Legendary Daddy by Mia Monroe (each kindness read aloud txt) 📕

I am in between each blow. He increases the intensity with each one, leaving me humping against him and nearly choking on his cock. When we get to ten, he buries his face between my legs, lavishing me with his hot tongue before pushing me forward until my face is pressed against the mattress.

He wastes no time pushing into me and continuing the delicious smacks between each thrust.

I am speechless.

Boneless.

Floating on a cloud.

I drift away from everything hard and sad and stressful, existing only in this space with Legend. The world around us fades out, leaving only joy and passion and pleasure.

His specific actions blur together as I give myself over to the physical stimulation of his touch. Everything feels...perfect. Conscious thought slips away, leaving only Legend.

His voice murmuring in my ear lures me back, nudging my senses to check in again.

“Yes, Daddy?”

“Do you want to come, sweet boy?”

I nod. “If you want me to, Daddy. I want what you want. Always.”

“Fuck,” Legend groans before pulling my arms behind my back. He clasps my wrists in his strong hand, then pounds into me like a jackhammer. My dick is throbbing now, begging for release, but I know my Daddy will take care of me when he’s ready.

“Jesus, boy,” he grunts out. “So fucking good. Fuck. I’m gonna come. You ready, boy? You want to come for Daddy?”

“Please.”

He slams into me, drawing pleading moans from my lips until, finally, I meet my release, splattering cum on the comforter beneath me. Legend growls my name, his fingers finding purchase in my hair as he tugs hard. He jerks deep inside me, filling me with his seed. Instead of collapsing on the bed next to me, he pulls out and buries his face between my legs again, licking up his release as it leaves my body.

“Daddy!”

“Mm, delicious,” he murmurs, lapping at my sensitive skin.

He pulls me next to him, and I curl into his side, burying my face under his arm, and inhaling his amazing scent.

“Good boy,” Legend whispers. “Good, sweet boy.”

I’m so overcome with emotion and sensation I almost want to cry, but I fight it back. I don’t want Legend to think he hurt me when what he actually did was set me free.

“Stay here,” he says quietly, pulling himself up.

I whimper, not wanting him to leave. He returns a few minutes later with a warm soapy cloth that he uses to clean me up. Then he places me across his lap and rubs some kind of cooling cream on my ass.

“Can you take a picture, Daddy?”

“A picture?”

“Of my ass. So I can see what you did. I’ll look at it whenever we’re apart to remember how good you are to me.”

“Oh, sweet boy,” he murmurs. “You are so good for Daddy’s bruised heart.”

“Please, Daddy?”

“Of course.” I feel him reach then hear the click of the camera on his phone. “Beautiful. It’s all pink and even a little swollen. How do you feel?”

“Amazing. You…” I shake my head. I don’t want to push this too much or too far.

“What, baby?”

“Nothing.”

Legend lifts me by my arms until I’m upright. I scoot onto his lap, laying my head on his shoulder. He rubs my back as we sit in silence for several minutes.

“Bentley?”

“Yes?”

“How do you feel? Tell me the truth. Was it too much?”

“No. Far from it.”

“Look at me.”

“No, Daddy. Please.”

“Look at me, boy.”

“Fuck. Daddy-voice.” I lift my head to meet his concerned eyes. “No fair.”

“I have to use what works to get my baby to talk to me.” He brushes his thumb across my cheek. “What are you holding inside? You can tell me. You’re safe with me.”

My brow furrows. “I don’t want to freak you out.”

“You won’t.”

Searching his eyes, I look for something to give me the confidence I need to tell him what’s on my mind. He smiles, and that something I was looking for fills my heart.

“You...um…” I exhale. “You get me on a level I’m not used to. I never have to tell you what I need. You just give it to me.”

“You thought that would freak me out?”

I shake my head.

“Okay, then what else?”

I bite my bottom lip until he gives me a look, and I release it. “I’m scared to tell you.”

“Don’t be, baby. There’s nothing you could say that I don’t want to hear.”

When I still don’t speak up, he continues.

“It’s so important to me that you’re happy. I don’t want to assume anything, so I need you to talk to me. Please.”

My eyes fill with tears that I blink away. “Okay, Daddy. I’ll try.” I blow out a breath and shake my hands. “I...um...I want you to keep me.” My breath hitches as soon as the words are free. “I want to be your boy for good. I can be what you need, I know I can, and you…”

“Go on.”

“You’re the Daddy I always wished for.”

I watch his face for a reaction. He glances away from me, gazing down at our hands resting in my lap. I brace myself for his tentative rejection. He’ll tell me he’s not ready for more. All he can give me is sex. It’s a scene for him. Role-playing. He doesn’t want or need a full-time boy or a boyfriend or a man who worships the ground he walks on.

“I think that sounds beautiful, Bentley.” He shifts his eyes up to meet mine. “Really beautiful.”

“But?”

“I didn’t say but.” Legend cups my face. “How did I get so lucky to find you?”

“It isn’t luck. I was made for you. You were always meant to find me.”

A smile pulls at his lips. “You believe that, don’t you? That we’re destined for each other?”

“I’ve always believed it, but now it’s confirmed. You…” I pause, searching for the right words. “I tried to stay casual, but…” I shrug. “You fill parts of me that other people drained away. Until you, I didn’t think I was the right kind of boy, but all I needed was the right kind of Daddy. I want to