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Breakdown in Evolution	By : sugarkisses Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 3435 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrities of WWE/WWF. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Things are getting hot and heavy here. Might offend some, I couldn't tell.

Same disclaimers and all!

~sugarkisses

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had had been a rough match: he had bpittpitted against Shelton, and although the result of the fight had been preordained, he still found himself completely worn out from exertion. Goddamn, but some of these youngsters could take him to the limit…

Paul was so damn tired that he went straight from the arena to the hotel and crashed in his bed. The others had wanted him to go out with them foinksinks, but Paul found that his heart wasn’t into hanging out with the boys, being forced to watch Anne interact with Randy. So, instead of getting into that mess once more, Paul decided that sleep would be his best friend.

At least, as much sleep as he could get before Anne arrived…

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Anne collected Randy’s belongings from the locker room, stuffing them in the bag that Randy used before she moved on to her own things. As a valor tor the group, she was expected to do the grunt work for them and run their errands, including getting them packed and unpacked at the stadiums. Anne found that she enjoyed the work: it made her feel needed and like part of the group.

She had changed into a black leather top and pants for her trip to the ring with Randy and the others, during their match, leaving the jeans and t-shirt that she had arrived wearing in thckercker room next to her gym bag. The match was long over, and when she looked up at the television in the corner of the locker room, she saw that Paul had just started his match with Shelton, the newcomer from the roster lottery. God, but Paul was beautiful to her as he moved around in the ring… He was growing his beard again, and looking much more relaxed than he had before they became intimate. She could hardly wait to see him again: it had become more difficult for them to see each other in the last week, what with the roster issue and Randy’s sudden tonsillectomy. Still, they had managed an incredible encounter two days ago… a quite naughty one, really…

Turning away from the monitor and deciding that she needed to change into her street clothes, Anne locked the portal to the room (she didn’t need to have someone like the Hurricane busting into the room and getting a free show…) and returned to her gym bag, kicking off her high-heeled boots and digging into the bag for her jeans. She slid out of her leather pants and into the denim, then removed her leather top: she pulled her white-lace bra from her bag and put it on… but when she bent down to retrieve her t-shirt, she felt something press against the curve of her left breast.

“What the…?” Anne asked, straightening up. She reached behind her back and undid the clasps on her bra, taking the item back off. Anne inspected the lingerie’s lining: there was something that had been placed in her bra, through a slit, roughly an inch long, that had been cut in the fabric. Anne slid her finger and thumb into the lace and grabbed onto the offending object. It took a bit of work for her to get the foreign item out, but it finally broke through the lace with a popping sound.

Anne found herself gazing down at a small white envelope that was folded in half: the kind that normally accompanied a card that was sent with flowers. There was only one person who could be so wonderfully clever to leave her a message like this… only one person who could have sneaked into her bag while she was in the wit with the other three members of Evolution…

Opening the envelope, Anne read the note that had been hastily scribbled onto a small piece of paper.

“You don’t feel well tonight, you’re going to be staying in your hotel room while they go out. Wait until thirty minutes after they’ve left, then come to me. Burn this note. Love you, baby.”

Anne pulled the paper away from the plastic room key that it was attached to (he had even cut the card so onl only the vital, small electronic slip was left) and smiled: she would be seeing Paul soon, and she was way overdue for it.

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She burned the note in the locker room sink before she left with her bag and Randy’s. By the time that she got to the hotel that they were all booked in, she had the other three members of Evolution convinced that she had a major stomachache. Randy was kind enough to see her to her room, giving her a deep and thorough kiss before he left to meet up with Ric and Batista in the lobby. They were going out totriptrip bar, which meant that they would all be pretty tanked by the end of the night.

Anne waited the amount of time that Paul had prescribed in his note to her, then left her room, sliding her room key into her pocket next to the one that she had been given. Paul was way up on a top floor, but she found the room easily. Quietly opening the door, Anne realized the the room was dark, and she heard the sound of Paul’s deep breaths, which told her that he was asleep. It warmed her heart that he trusted her enough to allow her to enter his room when he was unconscious…

Closing the door to the room, she took off her shoes, carefully pushing them to the side and undressing. Her shirt and bra (with the tear that Paul had put in the lining) fell to the carpet with barely a sound, followed by her jeans and panties. Naked now, Anne crept across the room and gingerly climbed into bed beside him, not wanting to wake him just yet.

