Legendary Daddy

by Mia Monroe

  “Bentley?”

  “I don’t want to say something that will freak you out.”

  “You can’t.”

  His smile fades a bit. “I told you the day I met you that I knew I was meant to be yours, and I know it even more now. You have everything I want and need. I’ll be here in whatever capacity you need until you’re ready.”

  “Ready for what?”

  “To be mine. My lover, my boyfriend.” His sweet smile returns. “My Daddy.”

  Six

  Bentley

  Is this actually happening right now? Am I sitting on Legend’s lap, his hands sliding up and down my back, boldly telling him that he’s going to be my full-time Daddy one day? He doesn’t look as if he’s ready to boot me on my ass at any moment. In fact, his eyes soften, as does his touch, and I’m pretty sure I’ll fall in love before the sun comes up.

  He hasn’t spoken though. That’s scary.

  “Too much?”

  “No, beautiful boy. It’s perfect. You’re perfect. I’ve enjoyed this conversation. You are unusual, in a fantastic way.”

  “Can I ask a personal question?”

  “Yes.”

  “Did you love Arian, or was it all for show?”

  He studies my face for a few seconds. “I loved him once. At some point. In the beginning, we seemed compatible and amazing, but his goals were very different than mine.”

  “In what way?”

  Legend cups my face. “I promise to tell you what you want to know, but I’d like tonight to be about us.”

  A flutter breaks free in my belly, and I nod. “Okay.”

  “Would you like to call me Daddy tonight?”

  “Tonight and every night.”

  “You are adorable. I think we’ll have fun.”

  “Yes.”

  “Can I take your clothes off for you?”

  His question sends shivers down my spine. “Are you going to fuck me here on the couch?”

  “No. I just want to look at you. I want to feel your skin.” He nips my jaw. “Then I’ll take you to my room.”

  “And fuck me?”

  “And fuck you.” His thumb brushes over my bottom lip. “Are you always a bottom?”

  “Yes.”

  “Would you top if I asked you to?”

  My eyes widen. “Fuck yeah!”

  Legend chuckles. “So sweet. So giving, aren’t you, beautiful boy?”

  “Yes, Daddy.” I close my eyes for a second, letting the word settle inside me. “That feels so good to say.”

  “And amazing to hear.”

  Legend is looking at me right now like he’s a starving man at a buffet, and I am here for it.

  “Can you stand up for me, sweet boy?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  I climb off his lap, standing before him. His eyes and hands roam up and down my sides.

  “You are so beautiful, Bentley. Perfect.”

  “Thank you, Daddy. It makes me happy to be what you want.”

  “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 working out very well for me right now. Legend pulls me by the wrist until I’m upright. I balance myself on his shoulders. I start to speak, but he hooks the back of my neck and pulls me down into a bruising kiss.

  My almost-naked body rubbing on his clothed one is an incredible sensation. I grip his T-shirt, twisting it in my hands as I try to get impossibly closer. His fingers reach behind me, massaging my ass and dipping between my cheeks to tickle my entrance. I can feel the outline of his cock pushing against the lace covering mine.

  “Can I taste you, Daddy?”

  “Not tonight. I want to be inside you. Is that okay?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Let’s go to my room.”

  Legend lifts me, which brings a delighted giggle to my lips as I wrap my legs around his waist. “You’re so strong, Daddy.”

  His eyes focus on me, but he doesn’t say anything as he walks us down the hall. In the room, he tosses me on the bed, slowly stripping out of his clothes as I watch him, propped up on my elbows. I want to look around, to absorb what kind of bedroom Legend sleeps in, but I can’t take my eyes off the man. He tilts his head as if asking a question, but he doesn’t speak as he joins me on the bed. His weight comes down on me, and he kisses my neck, his scratchy beard tickling my skin.

  “Bentley…” he whispers.

  “Yes?”

  Legend rises, reaching out to cup my cheek. “You are...so gorgeous.”

  “Thank you.”

  Legend pushes me back on the bed. “Can you spread for Daddy? Let me see you?”

  A shiver rolls through me. “Yes, Daddy.” I lift my legs, reaching down to hold my ass cheeks open for him.

  “Mm.”

