just an honest acknowledgement. Gods, him and those stupid adorable eyes. Her hands cup his face and for once she can’t see herself taking life from those warm hues. Instead of thoughts of tearing his head off, she instead settles for her lips against his.

“One day…but not today. Only cause you got some magic in that tongue…and you tired me out. I think you can be nice enough to hold me.”

A small smile reaches his face, a nod soon following. He leans up, giving her a rather tasteful glance at the frame she loved so much. She noticed a lack of the scars and scratches that let any and everyone know she was hers. The Queen of the Pride would make sure to fix that later.

For now, her throne that was those massive arms welcomes her to her place. That short curvy frame slots into his like a puzzle, though she will happily press her ass into him. Even with that tongue tiring her out, she gives few wiggles.

There’s that all too welcome poke against her ass.

“Consider that a thanks and sneak preview, moonstone,” she chuckles, one hand lazily stroking that beard of his. “I plan on paying you back and reminding you who you belong too.

A familar dusting of his cheeks and bashful chuckle as he nods.

“I got you, mi amor. I’ll just rest up with ya so I’ll be ready...I trust you.”

A chuckle and kiss to his knuckles. See? She could be nice. Only he would get this. Not anyone else. Chris Luna might have been a strange man but he was her strange man.