Anne grasphe ehe edge of the comforter that covered him and slowly drug it downward…

Paul was wearing only his boxers: he shifted a bit in his sleep, unconsciously moving towards her. Placing her left index finger on his shoulder, she traced his collarbone, pausing at the center of his chest and then moving down… His body was beautiful, all hard muscle.

There was a bruise on his ribs, along his side: bending her head down, Anne pressed a gentle kiss to the purple mark. She ran her tongue over it, caressing the angry flesh before she sat up once more and gazed down at him. Her poor baby was still asleep, exhausted from the night’s performance: it seemed a shame to wake him up. Anne herself had been run ragged in the last week, what with Randy’s tonsillectomy and the storyline that had Paul moving from RAW to Smackdown. Hell, when she had first heard about that plot, she had felt an intense pang of fear: what if Paul was taken from her? How would they get together for their encounters if they were on different rosters?

“Still minnne nne whispered, kissing his cheek. Paul had been growing stubble for the last few days, and it had driven her crazy: she had seen it on his face, but she hadn’t been able to press her lips to it, hadn’t been able to brush her face over his.

Paul stirred a bit at her kisses: Anne continued to explore his body with gentle touches and kissntilntil she noticed that his cock was beginning to stir in his boxers. She smiled at this, and reaching down, she traced his heat with her fingertips, then slid her hand into the front of his shorts.

His cock literally sprang to life in her grasp, hardening so that the head emerged from his boxers all on its own. Anne held him in her small fingers, feeling his pulse in the shaft, his flesh throbbing as it woke to her touch. Running her thumb over the ridge, she teased him, her fingertips finding each and every vein.

“Mm” Paul moaned, shifting his hips. “Mmm”

Anne sat up a bit and gazed down at him: Paul’s eyes were still closed, and she could tell that he was still asleep, his breaths deep and even. She decided not to shake his shoulder to rouse him… there was a much better way to do that.

Slowly sliding down his body, Anne licked her lips: god, but his cock looked dreamy in the moonlight. She pressed a hot kiss to the tip, his salty wetness transferring to her tongue. Anne brushed her tongue over the entire head and gently suckled, just enough to capture his taste.

“Mm, baby” Paul groaned, his head rolling to the right on his pillow, “Mmm… Suck me, baby…”

Without a second thought, she obeyed, quietly chuckling to herself: Paul must think that he was having one hell of a dream. Anne slowly lowered her mouth over him and managed to take all of him.

“So good” Paul moaned, grimacing in his sleep. “Oh, fuck…”

She had a slow, deep rhythm going now, her lips a tight seal over his cock. The thrill of having him in her mouth never got old. There was something incredibly heady about giving him such pleasure and being allowed to worship him in this manner.

“Lower, baby”

Anne paused, unsure of what he meant: he still wasn’t awake, and yet she didn’t find this the least bit bothersome… in her heart, she knew that he was e the thhe whe was the one pleasing him.

“Please, baby… lower…”

Anne realized what he was asking her for. Releasing his cock from her mouth, she hooked her fingertips into his waistband and slowly removed his boxers, having to sit up to drag them over his feet. The second that they were off, Paul spread his legs, telling Anne that her guess had been correct.

He kept his skin bare and clean between his legs: it was something that most wrestlers did simply because of the skimpiness of their wrestling trunks. Paul was no different…

She had always felt his heavy balls against her body when they made love, but she had never done what he was requesting for him, simply because he hadn’t asked. Now that he had, even though he was asleep, she wasn’t about to deny him.

Anne started slow, just bathing his flesh with long licks of her tongue. Paul moaned fiercely and raised his hips for her.

“Mmm, oh, god… oh, Anne…”

She smiled against his skin: the man was still dead to the world even if he was speaking to her. Still, the realization that he had called her name in his sleep told her that he did indeed love and desire her. Anne licked him a bit more and then she decided that it was time to wake him so that he could enjoy what she was doing.

“Paul” she cooed, rising up and kneeling on the bed. “Pauly…”

His head turned to the left…

“Pauly, baby, wake up and make love to me…”

As his body jerked, he gently snorted and immediately sat up, looking around through heavy eyelids. “Anne?”

She grinned at him, crawling closer and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Yep, it’s me”

“When did you get here?” Paul inquired, rubbing his eyes.

“About fifteen minutes ago” Anne replied, kissing him gently. “Why do you ask?”

“No reason… I was having a hell of a dream, babe”

“Oh, really?”

Paul nodded, yawning. “Yeah… You were in it and you were doing the most incredible thing…”

“Did icludclude my mouth and tongue on you?”

