Legendary Daddy, Mia Monroe [romantic books to read .txt] 📗

“Need. I’m thankful our paths crossed.”

My whole heart expands in my chest. “Me too.”

Legend stands and my eyes follow him as he towers over me. He’s so big and strong. I want to crawl in his lap, wrap around him, and live there.

“Arms up,” he says.

Nodding, I do as he says. He pulls my sweater off and a shiver runs through me.

“Are you cold, boy?”

“No, Daddy. Excited.”

“Good.” He sits again but moves to my jeans. He unbuttons them, and an excited thrill grips me. The anticipation of him seeing what I’m wearing has kept my dick semi-hard all night.

Legend unzips my jeans and his breath hitches. “Oh, beautiful boy. What are you wearing?”

“Just for you. I’ve never worn them before.”

He tugs my jeans down, his eyes taking me in then shifting to my face. “Fuck. You’re stunning.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

Legend pulls me onto his lap, then carefully removes my shoes, socks, and jeans until I’m left only in the black lace jockstrap I chose. It’s part of a collection I just had to have. I had the hardest time picking a color but ultimately decided on the black because of how it contrasts with my skin. He runs his hand over the lace, his breath warming my face.

“I swear, I could just look at you for hours.”

I cup his face. “You can.”

Legend brushes his lips on mine, making me chase him as he moves away. “Patience, sweet boy. I’ll get back to that mouth of yours soon. Twist around and lie on my thighs. I won’t let you fall.”

“I know, Daddy. I trust you.”

A smile pulls at Legend’s lips as I shift around so my back is on his thighs, my legs splayed on either side of his. His hands roam my body—tweaking my nipples, caressing my tummy. His eyelids are heavy with lust as his lips part.

“So pretty,” he whispers.

I could drown in the ocean of desire I’m floating in right now. I’ve always wondered if my kind of pretty would appeal to Legend. I’m not glossy Instagram-pretty like Arian is. I don’t contour my face or wear heavy makeup. I do like a bit of mascara and gloss, sometimes even eyeliner, and it’s fun playing with gender expression through clothing, but I thought he might think I was too plain. Instead he’s looking at me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

“Lift your legs for me? Show Daddy your pretty hole.”

“Oh fuck.”

“No?”

“Yes. Always yes. Anything you ask.”

He cups my chin. “Listen to me closely. I do not want you to do things just because I want them. It will make me very upset if you compromise yourself to please me. I can only be happy if you are, do you understand me?”

Gazing into his eyes, my heart hammers against my chest. “Do you mean that?”

“One thousand percent. Do you promise me?”

I nod.

“Bentley.” His voice is deep and authoritative, and I am fucking goo. “Use your words.”

“Sorry, Daddy. Yes. I promise. I just...no one…” I shake my head.

“What is it, sweet boy?”

“No one has ever cared about what I want. God, I sound so pathetic.”

“No. Don’t say things like that. We all make...mistakes. God knows I did. I let a boy ruin my career, but that doesn’t make me pathetic. It makes me human.”

I nod, feeling a little emotional. “I understand.”

“Do you want to keep going, or do you need cuddles?”

Fuck. He’s even sweeter than I imagined. “Cuddles later. I want to show you my body.”

I’m rewarded with a smile. When Legend lets it out, it’s like the night sky lit up. His beard, all salt-and-pepper deliciousness, is thick and a little scratchy, shorter than it used to be, but I love it. His eyes are mesmerizing. A beautiful shade of hazel that pops from the dark hair and olive skin surrounding them. He looks every year of the forty he’s lived, but in a good way—like the ride has been amazing. He’s such a strong, gorgeous Daddy. But up close, I can admire the details. The small beauty mark next to his left eye, the strong angle of his nose, the slight heart-shaped dip in his upper lip peeking out from under his facial hair, the younger man he used to be still evident in his smile.

“You’re pretty too, Daddy.”

He chuckles, and the warmth it causes in me is like a hug. I want to get that noise out of him as often as possible. Legend moves back slightly, and I lift my knees to my chest, exposing every part of me. I don’t feel self-conscious at all. I feel sexy and brave and incredibly desirable.

“Fuck,” Legend whispers. “My god, you are stunning. You look so...delicious. Can Daddy touch you?”

“Please.”

His finger traces the inside of my thigh then the crease of my leg. He makes noises of appreciation that are unfamiliar but welcome. I knew he would know how to treat me. I just knew it. He touches my taint, then very lightly my balls through the lace. I can’t see him, but I can feel every movement, every breath, every brush of his fingers. He spreads my cheeks apart and I gasp.

“Is this okay?” he checks.

“Yes, Daddy. I feel amazing.”

“You should see how you look. I’ve never seen such perfection. It’s like I unwrapped you from a package just for me.” He presses his face there, inhaling deeply, before dragging his tongue across my hole. I shudder and moan.

“Daddy.”

“What do you want, boy?” His thumb presses into me, making me wiggle. “Do you want Daddy to take you to bed?”

“More.”

“More what?”

“Kisses. Down there.”

“Mm.” Legend licks me again. “Kisses here?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I gasp.

“Oh, sweet boy, you are delicious. I think I could do this for hours, just eating your gorgeous ass.”

“Yessss.”

“Would you like that?”

Before I can answer, he buries his face between my legs, licking and sucking at my hole, and I am so happy I went for the super extra-long date prep tonight. Squeaky clean is