Legendary Daddy - Mia Monroe (10 ebook reader .TXT) 📗

a delightfully twinkish man with longish blond hair, a very curvy frame, and a penchant for lingerie. For someone who looks like he could be a cherub in a Renaissance painting, his modern social media moniker, Cum Dump, is decidedly less artful. It’s accurate though. I’ve seen his work. The guy can take some dick.

“Nice to meet you, Taylor.”

He graces me with an ethereal smile. “My pleasure. This is so fun.” He gazes around the space. “Nice setting.”

“Thanks. We’re proud of it. If you guys want to prep, there’s a bathroom right over to the left behind you.”

“Perfect,” Taylor purrs. “Mind if I go first, Sharod?”

“Not at all, princess.” He winks.

Taylor prances off with his bag while Legend and Sharod catch up. Now that they’ve arrived, I feel calmer. I know what I’m doing. I have all the talent I need to kill this scene.

“Ready?” Legend says, coming up behind me.

I twist around, smiling. “I am.”

“Just tell me what you need me to do.”

“I will.”

After Sharod visits the bathroom, both men sit on the edge of the bed gazing at me.

“As discussed, we’re doing a Daddy kink scene. I did some research and just waking up seems to be a popular scene. What do you guys think?”

Taylor nods. “Works for me. Is Daddy waking me up?”

Sharod’s eyes heat, which is a damn good sign. If they are truly attracted to each other, the chemistry should shine through. He leans closer to Taylor, playing with a lock of his hair while whispering something that brings a huge smile to Taylor’s lip.

“Perfect.” Taylor shifts his green eyes to me. “Ready when you are, Director.”

I smile. That felt good.

“Okay, guys. Let’s get you set up in the bed.”

The guys peel out of their robes and climb in bed, facing each other and talking. While they prepare, I set up my cameras and lighting.

“What can I do?” Legend asks.

“Look through my lens. Does the lighting look right?”

Legend peers in, glancing up briefly, then returning to the camera. “It’s a little dark on Sharod’s left.”

Smiling, I nod. He’s right. “Great.” I walk over and adjust the light. “How’s this?”

Legend looks through the lens again, giving me a thumbs-up. “Good.”

“Awesome.” I sit on the edge of the bed. “My style is very intimate. I’m going to move around you, next to you, behind you. Do your best to keep your eyes on each other. Anything but me.”

Sharod nods. “I saw your Mack and Cas video. Pretty cool, man.”

“I did too,” Taylor says. “I’m excited to see how this turns out.”

“You’re both gorgeous, so it’s going to be perfect. Pretend I’m not here.”

“Don’t worry,” Sharod says, eyeing Taylor. “He won’t notice anything but me.”

Taylor grins. “Ooh. Call action already.”

I laugh. This is gonna be awesome.

Nineteen

Legend

I watch Bentley, in awe at how he transformed from nervous boy to in-charge director. Fuck. That’s much hotter than I expected. I’m used to boys who rely on me for everything. Before Arian, none of my boys even worked. I thought that’s what I preferred, but watching Bentley realize his dream, doing something we both love, is extremely attractive.

Once Sharod and Taylor are settled in bed, looking convincingly asleep, Bentley calls, “Action.” He moves gracefully around the couple as if he’s in a choreographed dance where he’s the shadow. To their credit, both men effectively ignore him even when he’s between Sharod’s legs, shooting from below as Taylor swallows Sharod’s cock. It’s truly impressive the way Bentley integrates himself into the scene without being part of it.

At one point, he climbs on a stool so he’s close to even height with Sharod. He’s switched his camera and is aiming it directly at Sharod impaling Taylor. My mind drifts back to my many scenes, filling me with a pleasant nostalgia tinged with something else. Something new.

I want this.

Fuck, I miss performing, but now that Bentley’s part of my life, I’m not sure how to continue being a Daddy to him and fuck other people. He says he understands, but it would crush me if I ever hurt him. Even for ten minutes.

My eyes switch back to the action just as Sharod pulls out of Taylor and sprays cum on his lithe back. Bentley is lying next to Taylor catching the moment, and impressively not flinching when Sharod’s load splashes his face.

Holy fucking shit. Seeing my boy with cum dripping down his cheek is the visual eye-fuck I didn’t know I needed. For the first time during this shoot, my cock swells, and it’s all I can do not to whip it out and mark Bentley with my own release. The thought leaves me breathless and slightly lightheaded.

“Jesus,” I whisper.

Sharod collapses on the bed next to Taylor, kissing him and praising him with whispers of “Good boy.” Taylor beams, his pale skin flushed from their passion. He strokes Sharod’s face, a pretty smile on his lips. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“End scene,” Bentley says.

As soon as they hear the words, Taylor pops up and bounces into the bathroom while Sharod wraps a robe around his naked form. Bentley sits up, focused on the camera and not the side effect of being so close to the action.

I clear my throat and his eyes shoot up. “You, um, have something on your cheek.” My voice is raspy and tight to my own ears.

Bentley reaches up and wipes his cheek. Laughing, he drags his fingers over the bedspread we’ll have cleaned later.

“Job hazard.”

I nod. “Yeah.” I swallow hard.

Bentley tilts his head. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’ll tell you when we’re alone.”

“That was awesome,” Sharod says. “Really cool how you did that.”

“Glad you enjoyed it. It looked amazing. You guys have good chemistry.”

“I think so too. It’s our second time filming together, but I don’t think it will be our last.”

“It shouldn’t be,” I add. “It was hot.”

“Thanks, man.” He nods at me. “Did the bug bite you again while you watched?”

Bentley’s attention turns sharply toward me as he awaits my answer.

“I do miss it.”

“You