“Mm-hm” he answered. Paul couldn’t resist: she was so close, so warm and naked. He slid his arms around her waist and pressed his mouth to hers, sliding his tongue inside. Fuck, she tasted so good… Paul had to admit that his dream had really turned him on: he wondered if he could talk her into actually doing it.

Shit, he knew that he could get her to do anything: Anne showed him more love and consideration than any woman he had ever known. It had been horribly difficult for them to have time together in the last few weeks, but that certainly didn’t mean that he had been neglected; on the contrary, Anne had found ways for them to enjoy short trysts. Just two days ago, she had followed him into the men’s room while the crew had been out at a local bar… While Randy, Ric and Batista had been tossing back beers, Anne had been sucking him off in a bathroom stall in the same bar. Granted, he had gotten so turned on that he had insisted on bending her over and taking her from behind… He could still remember her muffled cries of bliss as she had stifled them in the hand he had over her mouth…

“So” Anne queried, breaking their kiss, “What exactly was I doing to you in your dream?”

Paul smiled: she always pushed the envelope. “You were sucking me” he answered, moving back in for a kiss.

“And?” she asked, pulling away before he captured her lips.

“What do you mean?”

Anne raised her eyebrow at him. “That’s not all I was doing. I mean, you were asleep, so you weren’t conscious for it, but….”

Paul stared at her. “That was real?” he inquired, shocked. “You were…?”

Anne giggled: granted, it sounded chead sld sleazy, but she said it anyway. “Licking your balls? Yes, I was…”

“I… Anne, I was asleep… I didn’t mean to offend you, I…”

“Paul, you’re getting flustered… It’s not like it’s dirty, as silly as it sounds when I say it out loud”

“Anne, you have to understand… I’ve asked women to do it before, they’ve all told me it’s nasty and depraved” Paul paused, swallowing hard. “I really appreciate it, but you don’t have to…”

Anne silenced him with a kiss and slowly lowered him down to the mattress: when she finally released him, he was breathless. “Pauly, will you do something for me?”

“Anything, baby” he answered, reaching up and stroking her face.

She grinned, placing tender kisses on his chest. “I want you to sit up so that you can see me, spread your legs for me… Then I want you to sit back and relax while I use my tongue and lips just the way that you want”

“Baby…” he started to protest.

“Not another word” she reprimanded, tapping his lips with her index finger, “unless it’s ‘more’…”

Paul’s heart was pounding in his chest: this was a wonderful fantasy for him. Using his arms, he propped himself up so that he would have a good view and, releasing a ragged sigh, he spread his legs for her.

Anne grinned in triumph and positioned herself between his legs…

She started by licking the head of his cock, then taking all of it into her mouth and sucking him deep into her mouth… She released him with a pop, smiling when he moaned.

Paul watched as she moved down further, nuzzling the base of his cock with her lips and then… oh, god, she was bathing his balls with long, wet strokes of her tongue, teasing him.

“Baby” Paul groaned, finding it hard to breathe. “Oh, fuck…”

“Do you like that?” she inquired, nibbling at him.

“Shit, yes… God, baby, you’re so good to me…”

“I’m all yours, Paul” she cooed. “Tell me what you want me to do…”

“Suck them” he rasped, grimacing with bliss. “Please, baby”

Anne loved it when he begged her: not that she required him to do that, it just turned her on that he felt such a desire for her ministrations that he would do that. Starting with the left, she drew his hot flesh into her mouth, finding it to be just as much of a mouthful as his cock.

Paul shivered, licking his lips as he watched her. It felt even more incredible than he had dreamed it would, and seeing her love him in this way… it was the most erotic thing that he had ever viewed…

She moved on to the right, suckling once more and then rolling the flesh with her tongue.

He had been fantasizing about this for so long, and her mouth was so talented, that he simply couldn’t hold on. “Oh… Anne… God, baby, I’m sorry… I’m so close”

“Don’t apologize” Anne responded between licks, “Just come for me, Paul… Come for me…”

Knowing that she wouldn’t mind, Paul wrapped his right hand around his cock and slowly began to jerk himself, grunting and grimacing…

So good, so fucking good… He fucking loved her… His fantasy girl, his sweet woman who was willing to fulfill his every need…

Paul came with a roar, his back arching off of the bed as his come landed on her cheek. He watched as much as he could of her continuing to slurp away at him, his cock covering her in his come, before his eyes shut with his bliss and he was lost to the sensations…

It took him a while to regain his senses: his blood was pounding in his veins, and he could barely breathe.

