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

me, slamming into me with grunts and moans that sound like a heavenly chorus to me. I’m pleasing him. My body is getting Legend off.

He falls forward, kissing me hard as he continues ramming his cock in me. I wanted to ask him to be rough with me, afraid he would take it easy based on how delicately he treated me throughout dinner, but I didn’t have to worry. Legend knew exactly what I needed.

He rolls us over so I’m on top of him. I adjust quickly, pulling my knees up to ride him. I remember he said in an interview that this is his favorite position because he loves being able to see his partner’s cock while he fucks them. Legend reaches up, hooking his hand behind my neck and pulling me down to kiss him. My dick is trapped between us, my ass on fire as Legend fucking owns me. I can barely catch my breath, but this is beyond anything I could have hoped for.

Legend presses his forehead to mine. “You feel amazing.” His voice is shaky, and it sends a thrill through me that I’m doing this to him.

“I want your cum inside me,” I whisper, dragging my tongue up his neck. “I want to feel it dripping out of me for hours afterward.”

“Fuck, boy.”

“You’re the best, Daddy. You have the best cock ever.”

He growls, biting my neck before pushing me upright. Then he grabs my forearms and jackhammers his hips into me until I’m bouncing like a doll on top of him. Precum oozes out of me in amounts I’ve never seen before, and then it happens. He hits my prostate, and I see fucking stars. I cry out, but he does it again and again.

“Dadddy…” I whimper. “Ooh, Daddy. Fu-fuck.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “I need...pleaseeeee.” It’s a sob.

“Tell Daddy what you need.”

“To come. Please. Need.” I’m shaking now, desperate for relief.

“Are you waiting for permission from Daddy?”

I nod. “Please.”

“Please what, beautiful boy?”

I can barely speak or think at this point. His dick feels like it’s lodged in my stomach. He’s so fucking deep, unrelenting in his pursuit of pleasure.

“Ask Daddy. You can have whatever you want. Just ask.”

“Can I…can…please—”

“Breathe.”

Nodding, I swallow. “Can I come, Daddy?”

“Absolutely, my darling boy.”

I throw my head back as his words wash over me. I grab my cock, fisting it furiously. It takes mere seconds for me to come, shooting thick white ropes out onto Legend’s chest.

Legend’s brow furrows and he tenses beneath me, grunting and moaning as he releases inside me. Oh my god, he’s fucking gorgeous. He motions for me to fall forward, so I do, resting against his chest. He strokes my back, both of us sweaty and sticky, but this time we don’t have to hurry. No one will catch us. As Legend kisses the top of my head, I smile. I have officially died and gone to heaven.

Seven

Legend

A few minutes pass before I’m forced to let the boy go as my softening cock slips from his body. I gaze down at him, a blissed-out expression on his face.

“Let me get up and clean us up.”

“No, please. Can I do it?”

I cup Bentley’s chin. “You don’t know where anything is.”

“Please? I want to take care of you.”

My eyes soften. “What if I take care of us tonight, and then tomorrow, I’ll show you where things are so you can do it next time?”

His face lights up like nothing I’ve ever seen before. “You-you want me to stay?”

“I would love it if you’d like to.”

He squeezes his eyes closed.

“But you don’t have to,” I continue.

His eyes snap open. “No, I want to. I’m just...I thought you would send me home.”

“No, sweet boy.” Swallowing hard, I search his eyes. “You were perfect. Everything I needed.”

Bentley smiles. “You were amazing. You never know if what you see on the videos is real or fantastic editing.”

I laugh.

“But you’re real.” The tender awe of his statement acts as a stitch, closing one of the many tears in my heart.

“I’m real. Flaws and all.”

Bentley drags his fingers over my chest. “Legend…”

“Yes?”

“At the risk of being cheeky…” He pauses, biting his bottom lip but self-correcting quickly.

“What is it, boy?” He looks so nervous that I know it must be serious.

“You said you weren’t sure what you could offer someone. I heard you.”

I nod.

“I already told you, but I’ll say it again. I’ll take anything. If it’s just sex when you need it, that’s fine. I want to be with you in whatever capacity you’ll have me. I know I can be a perfect boy for you. I’ve been—”

He stops abruptly, looking terrified.

“Finish, Bentley.”

He frowns but nods. “I’ve been waiting for you. I never thought I’d meet you, but now that I have, I don’t want to let it go too soon. I don’t want you to be afraid to hang out with me. I don’t expect you to take me out or treat me like a boyfriend. I just want...I need to be your boy.”

My brow furrows. “Bentley, sweet, sweet boy.”

“Don’t send me away.”

“Relax.” What happened to this boy in the past? “I’m not sending you away. I feel very...lucky that you want me like you do. I think you’re beautiful and sweet and fun. You’d make a great boy for me.”

His face falls. “But you don’t want a boy?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth. I was only going to suggest that we take it day by day.”

“Day by day?”

“Yeah. Would you like that?”

“You still want to see me again?”

“I do. I also plan to be honest with you about where I’m at. I can offer you my body right now, but not much else.”

He brightens a little. “That’s okay, Daddy. I mean, Legend. I don’t mind.”

Something tugs inside of me, calling out to hold this boy, make him feel safe, desired and...loved.

“Have you been in love before, Bentley?”

He shakes his head as sadness fills his face. “No. I thought I was once when I was younger, but it