#stroke daddy

Sitting upon a crate backstage in the catering area, you crossed your legs while opening up bottled water.

Taking a big sip from the bottle, you looked up at the tv screen a few feet away.

Some of the other talent sat around eating, one person in particular took a seat next you but you couldn't really make out who it was just by glacing from the corner of your eye.

While watching Ricky's promo, you were used to his usual antics but when he tugged at the Gucci belt and said, 'But if you're looking for something to suck...' Your cheeks went from their usual shade to a pink hue.

A chuckle fell from your lips when watching JAS look disgusted, but your reaction was the complete opposite.

You spit the mouthful of water on the person sitting a few inches away from you who turned out to be MJF, soaking his suit.

This caused you to laugh even more but your cheeks were still flushed all from Ricky's promo who managed to get you all hot and bothered.

You splashed some of the water on your face but it only made things worse. To make things even more worse, Ricky was wrapping up his promo and he would be back any moment now.

MJF seemed a bit mad about his suit being soaked but also wanted to make fun of you, "Oh, poor Y/N. Spitters are quitters, you'll never have a chance with Ricky." He remarked with a scoff.

The New Orleans Native made his way toward catering. Taking a few breaths you managed to look less pink, but your cheeks still had a slight tint to them. You and Ricky had made lunch plans today, wanting to grab a bite to eat soon.

Your stomach began to grumble when walking away from MJF, thinking a few bites of food wouldn't hurt. Before you even made it to the catering table you felt yourself being grabbed from behind.

"Let me go before I give you a low bl-" Not having the chance to finish your sentence, you heard an all too familiar voice. Ricky. "Low Blow, Hm? So you did watch my promo then?" He teased, lifting you up off your feet.

You punched Ricky playfully, "Maybe."

"What can I say? You look absolutely stunning all dressed up. I'd love for you to tie me up with that Gucci belt of yours and fuck me relentlessly." You whispered in his ear, "Of course after I suck you good, my appetite is quite big."

Ricky licked his lips, "Y'know what else is big too, babygirl?"

You bit your lower lip, "Stroke Daddy's dick?"

He nodded, "Shall we take this back to my locker room and then go for lunch afterwards?"

"Of course, handsome."

One of your arms wrapped around his waist and the other gently rested on his neck.

"I never actually imagined this happening between the two of us. Even our own boss joked we would make for a cute couple. To think a year ago I was nervous to even say hi to you and now I'm hardcore crushing-" The words spilled from your lips.

"I'm so happy you decided to come over to this company, Y/N. You brighten everyone's day with your smile. Especially mine. I know you were hesitant of working with me at first but I'm happy to hear you have a crush on me - gosh, we sound like kids in junior high. Y/N, I have eyes for only you." He looked into your eyes before placing a kiss upon your cheek.

Moments later, the two of you reached his locker room and he set you down on your feet gently.

He locked the door and made sure you were comfortable before doing anything at all.

You were the first to slightly open your mouth and taste his lips with your tongue, encouraging him to let you in. Ricky opened his mouth soon after, as his tongue began to explore your warm mouth.

He sent shockwaves through your body, oh, how this man could make you feel such things from a kiss, was beyond you, but you loved every minute of it. Feeling a little bolder, you moved your hands from around his waist and began to take off his shirt which was tucked into his pants.

"Haven't you heard of the term, ladies first?" Ricky questioned with a smirk before pulling at the ends of your t-shirt, "May I?" With a swift nod of your confirmation, Ricky gently pulled the shirt over your head before peppering kisses along your neck.

Ricky's long sleeve shirt was discarded on the floor, revealing his muscular chest.

Ricky had revealed your extremely lacy bra, he licked his lips when seeing your nipples strain to tear out of the fabric. His face lit up when you stepped out of your shorts, revealing a matching thong.

The New Orleans Native wanted to put on a small show for you so he told you to take a seat on his sofa. With a gentle chuckle you closed your eyes for a brief moment and upon opening them you came to see Ricky doing his signature pose in boxers.