He heard soft sucking sounds, and, opening his eyes, he found that Anne had collected his fluid from her cheek and was now sucking her fingers clean. She was so fucking hot… “Get up here” he ordered, chuckling.

“What are you laughing about?” Anne inquired.

“I’m happy, baby. That was fucking incredible… and the way that you savor every last bit of me… shit, you make me feel like a king…”

Anne giggled as she moved up beside him, resting her head on his chest. “Well, you were ‘King of the Ring’ a while ago…”

“Can’t I be serious for a minute?” he chastised, running his fingers through her hair. “I take it that you used the excuse that I gave you?”

“I certainly did… I have to admit, I like finding notes in my bra…”

“Did you burn it?”

“Yes”

“Good girl” Paul complimented, rubbing her back. “I was going crazy without you”

“Even with our little rendezvous in the bathroom stall?”

“Yep” he answered.

“That little asshole Shelton bruised you” Anne commented. “I should have climbed in the ring and socked him”

“Nah, I can take it. I’m a big boy”

“You most certainly are” Anne agreed, emphasizing her words by taking hold of his cock once more. “Big and hard as fuck considering the orgasm you just had: your stamina is amazing”

“I only have this kind of stamina when I’m really turned on, Anne… and when I’m around you, I seem to be that way all the time”

“Paul… god, I love you”

“I love you, too, baby… That’s why I want you to get on your hands and knees”

Anne gazed up at him, cocking an eyebrow. “But Paul, you’re so tired…”

“Correction, I was tired… Now I’m horny as fuck”

“Very well” she whispered, grinning. Anne climbed onto her hands and knees, offering her backside to him.

Paul was up and on her in less than a second, molding his body to hers and placing kisses on her spine and the back of her neck. “You made me so hot in that stall that day, baby” he confessed, nipping at her shoulder. “I wanted to take you home and fuck you raw”

“Well, you have me now, Paul… I’m offering you all of me”

“Are you mine, baby girl?”

Anne closed her eyes and moaned as he ran his tongue along her spine. “Fuck, yes, Paul… without question…”

“Is this mine?” he asked, running his fingers over her mouth and sliding one inside for her to suck.

His finger left her mouth as he pulled it back. “Yes” she whined.

“Are these mine?” His hand squeezed her breasts one after another, pinching her nipples in the way that he knew excited her.

“Oh, yes…”

“Mm, baby… and this…?” His hand slipped between her legs and cupped her sex, adding pressure so that she groaned. Paul’s questing fingers next grabbed onto her buttocks and squeezed. “What about this?”

“Fuck, Paul… Yes…”

“That’s right” he responded, brushing his beard over her shoulder. “And my cock belongs to you… Do you want my cock inside of you?”

“Please…”

Paul knew that she was wet and ready for him. He entered her roughly, remaining molded to her as he began to thrust hard and deep.

“Oh, Paul… oh, shit!!” Anne howled, digging her nails into the mass. ss.

“I love riding you” he swore, pumping his hips into her. “Fucking shit, baby, you feel so good…”

Anne was feeling such ecstasy that her eyes were tearing: how was it that he always knew just how she needed to be fucked?

“Just like in the bathroom” Paul huffed, his eyes closed in bliss. “You taking everything I have to give, letting me fuck you so hard it’s brutal… oh, fuck…”

His words pushed her over the edge: she wanted him to be rough, she loved the way that he used her body and gave her great pleasure at the same time. “Paul… oh, god, I’m coming…”

“That’s right, babydoll” he replied, “You come around me and make me get off again…”

She could barely breathe: bright lights flashed behind her eyelids, and she was aware that he was climaxing with her, growling like a big cat.

They ended up on the mattress, lying on their sides, Paul still inside of her as he lay spooned against her back.

“Anne” Paul whispered, kissing the back of her neck, “I want you to stay with me tonight”

“Randy will go looking for me”

“I don’t care what you have to tell him, Anne… I want you here with me… I can’t bear the thought of you being away from me, the thought of Randy fucking you after what we just shared…”

“Paul…”

“Baby, I don’t ask too much, do I?”

Anne grinned: he was becomingly horribly possessive, and god help her, she liked it. “No, you don’t… I’ll stay, Paul… I’ll do whatever you want…”

They fell asleep a few minutes later, wrapped around one another.

Halfway through the night, Paul awoke her to make love again…

And again at dawn…

God help the both of them, they didn’t care if they were found out…

They were just too good ther.her.

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