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The Contract	By : sugarkisses Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 8616 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I own no one and nothing from WWE. I do not know Triple H or anyone else in the WWE. I make no profit from this story. This is a work of fiction!

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I awaken early the next morning: Paul is already up, and is playing with my hair. We’re still wrapped around one another in bed…
Oh, but it feels so good to be warm and in his arms, not to mention that our connection is still intact. I press a tender kiss to his chest and smile when he speaks to me.
“Good morning, honey” Paul breathes, running his left hand down my back.
“Morning” I reply, stretching a bit in his embrace. “What time is it?”
“Not sure… around six I think”
“You get up early” I comment: I can’t help but to yawn.
He chuckles at my reaction. “I like to go to the gym before work”
Well, that’s true: I’ve been in the gym with him some mornings myself.
“I was thinking about taking a shower” Paul continues, kissing my forehead. “Want to join me?”
As if I could say no to him: the very idea of being in the water with him has me excited. “Of course”
We have to pull apart in order to get up: I whine unhappily when his cock exits me.
Paul laughs, but is quick to apologize. “I’m sorry, baby… It has been awhile since a woman was upset that I pulled out of her…”
I’m beginning to think that Stephanie is crazy… I push the thought from my mind and follow him into the bathroom. We both take turns using his mouthwash. I relieve myself while he gets the water going, and then we switch places. The hot water from the showerhead feels wonderful on my skin. I’m quick to wet my hair and wash it so that I’m rinsing away the shampoo as he steps into the shower.
Paul waits until I’ve finished, and then he moves closer and slides his arms around my waist, pulling me back against his frame. Dear god, his muscular body is so hard against mine… Before I can say a word, he’s running a soapy cloth over my flesh, washing me.
“Thank you” I sigh, closing my eyes with bliss as he kisses the side of my neck.
“You’re so beautiful” he muses, allowing the spray to rinse my skin. “You make me so fucking horny”
I can feel his big, hard cock pressing to the small of my back… it’s driving me crazy. “May I wash you?” I query, pivoting to face him.
“Of course” he answers, handing me the wash rag.
I draw the soapy item over his shoulders and chest, noting with some fascination that I’ve left scratch marks upon him from the previous evening. “I’m sorry” I whisper.
“For what?” Paul questions, resting his hands on my hips.
“I scratched you up”
He gives me a sly grin. “I happen to like that, baby” he soothes.
I answer his smile: goodness, but he certainly can be naughty. I wash his abdomen and move lower…
Paul growls with pleasure as I tenderly clean his cock and balls. “Oh, sweetheart…”
We shift within the shower so that he can rinse his front: standing behind him, I wash his back and his beautiful ass, a devious idea forming in my mind. I allow him to quickly clean his short-cropped hair: but when he turns back around to face me, I’m ready for him. Although I’m shorter than him, I look into his eyes… dropping the wash cloth from my right hand, I reach out and capture his cock, stroking him.
“Baby?” he inquires, his voice tinged with both bliss and a bit of confusion.
I’ve been patient up to this point, but I can’t deny myself any longer. “I want to suck you” I announce, keeping my gaze firmly on his.
He cups my face in his hands and brings me in for a kiss: I refuse to let go of him even though his mouth is incredible. The moment that he releases me, I go down to my knees in front of him. Paul’s cock is nothing short of gorgeous.
I lick away the precome on the tip, loving the saltiness of it. I bathe the head and shaft with kisses and licks while he moans softly above me. By the time that I finally take his cockhead into my mouth, he has his hands on my head and is guiding me… but I have a few tricks up my sleeve. I begin to suck him in hard, firm strokes: Paul groans deeply at my actions and begins to pant.
“Oh, god, baby” he states through gritted teeth, “That feels so fucking good… suck me…”
I don’t have any plans to let go of him, he’s just too damn delicious. I go up and down his shaft at a medium pace: Paul pulls at my hair with his fingers, letting me know that he’s enjoying what I’m doing. The warm water from the showerhead cascades over the both of us…
“Sweetheart, mmm” Paul growls, starting to thrust his hips in time with my movements. “You keep that up and you’re going to get a mouthful of come…”
Oh, but that’s just what I want… I moan in agreement around him, which he really seems to like: I hear him groan loudly. Reaching between his legs, I find his balls with the fingers of my right hand. I caress him, feeling how taut his tender flesh is. I can tell that he’s close…
I release his dick from my mouth and go after his balls for a moment, licking and sucking left and then right. Above me, he is panting hard.
