1999

Getting to his hotel room, he opened the door for her, why did he feel so nervous, god he was The Undertaker for Christ sake, yet this young girl had him on edge. He knew he wouldn't be her first, but he was damn sure she was still innocent in some ways. Since leaving his ex, he had played the field, drinking and women, one night stands, yet that had all stopped because of Sara, his feelings ran a lot deeper than he was willing to admit. Locking the door he threw his bag down in the corner and pulled her into his arms, just as she stood on her tip toes to reach his lips.

Relaxing in to the kiss, Mark deepened it, his need for her strong.

"Shall we darlin?" he put his hand out for her to take, feeling her small hand slide into his with such trust, he guided them to the bed. Sara felt her heart accelerate this was happening it was really happening, her nervousness welled up inside of her making her sick, oh god what if she wasn't good enough for him, too young, not experienced.

"Baby girl whatever is going on in that head of yours forget it ok" cradling her face in his hands he moved in for another kiss, his lips more urgent, more demanding, his tongue exploring deep inside, mimicking the movements his cock ached to do.

Sara's arms went around his neck, he was so tall, so big in every way, as she felt his hands fall to her hips, then slide up her waist to take her shirt off. Sara had always looked after her body, but the diva's and ring rats that Mark saw on a daily basis, were so much better than her.

"Sara, you are beautiful darlin, you have nothing to worry about, feel me, feel what you do to me sweetheart, only you" Her eyes watched as he removed his clothes, her eyes glued to his muscles he was wonderful to look at so big, taut and how the fuck was that going to fit in her.

Seeing her fear he pulled her close, his mouth trailing feather light kisses down her cheeks onto her shoulder, his hands reached to cup her small breasts feeling the fullness, of them, lifting them for his mouth to feast on. She could feel her panties getting wet, with anticipation of having him inside her, his teeth bit her gently making her moan as her body lifted to his.

Sara tilted her head back allowing him access to her neck, not able to stop the moans as he licked and sucked, his fingertips now pinching her nipples sending waves of pleasure down through to her core. With every touch , her need for him deepened. She could feel his hardness pressed against her, reaching down she touched the silkyness of it,delicately afraid of hurting him.

"Please baby, harder darlin, yes oh god yes like that" his head went to her neck as he bit again trying to control his desire, the sensation of his bite encouraged the quicker harder movements of her fingers. Mark's fingers pushed her thong out of the way slipping into her wet folds, feeling her heat, her wetness all for him.

"Darlin you are so wet for me, so bloody hot I want to burn in that heat" his mouth worked down over her slim body, his long tongue making a path down her to her clit, she screamed his name as his mouth closed around her, sucking and licking it until she couldn't take much more. Curling her fingers in his long hair, as he skilfully lapped up her juices, before giving her clit a massage with the flat part of his tongue.

"Mark I want you, I want to feel you inside me" grabbing her hips he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed, his breathing deep, as he tried to get some control back, feeling the tip of his cock at her entrance she almost came.

"You ok there darlin" all she could do was nod

"Tell me if it hurts ok baby, I'll try and be gentle" he knew he was big in that department and he was not going to rip this little one apart, he could do gentle, well he fucking hope he could.

With a gentle push, he was inside her, making the pain go into melting pleasure, he moaned as his body adjust to being inside her

"Hell darlin you are so tight" Mark thrust into her back and forth, as the waves of pleasure flowed through their bodies, he grinded hard against her, picking the pace up faster.

"God Mark please fuck me harder" was that really her talking, he had got her so horny, feeling him slam into her, she felt her orgasm coming, her muscles clenched around him threatening to milk him of everything, Mark panted above her his own release coming

"Come with me darlin,, god baby come with me" squeezing him again, she went over as Mark followed, screaming her name.

PRESENT DAY

It had been months since that row on the phone, Mark had stayed out of their lives, pity he couldn't keep his life out of the news, every paper had pictures of him cuddled up to the home wrecker as Sara now called her, made her feel better. She was feeling better about herself, her confidence had grown, her weight back down to how she was when she had first met him. She had even dyed her hair brown, it suited her made her features look softer, even her agent had been happy with it, In fact she had three bookings next week for photo shoots, yes things were looking up for her. She knew deep down Mark would be back on the scene, in fact it would be sooner rather than later, the one thing Mark hated was her modelling career, he didn't think it was right her flaunting her body for others to see, she was his to admire not for other men to wank over whenever they wanted.

They had, had many a row over it, and the make up sex was rough and hard, how she had loved those rows, he was a passionate man, when you had sex with Mark it was a full work out, that could leave you drained for days. She remembered him compromising, well he thought it was, if she gave up her modelling career, he would have Vince give her the job as his valet, ride on his bike down to the ring. She had agreed for awhile, thinking back, the raw sex was the best, hot and fast, she loved those times, especially after he had had a match and still had the adrenaline running through his veins, now that was the best sex. Now the home wrecker had that fucking honour. Sara smirked to herself, Glenn had let it slip awhile back that Michelle couldn't keep up with him when it came to sex, well at least that was one up on the bitch.

Hearing her mobile go off, she grabbed it, fuck no rest for the wicked eh,

"Yes Mark"

"I want the girls in two weeks, is that enough fucking notice"

"Yes we are all fine thanks Mark, don't worry I think the girls have an empty space in their busy schedule"

"Cut the sarcasm, Sara, it's not you"

"And how the hell do you know what is me anymore Mark?, you haven't even contact the girls to speak to them, they think daddy has fallen off the damn planet"

"Well they are still young they will get over it"

"NO MARK THEY DAMN WELL WONT, DO YOU KNOW THOSE TWO CRY EACH NIGHT FOR YOU, EACH FUCKING NIGHT AND YOU DON'T CALL DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW HARD IT IS TO WATCH TO HEAR THEM, AND NOT BE ABLE TO TELL THEM WHEN YOU WILL BE IN TOUCH"

"WELL YOU CAN ALWAYS GET THEM TO CALL ME"

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE MARK THEY SHOULDN'T HAVE TO CALL YOU, THEY ARE FIVE AND TWO YOU DUMBASS,YOU ARE THEIR DAD, A FUCKING SHITTY ONE AT THE MOMENT BUT THEIR DAD AND FOR SOME UNKNOWN REASON THEY STILL LOVE YOU"

"ENOUGH LITTLE GIRL, DROP THAT ATTITUDE YOU KNOW I HATE IT, I HATED IT WHEN WE WERE MARRIED AND I HATE IT NOW"

"WELL FUCK YOU MARK I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT YOU LIKE"

"DON'T MAKE ME COME AND SEE YOU SARA, YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT WILL HAPPEN"

"MARK YOU LAY A FUCKING FINGER ON ME AND I WILL HAVE YOUR OLD DEAD ASS ARRESTED, TEXT ME WITH THE DATES NOW FUCK OFF"

Slamming the phone down, her peaceful moment had gone, she would have to speak to her lawyer, they couldn't keep going for each other's throats like this, it wasn't doing either of them any good, if they made contact through the lawyers that would be better, could she really cut all ties with him. Even though they shouted at each other, she could still hear his voice, how sad was she, she hadn't gotten over him at all.