  I hear the sound of a drawer opening, then the click of a bottle. Cool liquid meets my hole, dripping down my crack.

  “Finger yourself for Daddy. Show me how you get ready for my cock.”

  “Fuck,” I whisper. “This is sexy, Daddy.”

  “If you could see yourself…”

  I slide a finger inside myself, moaning softly. “Can I get on my knees?”

  “Yes.”

  I flip over, reaching back easier than before, and put a finger in my hole again.

  “Does that feel good?” Legend asks.

  “Better if it was you.”

  “Don’t worry, sweet boy, it will be.” He steps closer. “But I love watching you. I would be happy to sit in a chair and simply watch you get yourself off.”

  I moan again. “That sounds hot, Daddy.”

  “We’ll do that sometime. Can you add a second finger?”

  “Yes.”

  I do, whimpering as he comes into view, stroking his cock while he watches me. I’ve had dreams about that thing since I first tasted it. It’s just so...thick. And veiny. And divine.

  “Are you doing a good job, baby?”

  I nod. “Yes.”

  “Show me. Spread your hole for me.”

  “Fuck.” I moan into the mattress, spreading my fingers apart to create a wider opening.

  “Damn, that is nice.”

  Legend’s deep voice rumbles through me like an earthquake.

  “I don’t know if I want to fuck it or eat it.”

  “You already ate it, Daddy. Now you should fuck it.”

  He laughs softly behind me. “Is that what you want? Want Daddy’s cock to stretch your pretty hole?”

  “Holy fuck.”

  “Yes or no?”

  “Yes. Absolutely yes.”

  I feel his movement behind me, then his fingers meet mine, sliding inside but not letting me take my hand away. My dick is so hard, held captive by my jockstrap. The restraint is delicious.

  “Tell me what you want now, boy. I will give you whatever you ask for.”

  Catching my breath, I nod. “I want your cock, Daddy.”

  “Mm, pretty boy, I want to give it to you.”

  The mattress dips beside me. I tilt my head up to see Legend gazing at me with hooded eyes. Fuck, he’s so gorgeous. I swear he’s never looked at anyone like that. Only me.

  “Come here, boy. Get on my lap.”

  I nod, scrambling to sit on him. He has me sit with my legs together and to the side as he slides his arm under my knees. His mouth captures mine again, and I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on to him tightly. Reaching beneath me, he maneuvers his dick until it’s at my entrance. Breaking the kiss, he pulls back enough to see my eyes.

  “I want to see your pretty face as I enter you.”

  I nod, biting my bottom lip.

  “Let that lip go, boy.”

  I immediately stop. “Sorry, Daddy.”

  His features soften. “Ready?”

  “So ready.”

  He slides into me slowly, both of us aware of every inch. Legend groans while I just stare at him, wide-eyed. My dream man, my fantasy, my absolute bucket-list man has his dick inside me right now. I could cry.

  “Breathe, sweetheart.”

  I exhale in a puff.

  “Does it hurt?”

  I shake my head, but I’m lying. The pain is intense, and fucking exquisite, but if I tell him it hurts, he might stop. I close my eyes, but Legend clicks his teeth at me, silently commanding me to reopen them.

  “Tell me the truth, boy.”

  How does he know?

  “It-it hurts, but I like it. I want it to burn. I want to remember you when you’re not there anymore.”

  Legend studies my face. “You are poison, beautiful boy. Sweet, intoxicating poison, slowly dripping through my veins.”

  “Poison is bad, Daddy.”

  He shakes his head. “Not in this case.”

  A smile pulls at my lips as a bold thought passes through my mind. “What if I’m not the poison but the antidote?”

  Legend chuckles. “Clever.” He flips me over, managing to stay inside me, and gently laying me on the bed. Grabbing each of my ankles, he spreads my legs. “Pull your cock out.”

  I nod, reaching to pull the jockstrap far enough down to release my dick. It’s so hard that it throbs.

  “Beautiful.”

  And then he lets loose, pounding into me. This is the Legend I know well. I’ve watched every video he’s ever put out, and this is how the man fucks. Hard and fast and rough. If he wasn’t holding me, I would be flying across the bed.

  I grip the bedding, resting my ankles on his shoulders. Legend doesn’t take his eyes off of 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.