“Please” he begs, taking hold of his cock with his left hand and pressing the head to my lips. “Please, baby… suck it out of me…”
Like I could possibly resist: I’m so fucking turned on from pleasuring him. I open my lips for him, not the least bit offended when he pushes his hips forward and sheathes himself in my mouth. I gag a bit and have to adjust myself so that I have my hand on his shaft and the rest of him against my tongue. I suck hard and deep, wanting so badly to taste his orgasm.
“Oh, honey” Paul cries, his short fingernails biting into my scalp. “Oh, fuck, here it comes… I can’t stop it…”
I’m not sure why he’s apologizing, because it’s all that I want. His cock throbs on my tongue, shooting his fluid into my mouth. I suck him through his orgasm, hearing him roar with ecstasy above me. So salty and warm, so goddamn good… I swallow everything that he has to give, and only then do I relent, pulling back to deliver tender licks and kisses to his still sensitive cock.
It takes him a few minutes to regain himself: I do my best to extend his bliss, running my fingernails over the tops of his thighs…
“Baby…” Paul breathes. He takes hold of my shoulders and brings me back to my feet: clasping my face in his hands, he kisses me deeply, not the least bit taken aback by his own taste. Somehow, even as our tongues tangle, he turns off the water and gets us out of the shower.
We dry ourselves off in silence: he seems to still be recovering from his orgasm… but once we’re dry, he’s quick to take my hand and lead me back to the bed.
“Paul?” I query. He directs me to get back onto the mattress, which I do. Paul slides in next to me, turning me on my side so that the front of his body is pressed to my back.
“I have something to tell you, honey” he confesses, kissing the back of my neck.
My eyes close in delight as his lips trail over my skin. “What’s that?” I query, genuinely intrigued.
“I can come more than once” Paul whispers into my ear, stroking my left side with his hand. “I can come over and over, just like you”
I don’t know what kind of a reaction he’s expecting, but I giggle gleefully at his words. “That’s fucking awesome” I reply.
“You like that?”
“I’d be crazy not to” I retort, placing my hand over his on my hip. I can’t help my next question. “Are you telling me that she doesn’t like that?” I inquire, referring to his wife, Stephanie.
“Sometimes it annoys her when I want to go more than once” Paul answers softly, brushing his bearded chin over my shoulder.
I can tell that he’s actually nervous that I’ll reject him over this news: I move onto my back so that I can reach his mouth with my own and I kiss him deeply, stroking his cheek. He purrs at my embrace… “I’m here for you” I promise, breaking our kiss and smiling at him. “I absolutely love the idea of us coming together over and over…”
He gives me a huge grin in response to my words, placing his left hand on my face. “Oh, baby… You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that”
Closing my eyes, I lean in and embrace him, pushing my tongue against his: he’s quick to reciprocate and squeeze me close. Oh, but I love the feel of him, and it’s driving me crazy… “Fuck me” I beg, taking my lips from his. “Please fuck me… I need you…”
My request is enough to get him horribly excited: Paul pushes me onto my right side so that I’m facing away from him, planting kisses on the back of my neck. He presses his body to mine so that I can feel his hot, hard cock against me. Paul grasps my left leg and lifts it… I yelp with bliss as he enters me with a hard thrust. He goes still for a moment so that the both of us can enjoy the feeling of being connected once more before he begins to move… but oh my god, when he does, it feels so fucking good to me that my toes curl in reaction.
Paul pumps his cock in and out of me, with a steady, strong rhythm that has me keening. The fingers of his left hand are biting into my hip, the fingers of his right grasping onto the back of my neck to hold me still under his ministrations: as if I would possibly try to get away from him at the moment. All I can do is cry out in pleasure.
“Fuck, babe” he swears, nipping at my left shoulder with his teeth. “I fucking love your pussy”
I want to answer him and tell him that I adore his cock just as much, but I can’t seem to form words. He’s taking me so roughly that he’s veritably possessing me with every movement: I realize that his muscular legs give him the ability to mate to me furiously. On top of that, he’s hitting my spot again and I’m already beginning to shake with ecstasy… I have my nails dug into the sheets as I try to hold on.
Paul is very observant, though: he takes his left hand from my hip and reaches across my waist, taking hold of my left hand. I gasp with happiness at the romanticism that he’s showing as he squeezes my fingers with his own. He’s saying, without words, “I’m here with you and I care about you”. It’s beautiful to see this side of him (the giving lover), and absolutely mind-blowing that he feels that way towards me in the first place.
