A/N: This wouldn't leave my head so I decided to write it up. All WWE characters belong to well... WWE and unfortunately not me, they're not my personal sex slaves… yet.
P.S. This is strictly smut, no plot just smut based off a dream I had lol.

"How bad do you want this dick?"

"Bad, so fucking bad."

He stood above me pushing my shoulders down making me drop to my knees and staring at his dick. It was pale however the head was darker and dripping pre-come from it. I wanted to lick the droplet, mark him with my tongue but I was in his hands. He ran this show.

"Look at you, your eyes are practically begging for this dick. Do you want it?"

All I could do is nod, what was there to say. Of course I wanted it. It was perfect, I hoped my mouth could contain it at once. I just wanted to please him, it was new for me… I've never wanted to please someone this much. I wanted to show him how bad I was; I was on his level and more.

"I need to hear you say it." His voice was raspy, like whiskey and cigarettes, the gravelly tone being hissed at me made me want him more.

"I want it."

"No no." He tsked, slowly stroking himself as I got greedy, moving my mouth closer to his dick. He was completely nude as was I. The head of his dick rubbed against my lips and I internally moaned wanting to swallow him whole. I never had the craving to suck a dick this much, I needed him. "That's not what I want to hear. Beg for it." His sentence was final and it went to my pussy, it made my juices accumulate more and I had to please him.

"Please Dean, please, give me your dick, I want it in the back of my throat."

Dean smiled above me, giving me a smile that showcased his dimples and showed his adoration for what I wanted.

"Better…"

The feel of his head in my mouth was like a drug to me. I instantly wrapped my lips around it, sucking it for all it was worth.

"You're so good at this, your mouth is made for my dick."

Dean looked down at me, rubbing my head gently. I felt like his pet and anything that made me his encouraged me to please him more. My lips were obscenely stretched against the girth of his dick and all I wanted to do was wrap my hands around him, feel him throbbing in my hands but this was his game and I was just a willing participant. I gave him a small hum agreeing with his statement, I wanted to please him and show him his dick was made specifically for my mouth.

"Take it, swallow me whole." Dean moaned above me grabbing me by hair and thrusting hard, hitting the back of my throat. He used me as his hole, I was simply there to pleasure and please him. I gagged a bit when his dick hit my throat and that seemed to spur him on.

"So fucking good at sucking my dick, so fucking good, you have one purpose in life and that's this."

My tongue teased wherever it could, I could feel myself drooling on his dick as it slid out of my wide open mouth. I wasn't used to this rough treatment, being a fuck doll, a warm mouth for such a beautiful cock.

"Gonna make me come soon." Dean moaned out again.

It encouraged me, I had to make him come, and that was my purpose right? I was here to make him come and my mouth doubled its efforts. I made sure to tighten my lips around him as he slid out of my mouth, my tongue had a mind of its own licking the slit of his head and when I heard him hiss above me I knew I had him.

"Keep sucking it, perfect whore for me, want this come don't you whore?"

I couldn't speak. I didn't want to if I could. I was all about him, this wasn't about me for a once. Dean brought out something where I just wanted to make him feel good.

"Fucking shit, about to come, fucking going to come." Dean slid his dick out my mouth, wet and slick with my saliva and I felt I was missing something. "Going to come to come all over that gorgeous face of your and I don't want you to move."

I watched him jack his hard dick faster and the first squirt of his semen hit my cheek as the rest went down the center of my face before hitting my lips. My initial thought was to wipe it off. I should've felt degraded, felt like nothing but his come deposit but there was something more I felt.

Dean taped his dick around my lips rubbing the softening head around my lips like a lip gloss that felt warm. Why did I want to taste it? Taste him? This was not me, I wasn't this girl but he turned me into it.

"You look so much better like this." Dean smirked and laughed out. His fingers went to lips, wiping himself up. "Open your mouth."

My initial thoughts were no, no, I don't do this but I instinctively listened to him. I felt his fingers into my mouth, scooping what he could in there.

"Don't swallow." He knelt next to me and I finally found what I wanted his lips against mine, his tongue in my mouth. He took his come from my tongue and transferred it into his mouth and I have never been so turned on in my life.

I found myself growling, wanting his semen back. I wanted that piece of him back in my mouth, on my tongue and here he was denying me of that small pleasure. I sucked his tongue trying to get the trace of him back in my mouth and I swallowed it. It was salty yet sweet, a weird taste of kettlecorn but something that was all Dean Ambrose. It was a taste I wanted to revel in, imprint on my taste buds, and keep it in my memory.

Dean pulled away first looking at me, my lips swollen from his cock and his rough kisses. I needed more. I couldn't let this end like this. I had to have more of him and now. I knew this chance wouldn't come again.

"You look a fucking beautiful mess. I have more plans for you."

A/N: This is a 2 part one shot, chapter 2 tomorrow. J