Chapter 64 BIG DADDY
BIG DADDY
CANDY RUSH (FL) - 22 YRS
KEVIN NASH (ML) - 38 YRS
CANDY
“Has he lost his ever-loving mind?”
I screamed into my phone at Asha, my best friend, while tossing another pair of heels into an open suitcase. The Dallas sun filtered through my blinds one last time as I packed up my condo.
“Girl, yes!” Asha snorted. “He really asked me if he could take the kids on Mother’s Day so his girlfriend could ‘feel what it’s like’ to be a mother.”
I froze mid-fold, then cackled. “Tell him to fuck off disrespectfully!”
“Already did.” She laughed back.
We talked for another hour, as we always did. But under my laughter, there was this nervous hum — the thrill of starting over. I was leaving Texas, my whole world until now, heading to Tampa, Florida for a new life. My contract with the Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders was up. Five years of high kicks, spray tans, and bright smiles, but my heart craved more.
That “more” came in the form of Nitro Girls — sexier, freer, edgier than cheerleading, blending dance with spectacle. Asha had sent Kimberly, the group’s leader, my audition tape. Kimberly called two days later and said she wanted me.
And that’s how I ended up here. Tampa. New city, new stage, new Candy.
I’d been a wrestling fan since I could walk, sneaking into arenas, cheering for NWO. And now, my dream man — “Big Sexy” Kevin Nash — wasn’t just a face on TV. He was backstage. Real. Tall. Dangerous. Gorgeous. My crush of years.
Kim had whispered to me just before my debut, lipstick perfect and hair like spun gold: “Heads up. Nash has been watching you. Hasn’t given another girl the time of day.”
I laughed it off, but my stomach flipped. Tonight’s performance would be for him.
The crowd roared as I danced under the lights, every flick of my hips, every arch of my back a silent challenge: Look at me, Big Daddy. I’m not like the rest.
By the time the music cut, sweat glistened on my skin. I’d killed it. Backstage, everyone congratulated me, but my mind was on him. Always him.
The last of the girls had already left the locker room, and for once the place was quiet. My body was still buzzing from the performance — sweat cooling on my skin, heart racing, adrenaline coursing through me. It felt like every nerve was still singing from the roar of the crowd, from the lights, from the fact that I had just made my debut with the Nitro Girls.
I dropped my towel around my shoulders, lotioning my legs slowly, humming to myself to keep the high alive. My mind wandered, as it had too many times already this week, back to him. Kevin Nash. Big Sexy himself.
God, just thinking his name sent a shiver right through me. That towering frame, that cocky smirk, the way his presence alone made the air feel heavier. I’d caught him looking at me more than once backstage — his blue eyes trailing, his lips curling like he already knew exactly what kind of mess he’d make me.
Kim had even warned me earlier. “He hasn’t looked at anyone else, Candy. But he’s been watching you.”
The thought alone had me wet between my thighs while I was stretching before our dance. And now? After my debut, after the way he clapped slowly in the corner, eyes locked on me? I knew — I just knew — something was going to happen.
And then it did.
The locker room door opened. Closed. Then Locked.
I froze, half-dressed in just my bra and panties, my damp hair dripping down my shoulders. When I turned, my breath caught.
Kevin Nash. Filling the doorway.
All six-foot-ten of carved muscle and swagger, his hungry gaze sweeping over me like I was already stripped bare. My arms twitched to cover myself, but his smirk stopped me.
“Don’t,” he said, his voice rough velvet. “I want to see you.”
Heat flooded my face. My pulse thundered in my ears as he stepped closer, each stride slow, deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine.
“I’ve wanted your tight little pussy since the second I saw you,” he murmured, his tone dripping authority, filth, and promise all at once. “You’ve been dancing in front of the whole damn world… but tonight? You’re dancing for me.”
My knees nearly buckled, my panties soaked at his words.
“Yes, Big Daddy,” I whispered, not even recognizing my own voice.
That smirk widened. His hand came up, large and warm against my cheek, tilting my face so I couldn’t look away from him. The other hand went to his zipper.
“Get on your knees, slut. Show me that pretty mouth was made for me.”
