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

up. It was perfect, and now you probably think I’m weird, and I just, fuck, I’m sorry, Legend. I’ll leave you alone now. I don’t know what—”

“Bentley, calm down.”

He stops mid-sentence, gazing at me with big eyes. “Fuck. You used your Daddy-voice. I’m dead. Literally non-living.”

Holding back a chuckle, I do my best to stay in charge. The boy clearly needs it. “I didn’t say I didn’t want that from you.”

He swallows hard.

“You want to blow me?”

He nods, a tiny whimper leaving his lips.

“Why?”

“Why? Because you’re you. Because I’ve fantasized about you for years. Because your dick is life. Because...who doesn’t?”

“You’re kind to me, Bentley. I would love to play with you, but...I wouldn’t feel right.”

His face falls. “Why not?”

“How old are you?”

Bentley puffs his chest slightly. “Twenty-six.”

I’m surprised. He looks much younger.

“Is this an age thing?”

I shake my head. “We just met.”

“So?” Bentley pouts. “Guys you’ve never met before blow you on camera.”

“That’s different. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

Now his face hardens. “That is dumb shit that Arian planted in your head. How can you take advantage of someone offering you something?”

“It could be seen that way.”

“By whom? I’m certainly not suggesting we live-stream it or perform on this table right now. We can go anywhere you want. There must be a million hiding places in this hotel.” He grabs my hand. “Legend, please. I’ll be so happy.”

I study his face as war rages within me. Would I love to see his pretty glossed lips around my cock? Fuck yeah, I would, but as tempting as it is, it could lead to more trouble. The guy is obviously a fan. What would stop him from posting about it on social media, igniting the fire storm once again?

“I don’t think so, Bentley, but it’s nothing against you. I think you’re gorgeous and special. I’d rather walk away with you still having a good image of me.”

He deflates but nods. “I understand. Worth a shot.” He tries to smile, but I can see the sadness in his eyes. Now I feel like an ass for saying no.

“I better go. I appreciate hanging out with you today. I’ll be looking for your name. I have no doubt you’ll make your mark.”

“Thanks, Legend. It was...awesome meeting you.”

“Same.”

I stand, forcing my feet away. Bentley is sweet and gorgeous, and I’m horny. All reasons that saying yes should have been a slam dunk, so why am I leaving?

Once I’m in my truck, I rest my forehead on the steering wheel. I could have at least gotten his number, but then what? I look back at the convention center. I know the truth, so why am I letting false accusations and opinions get in the way of having a little much-needed fun? Maybe there’s a part of me worried that Bentley will get attached to me. I have nothing to offer him. No career, no fame, and no relationship. It would be a dirty blowjob and that’s it.

My cock swells in my jeans at the thought. But fuck, a dirty blowjob is exactly what I need. Before I can overthink it, I’m out of my truck and hurrying back to the conference. My eyes scan the room for him. I start to lose hope, thinking he might have left. I do another tour through the space, and then I see him. He’s leaning against a column, slightly tucked away from the event, flipping through a brochure of some kind.

I walk over, pausing in front of him. “Bentley.”

He looks up, his eyes growing wide as he drops the brochure. “Legend.”

“Does your offer still stand?”

“Fuck. Yes.” He nods. “Definitely.”

Smiling, I grab his hand and lead him farther away from the conference. We’re in some kind of darkened hallway, but with no windows and no people walking through, it’s perfect. I step close to Bentley, pressing his lithe body against the column.

“Can I kiss you, Bentley?”

“Will you call me boy?”

Gazing down at him, I brush my fingers across his cheek. “Can I kiss you, boy?”

His breath hitches. “You can do anything you want to me, Daddy.” He gasps as the word leaves his lips, refilling a long empty well within me. “Can I please call you that? Just for now?”

“Yes. This means a lot to you, doesn’t it?”

“No. It’s totally normal to meet your porn rock star and listen to him call you boy while you salivate over thoughts of his cock in your mouth.”

I chuckle. “You have a dirty little mouth, don’t you, boy?”

“I’m dirty for you. You could make me do anything you wanted. I’m completely yours.” He licks his lips. “Daddy.”

If I hadn’t spent the afternoon with him, I might think this dirty submissive innocence was an act, but the way he’s looking at me now—cheeks flushed, pupils blown, need seeping from his pores—I know it’s authentic desire to be mine, even if just for a few minutes.

Gazing into his pleading eyes, I brush my thumb across his chin. “Tell Daddy he can own your mouth.”

Bentley whimpers again. “You can own my mouth, Daddy. You can own me.”

“Mm, that sounds nice.”

He closes his eyes as I lean forward and take my first taste of his mouth. He presses into me, almost melting against me as his hands clutch and tug at my T-shirt. He’s submissive to his core, opening his mouth to me and letting me take what I want. His mouth is warm, his tongue pliant, but there’s an undercurrent of need and want, of greed, as he boldly sucks my tongue.

Reaching behind him, I slide my hand down the back of his pants, feeling a bit of silk there.

“Are you wearing panties?”

He nods, still pressed against me. “More kisses, Daddy.” He begs as if he needs my mouth to breathe. It’s heady to feel so wanted and desired after months of being locked away alone.

“Can Daddy touch you, boy?”

“Please.” It’s almost a sob.

I reach farther, sliding into the silk until I find his sweet little hole. He moans into my mouth