Dean Ambrose and smut? The two almost go hand in hand, and these chapters will chronicle his never ending journey to sexual gratification based on reader's request!
Requested Story: DJ Maddox
Dean stood at the door of Triple H's office. He cursed himself, why was he standing here? Why did he continue to put himself in this position? He knew it was wrong, a married man shouldn't do what Triple H does but Dean didn't turn him away.. he always came back for more when called.
Fuck, it excited him every time the phone rang and the called ID told him who it was, he only called when he needed an outlet and Dean was his canvas for that outlet. Knowing the door would be unlocked, he walked in.
'About time, it's been twenty minutes, Dean.'
'I.. I'm sorry. I got here as soon as I could.'
The tone in Triple H's voice was stern, but it rang through Dean's skull with a buzz. He made his way to Triple H's desk where he found the older man leaned back in his swivel chair, hands crossed in his lap. His eyes looked over Dean, his head cocking as his tongue flicked across his lip and Dean swallowed. God, he knew what would come next and he would enjoy it. Triple H had had a rough day, his tie was loosened and his buttoned up shirt was undone, meaning he really needed to relax which explained his reason for calling.
'You know, I was always fond of you wearing trunks but the jeans? ..they make that ass of yours look supple and ripe for the picking.'
Dean sat on the edge of the desk, not even six inches from Triple H as he played with the hem of his black tank top, much to the annoyance of the man watching him. It was an interesting relationship they had, when it was time to work, it was strictly professional but once they had finished.. Dean knew Triple H by another name besides 'boss.' When the camera weren't rolling and he came calling.. it was daddy. In terms of age, he wasn't the type Dean would usually aim for but there was an attraction that he couldn't fight.
'Remove the shirt.. then get on your knees.'
Dean's hands fisted his shirt as he raised the fabric over his head, dropping it where he rested. He licked his lips as he sunk to the floor between Triple H's legs, his hands working on the button and zipper of the CEO's pants.
In no time, he had his member freed and gently rubbed the hardened shaft, a relaxed sigh escaping Triple H as he took the mushroom head into his mouth. Comfortable, Dean began to slide his mouth down the shaft, taking nearly every inch of Triple H's member. His nose grazed pubic hair and he pulled back, beginning to set a pace of bobbing his head. When it came to sucking dick, Dean was pretty skilled at knowing what to do, just relax and let him work.
Minutes rolled by, Dean focused on his role as he started and stopped to draw out the pleasure. Triple H had to pull Dean off to get his command out.
'Stand up.. turn around and bend over the desk.'
Dean nodded, then did as he was told. As he stood, he faced Triple H's desk and placed his hands on the desk as he leaned forward slightly, hands exploring his body. Triple H's hands worked on Dean's belt and undid it, roughly pulled the belt loosen where it dropped onto the floor. Then the button to his jeans was next as soon enough, the jeans and boxer briefs pooled at his ankles.
Rough, calloused hands groped Dean's ass as he closed his eyes, letting Triple H take control. The CEO knew what he was doing, he knew to enjoy the moment and when he heard the drawer on his desk click open.. he knew.
The cap popped open loudly and Dean stuck his ass out with need as Triple H lubed his shaft up, not one to wear protection. With Dean, it was always bareback and both of them got off on it. Putting the lube back, the drawer snapped closed as he took Dean's hips in hand. At his entrance, Dean could feel the tip of Triple H's shaft about to make himself at home. He chewed on his bottom lip as his body propped up on elbows. Then, he was slid into.
'Ah.. god.. feels so good.'
Dean wasn't one who could hold back when something felt good, he was a moaner through and through. Triple H always stretched him when they fucked and the sex could get rough but it felt right. Pulling out, Triple H pushed back in as Dean buried his face into his arms as he braced himself. The CEO grunted occasionally, always filling his piece of ass to the hilt, the tight muscles wrapped around his dick loosening and allowing him deeper with each thrust.
'Harder.. please harder.. fuck..'
Dean moaned as Triple H rammed that sweet spot deep inside of him.
'Harder, what? I haven't heard you yet.'
'God.. fuck me harder, daddy, please.'
It was a quirk, Dean had accidentally called Triple H 'daddy' one time when they fucked and the nickname stuck around, something that always got the CEO off because it felt like a position of power. Dean needed him when he muttered that name and Triple H never failed to deliver.
Skin slapped against skin, Dean's ass giggled every time Triple H's hips smacked against him in rough, hard fashion. Minute after minute slipped by as the sex got better and better. Dean could feel himself leak, smearing the edge of the desk with his oozing precum. It wasn't common for him to be brought to orgasm but that was okay. He could touch himself later and get off.
Dean found a hand placed firmly in the middle of his back, pushed further down and bent over as Triple H's pace meant not pulling out as much and slamming his hips forward harder. Dean yelped and moaned as Triple H grunted.. his balls tightening as he reached climax.
'Always so nice and tight and.. ugh.'
His semen spilled out and deep into the cavern of Dean's ass, his shaft twitching with each eruption and his thrusting continued, though slowed drastically. He rode out the waves his orgasm provided before slumping back into his chair, withdrawing from Dean. Panting, the CEO gave a firm smack to the ass cheek before him.'
'Don't leak any of that onto the floor, get dressed.. get out. You know the drill.'
Clenching his muscles together, Dean caught his breathe as he stood straight, his erection reddened with needs that he would have to take care later. Pulling his briefs open followed by the jeans, he relaxes his muscles as his brief offered a sudden warmth from the leaking spunk inside him. Grabbing his shift, he didn't bother to put it on as nobody would be the wiser as to why it was off as he made his way toward the door.
'Dean.. never forget who you call daddy. I don't share.'
Dean stifled a moan as Triple H offered those final words before letting him leave the room. It was a matter of time before he'd get another call and they'd have sex again but he looked forward to when that phone would ring.
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