My cries are getting close to becoming screams now… He’s biting and sucking the skin of my left shoulder and moaning loudly with his own growing bliss. “Baby” he groans, starting to thrust even harder, “You’re going to make me come”
His admission burns through the haze in my brain and is more than enough to take me to ultimate pleasure: I suddenly come hard around him, my inner muscles pulsating with orgasm. The ecstasy that I feel is intense, but it gets even better as he peaks himself. I hear Paul growl and grunt into my ear… Our bodies spasm together over and over…
The next time that I can think straight, it’s several minutes later, and I realize that I’m a damned mess, gasping for air and trying not to tremble. Behind me, he’s in a similar state: I can feel that he’s pressing his forehead to my shoulder…
“Paul?” I whisper. “Are you okay?”
“SO much better than okay” he replies, his voice gravelly. “That’s two orgasms for me, honey… mmm, but I want to give you one more”
I giggle in a combination of happiness and nervousness: he just destroyed me with pleasure, after all. “Trying to show off?” I tease breathlessly.
Paul chuckles and does the cheekiest thing… he licks the back of my neck and whispers, “No, babe… trying to get you off… I want to make you see stars”
I can’t help but to laugh once more: anxiety ripples through me, though. He already makes me lose control… I can’t even begin to imagine what’ll happen to me if he takes me to the next level.
“Please” he implores, kissing my back softly. “Let me make you come again, baby… I’ll be right here with you”
Oh god, how can I say no? He squeezes my hand with his own to give me reassurance… “Yes, please” I breathe, pushing my ass back against him. “I trust you”
He must have been waiting for me to say those exact words: once I have uttered them, he sucks at the skin on my neck and begins to thrust into me once more, slowly at first. I’m still sensitive, so I can’t help but to tremble and whine…
“Easy, sweetie” Paul commands, stroking my back with his right hand. “I’ve got you… just let yourself go…”
I figure why not? I know that I’m safe here in his arms, safer than I’ve been in a long time: he’s a good and compassionate lover, and he’s going to take care of me…
Paul begins to thrust into me with greater speed and force, which makes me cry out involuntarily. Holy fuck, I’m losing it… I reach backward with my left hand and take hold of his hip, digging my nails into him.
“God, baby” he growls, placing his left hand on my bicep. “I love the way you react to me”
“Paul!” I somehow manage to yell. My mind is turning to mush as my second orgasm builds… if he fucks me much harder…
He’s thinking ahead of me: before I even know what’s happening, Paul is slamming his cock into my pussy, viciously fucking my spot.
My second orgasm hits me so hard that my entire body convulses: I’m vaguely aware that I’m screaming only because my throat hurts. I don’t know where I am, or even who I am… The pleasure that I feel is white-hot, and I’m lost to it, literally seeing stars behind my eyelids… I can’t control myself at all, he has made sure of that. My bliss seems to go on forever, at least while I’m conscious of it…
I think I may have actually passed out by the time that I come back to my senses. Behind me, Paul is moaning lowly: I can feel that he filled me with another load of his hot fluid. It’s difficult to catch my breath. I try to speak, but nothing comes out of my mouth…
Paul is pressing tender, breathless kisses to my back, trying to center himself. For the moment, I decide to just allow my body to recuperate.
I’m not sure how much later it is when Paul finally speaks, his voice low. “Sweet baby” he states, still kissing my flesh as he strokes my left arm in tandem. “That was so fucking beautiful… I loved feeling you lose control”
Oh my god, I’ve never felt so completely sated and cared about in my life, and I want to express that to him: yet I know that my words will fail me. I’m not sure how I manage to do it, but I maneuver my body so that I’m facing him without breaking our connection, which sends huge aftershocks through the both of us: Paul grabs onto my arms to still me, gasping at the sensations.
“Babe, what are you doing?” he queries softly, grinning at me.
I don’t reply verbally: instead, I press my mouth to his and kiss him as deeply as I can. Paul moans at my action and frames my face with his hands. I try to express my feelings for him with my lips and tongue…
He pulls back gently and presses his forehead to mine, smiling. “I take it that you liked that?”
“You’re so full of yourself” I retort, still fighting for air even as I tease him: I’m quite exhausted at the moment and my eyes want to close…
Paul gives me a loving, chaste kiss. “Don’t worry, I set the alarm for 8am… we can get some more sleep: as a matter of fact, I think it would be in both of our best interests to do so”
I giggle and press my face to his chest, the idea of sleeping so appealing to me. I’m vaguely aware of it when he wraps his arms around me and holds me close. He whispers something, but I don’t catch it as I fall into a deep, satisfied sleep.
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