"Wait until we get to my room," Stephanie attempted to order Paul as she even more futilely tried to shove the huge man away from her a little. All it would take was for the elevator doors that she was pinned against to open and the wrong person to be standing there and the whole WWE would know that she was screwing the boss. It might be something that she badly wanted to do but it was not something that she wanted to advertise. She had of course not realised that it was already too late for that thanks to their lack of discretion in the bar.

That was a problem for the future, the problem for now was that Paul seemed insistent not to wait so Stephanie shoved his chest again and said, "Jesus, just wait. We'll get caught." She imagined that some women might have felt unnerved by his forcefulness but Stephanie found it a turn on. She wondered what she had actually done to drive him this wild as tonight was the first time she had given him any hint of the feelings she had for him.

Thankfully Paul had managed to separate himself from her temporarily as the elevator doors slid open on the fifth floor, her floor. The coast was clear in any event as the hallway was empty. Stephanie stepped out of the elevator and she could feel Paul's presence right behind her. She decided to play with him a little and walked a little slower than she usually would. He obviously picked up on the fact that she could go faster as he urged, "Come on, what room is it?"

With a grin that was unseen by the man behind her Stephanie reached the door of her room but as she attempted to swipe her key card in the lock she accidentally dropped it onto the dark blue carpeted floor of the hallway. Behind her Paul grunted in frustration and gruffly said, "Come on."

As he watched Stephanie bend to pick up the key card Paul was presented with a perfect shot of that amazing, perfectly shaped, obviously firm ass in her tight jeans right in front of him.

A gasp of surprise escaped Stephanie as she felt Paul grinding his erection into her ass and heard him ask, "What about in the ass Stephanie, huh?"

Instantly surprised and nervous as she had never been fucked in the ass before Stephanie stood, holding the key card in her right hand as she said nervously, "I don't know Paul... I've never done that before."

Clearly this was not time for discussion or experimentation as Paul simply urged again, "Get the damn door open then."

Turning back to the door Stephanie swiped the card in the lock and it did not work. Paul informed her impatiently, "I'm going to fuck you out here in a second." Stephanie giggled as she finally managed to unlock the door at the same time as she said, "Easy tiger."

She was almost shoved into the room as he assured her, "Nothing easy is going to happen here. I already told you I'm going to fuck you harder than you've ever even thought about being fucked before." He had already almost torn his pants open as Stephanie kicked the door closed. Any lingering hopes of some romance or at least some foreplay quickly vanished as she began to remove her own jeans. Suddenly she was in the air with Paul's hands supporting her under her ass and she was almost slammed into the hotel room door. She wrapped her arms and legs around him for support and she knew what was coming now.

Luckily the encounter in the bar and even more so the one in the elevator had gotten her more than wet enough to receive him as that was exactly what she was about to do. Paul grunted loudly as he forced himself into her and then he was on her again with those forceful, frantic kisses. She had originally thought that they were passionate kisses but now she realised there was no passion at all in this encounter. This was simply both of them getting some release from the desire that they had for each other, the desire that had been eating them both alive.

Paul knew that after how long he had been waiting for this it was not going to be an impressive performance. There was no way he was going to last long enough for Stephanie to come before he did, that was for sure, not that he gave a shit about that. He was kissing Stephanie McMahon, he could taste her, he could feel her tongue fighting against his own. Even better he was fucking Stephanie McMahon. Right now, up against her own hotel room door, he was doing it and nothing would change that. He would never have to wonder again what it would be like, wonder if he would ever have her. There would be another time for a more romantic, more impressive performance of that there was not doubt. Many more times in fact.

With her back repeatedly banging against the hotel room door and Paul driving himself into her seemingly as hard as he could Stephanie could not help the first quiet scream that escaped her or the subsequent ones which grew louder with each of his almost unrealistically powerful thrusts. He felt amazing inside of her, like nothing she had experienced before. He seemed to completely fill her, It was not even over yet and already she wanted more of this. Paul's deep, panted breaths also filled the room as he somehow managed to pound into Stephanie even harder, not even thinking that the sound of her back crashing against the door in rhythm with his thrusts could probably be heard throughout the length of the hallway outside as could her increasingly loud screams.

Stephanie had never been drilled by a man like this before but still she forced herself to stop screaming so that she could challenge Paul between gasped breaths and frantic kisses as his long blonde hair fell over her face, "I thought I was going to get it hard?"

The huge man let out a growl, the exact reaction she had hoped for and slammed himself into her even harder and she felt him begin to shake as he continued to do so and then before she could reach the peak of her own pleasure she felt him explode into her with something approaching a cry of relief. Stephanie gasped out a few breaths as his thrusts decreased in their intensity. She realised that this was going to be it, she wasn't going to be allowed to come. He was going to bail now, it was all over so quickly.

Paul had pulled out of her and she was lowered back to her feet. Clumsily brushing her messy hair behind her she asked quietly, sadly, "That's it isn't it? You're going to leave?"

The look in his eyes was almost the look he would give to a defeated wrestler in the ring. He had conquered her and now he was finished, it was finished, "I have to leave. I'm married Stephanie you know that. My wife is on the floor above this one."

Stephanie summoned the courage to say, "Fuck your wife, I want more."

Paul pulled her roughly to him and kissed her again. For a long moment she returned it and she was back in heaven but then as quickly as he had started it he ended it again by pulling away and saying, "There will be more I promise... but away from Trish. I'll fuck you all night long the first chance we get. I promise."

Suddenly dreading the prospect of him leaving to go back to his wife and being left in her room alone Stephanie wrapped her arms around him as if she could force him to stay in her room and pleaded, "Don't promise me if you don't mean it. I want more Paul, you drive me wild."

Gruffly Paul assured her, "I do mean it. You drive me wild too, I think that much is obvious. The first chance we get away from Trish you won't be able to keep me off you, trust me. I have to go."

With a final kiss and a sad, "Ok," from Stephanie, Paul turned and left the room. The door clicked closed behind him and Stephanie was left staring at it, aching for it to open again and for him to return but it was not going to happen. She was a confused mess of emotions but most of all she just wanted more of Paul Levesque. Why did that bitch Trish have to be in the picture? As she headed into the bathroom to take a shower she told herself that she had some nerve thinking of Trish as a bitch. Trish was married to the man and she was the one that had just fucked him. She was the bitch, obviously. The realisation that she did not care was what surprised her the most. All she wanted was Paul and not just for some quick throwaway fuck against a hotel room door either. She wanted him, really wanted him.

A smirk adorned Paul's face as he pushed the button to summon the elevator. He had fucked Stephanie McMahon and left her begging for more. This was perfect, two incredibly hot women screaming for his affection and he had more than enough to share around. Time to take the elevator up one floor, return to his room, take a shower and then give the other one a fucking good pounding too. Having already released some of his considerable load into Stephanie would make his performance for Trish a lot better. He definitely had more than enough left for her that was for sure. This was certainly a lifestyle he could get used to. He entered the elevator and used the mirror on one side of it to fix his shirt and replace his hair into a tidy ponytail. No one would ever know.

If only he'd had some indication of the shit storm that awaited him the next day that smirk would definitely not have been on his face, nor would the expectation of continuing this kind of lifestyle been in his mind. Paul was in for more than one big surprise, his days of treating women like objects were already over. He just did not know it yet.