I dropped instantly, my body moving before my brain caught up, desire flooding every nerve. I unzipped him, my hands trembling, and when I freed his cock, my breath hitched.
He was massive. Thick, long, heavy in my palm. Too much for my hand to wrap around, let alone my mouth.
“Oh my God…” I whispered, my lips parting in awe.
He chuckled, deep and dark. “Open wide, Candy. Don’t think. Just take.”
I spat lightly on the head, spreading the precum over his swollen tip, then opened my mouth as wide as I could, guiding him in. My lips stretched, my throat gagged, but the way he groaned above me lit me up inside.
“Fuck yes,” he hissed. “That’s it. Take Big Daddy’s cock down your throat.”
I bobbed, sucking, my tongue swirling against his shaft. He tangled his fingers in my hair and shoved deeper, forcing me to choke and moan around him. Tears pricked my eyes but the raw, filthy control in his grip only made me wetter.
“Good little slut,” he growled. “Goddamn, your mouth feels like heaven.”
My throat worked desperately, my hands clutching his thighs. He thrust slow at first, then harder, deeper, until drool was running down my chin. I could taste him, salty and thick, every groan vibrating down his length.
But then he pulled out, his cock wet and glistening, strings of spit connecting us.
“Stand up.”
I obeyed, my legs shaky, and my chest heaving. He spun me, bent me forward, palms on the bench. In one swift motion, he tore my panties clean off.
The cool air hit my soaked pussy just as his thick cock slid between my folds. He groaned low in my ear, the sound vibrating through my spine.
“Goddamn, you’re dripping for me already.”
“Please…” I whimpered. “Please, Big Daddy.”
And then he slammed into me.
I screamed, my body jerking forward as he filled me in one deep thrust. My pussy stretched, burning, deliciously overwhelmed. My eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open, the sheer size of him making me dizzy.
“Fuck yes,” he growled, pounding into me. “That’s my tight little slut. Take it all.”
The sound of his hips slamming into me echoed in the empty room, wet and filthy. My hands clawed at the bench, my legs shaking with every brutal thrust. He grabbed my hair, yanking my head back, biting my neck as he rammed into me.
“You feel that, Candy? You’re mine now. This pussy belongs to me.”
“Yes!” I cried. “It’s yours, all yours, Big Daddy!”
He spanked me hard, the crack echoing, my scream muffled by his hand clamping over my mouth. His other hand slid to my clit, rubbing vicious circles while his cock pounded my g-spot over and over.
“Cum for me,” he snarled in my ear. “Cream all over Big Daddy’s cock.”
I broke. My orgasm ripped through me, violent and uncontrollable. My pussy clenched around him, soaking him, my cries muffled as he pounded harder, using me like his personal toy.
“That’s it,” he groaned, thrusts growing erratic. “Keep squeezing me. Fuck, Candy…”
He pulled out suddenly, spun me around, lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he slammed back inside me, bouncing me on his cock.
“Ohhhh fuck!” I screamed, clutching his shoulders, riding the wave of overstimulation as he fucked me against the wall.
He bit my shoulder, groaning into my skin. “I’m gonna cum deep in this pussy. You’re gonna take it, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Big Daddy! Cum in me!”
With a roar, he slammed harder, faster, his cock pulsing deep inside. I felt him thicken, swell, and then he exploded — hot, thick ropes flooding my pussy. The force of it triggered another orgasm, my body convulsing, my nails digging into his back.
He groaned through gritted teeth, still thrusting shallowly, milking every drop into me.
When he finally slowed, panting, his forehead dropped to mine. His hand cupped my jaw, forcing me to meet his piercing eyes.
“You’re mine now, Candy. If any man even looks at you, I’ll break him. You understand?”
I shivered, nodding, my lips swollen, body trembling, pussy still full of his cum.
“Yes, Big Daddy,” I whispered, breathless. “I’m yours.”
His smirk returned, dark and satisfied. He kissed me, deep and filthy,
tasting himself on my lips.
And just like that, I knew I was ruined — because Kevin Nash had me, and I never wanted him to let me go.