"You're such a goofball, but that's why I like you."

He grinned before walking over and pulling you into another kiss, "I like you too, Y/N. So much."

You both briefly took a breath of air before kissing again, then looking up at Ricky with seductive eyes as he gave you a gentle nod of permission.

You were quick to move your hand lower on his body, then finally cupping his growing erection.

"Oh", Ricky let out a moan as he bit down at his lower lip, to keep from being any louder. You slowly licked down his chest to his stomach and then lower, getting down on your knees. 

Looking up at him with hooded eyes, you hooked your fingers at the hem of his boxers and slid them down freeing his erection. Looking up in his eyes the whole time you lowered your mouth onto his cock. Ricky watched you wantonly and took a large gasp when he felt the velvet warmth of your mouth surrounding his cock.

His hands entangled into your hair, as he let out an unexpected moan while you took his entire member in, sucking on him lovingly. 

Ricky began to pant in pleasure as you continued to suck his length, making the 'pop' noise each time you would bob your head up and down on his cock.

You could tell Ricky was getting close just by the sheen of sweat covering his body as you moaned around his cock. You gagged on his length just to tease him which threw him over the edge.

the several pings from his phone caused his to break his concentration for the moment

eyes what were once fixated on the t.v were now glued to his phone

he opened the notifications, all of which were from you

his eyes grew wide, cock swelling in his gym shorts upon witnessing the sight

the messages contained maybe half a dozen or so photographs

all of you pretty much naked in various positions

and so clearly taken while you were still at work as evident by the bathroom stall you were in

tits full and round hanging out of your half-buttoned up blouse

pussy spread in full view of the camera from beneath your skirt, no panties in sight

others where you’d completely stripped yourself bare

“like what you see, daddy?” the text underneath read

“fuck…” he grunted, freeing his thick cock, beginning to stroke his length

starting off slow he began to observe the pictures in finer detail

zooming in on the close-up pics of your cunt, your folds soaked and dripping with your sweetness

oh how he missed the way you taste

he adored the way your breasts looked through the fabric, nipples hard and swollen, just begging for him to bite

he swiped to the next picture

your body fully void of clothing, facing away from the camera, bent over, spreading your sweet pussy with fingers

the sight sent him over the edge

he held his cock over his phone, pumping himself until he spilled all over the screen

his cum coating the picture, mostly where you cunt and ass were

a pseudo-creampie if you will

quickly he cleaned himself and his phone up. opting to call you knowing he was not fully satisfied with just pictures

“hello?” you spoke meekly through the phone

“fuck yourself for me” he spoke sternly

“r-ricky…i’m still at work” you whispered

“didn’t stop you before, babygirl”

he chuckled, hand still lazily stroking his cock

“you got some nerve sending me those pics while you’re at work”

he noticed you go silent on the other end, a small smirk rising to his lips

“now… be a good girl, go back into the bathroom and ruin your pussy for me”

“o-ok daddy”

he smirked upon hearing your frantic shuffling, quickly doing as you were told promptly locking th stall door behind you

“good girl. are you playing with that pretty pussy of yours?” he questioned, noticing small whimpers ring through his phone.

“y-yes daddy”

“that’s it baby. keep fingering yourself, think of daddy’s thick cock”

he began to stroke himself again, loving the sound of your small whimpers and moans, desperately trying to keep yourself quiet

“miss your cock…” you muttered through a whine

“i know babygirl, i’ll be home soon then you can have my dick anytime you want”

he knew you were close, the frantic pants mixed in with your moans, it almost sent him over the she

“daddy…i’m so close”

“cum for me sweetheart , make a mess for me”

“oh fuck, daddy!” your pitched cries were muffled into your bicep as you came, cunt drenched with your sweetness

“fuck yes, baby-“

he came into his hand, his palm glossy and white

he exhaled softly, still coming down from his high.

“you good, baby?” he questioned noticing you go silent on the other end

you only mutter a small yes in response

“i love you, sweetheart.”