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Spike stood in front of his kitchen sink, washing and drying the dishes that where left over from last night's Chicken Kiev. Spike wasn’t really doing much drying or cleaning. So the dishes were still wet and still dirty. His mind wasn’t on washing up.
It had been two weeks, two very long weeks, since that unforgettable night with his daughter's best friend. Right there on his kitchen floor. But of course, with great forbidden pleasure came the burden of guilt. In three words:
His Wife Jenny
Just in two weeks, his marriage had gotten way worse than before. From feeling the guilt of his unfaithfulness, he had tried to make his marriage actually work. He made dinner for just the two of them, the food came out wonderfully. But Jenny and he only spoke a few words during the whole meal.
Then making love didn’t go as he'd planned. He had the whole room lit with candles but Jenny made him blow them out. Because she hated having sex with the lights on.
Making love to his wife was unbearable, every touch, every kiss, it felt wrong. The only way he could get the job done was when he imagined that it was Buffy that was lying underneath him, moaning his name.
Spike could still remember everything about that night. How Buffy's pussy felt around his cock. How tight and wet she was. And how she tasted in his mouth. Those sweet juices that still lingered on his tongue. He had never tasted anything sweeter than her. The best part was how responsive and eager she was to have him. It had been a long time since Spike had had a partner who's passion equalled his own.
Suddenly, his thoughts were broken as the back door slammed open and shut and his teenage daughter raced in.
“Can’t talk now! Gotta shower, friend's coming over to study,” she called, dashing straight up the stairs. He heard the bathroom door slam.
“Right then. No 'hi, Dad, how was your day',” he thought to himself, going back to his dishes.
Finally after finishing the last set of the dishes, Spike dried his wet hands with the dish rag. Since Molly had a friend coming over, he thought he'd make himself scarce by fixing up his car in the garage. As he was exiting, there was a tap at the backdoor.
I Must be Faith or Cordelia, he thought.
He opened the backdoor. He felt the wind get knocked out of him when he set his eyes on the Blond Bombshell standing before him. Looking as beautiful as ever.
Buffy was standing there. Wearing a pink strapless tube top that was showing off her pierced belly button. Around her neck, a pink glitter butterfly necklace and a mini denim jeans skirt that was way above her knee. And a pair of brown sandals to finish the outfit. Her hair was down, the strands framing her face.
“Hello, Mr. Roberts,” she greeted him, giving a sweet smile, showing off her pearly whites.
“Hi, Buffy, um…come in,” he said, moving aside to let Buffy walk in. She did.
She walked over to the kitchen counter. “So…is Molly upstairs?”
Spike shook his head. He closed the door and walked over to where Buffy was leaning against the counter. He leaned against the fridge.
“Actually she's just gotten home. She hopped in the shower just a few minutes ago,” he explained. “But you can wait upstairs if you like.”
Buffy shook her head, “No, I’ll wait down here.…So, is your wife home?”
“Nope, she’s at her office…What are you girls working on,” he asked, changing the topic. He really didn’t want to talk about his wife with Buffy.
Buffy thought for a second. “I think history...or possibly math,” she laughed.
Buffy saw Spike give a little chuckle. She did love his laugh. His eyes, everything about him, made her all warm inside. Spike made Buffy feel different. He made her feel like a woman. Every since their night together, she hadn’t been the same. Buffy felt bad because she didn’t feel guilty about what happened. And if she had a chance to take it back, she wouldn’t. Not for the world.
Buffy used her hands to prop herself to sit on top of the counter. “I've been thinking about you, thinking about you a lot.”
Spike coughed. He didn’t except those words to come out of her mouth. But they did and he had no idea what to say. He wanted to say the same thing back, that she’s been on his mind a lot...but he couldn’t.
“I mean, don’t get me wrong, I tried to stop. But when I’m in bed or my kitchen you're all I think about,” she said, licking her lips.
Spike watched her pink tongue lick her pink, rosy lips.
“Buffy, now isn’t the time to bring up or discuss this subject at the moment,” he manged to say. He watched her bite her lower lip. In that moment he just wanted to kiss her.
“But you felt it right? The way we fit together, your body and mine,” she asked. Spike once again found himself inspecting between her legs.
“Buffy...We can’t. It’s wrong.”
Buffy placed his right hand on her thigh. It was so soft and warm. His hand slowly started to take charge on it’s own, caressing her thigh.
Buffy smiled at his action. “Tell me. Tell me you missed me.”
“Buffy,” he whispered.
“Tell me.” Her big green eyes drew him in, twisting him to her will.
“Fine...I miss you, so bloody much, I can’t get you out of my mind! You're all I bloody think about, dream about,” he got out in a rush.
“Really?” Buffy was a little shocked at his confession. It was what she'd been hoping for but dared not hope for.
“Yes, Buffy, you’re amazing. I know what I feel for you is wrong but I can’t help myself,” His hand moved way up her thigh. He came to a stop when he met her dripping wet panties. Spike pushed past the panties and ran his hand along her inner folds.
Her breathing became ragged as she felt one of Spike's fingers press against her clit.
He began flicking her clit making her moaned out loud. "Ohhh! Oh Spike! Yes!" Buffy growled, full of desire. She spread her legs a little wider, rubbing herself back against his fingers.
Spike was happily surprised to find that she was already wet. He started to move his middle finger inside of her. Slowly pumping in and out.
Buffy's eyes closed. Just enjoying Spike's finger that was pumping in and out. It felt so good.
“Do you like this, huh?” Spike asked, whispering into her ear.
Buffy panted. “Yes! Feels so damn good! Oh God! More, please,” she moaned, pushing against his finger. Spike nodded and pushed another finger into her warm heat. Spike buried his face in her neck. He started to pump harder. Luckily, he could hear that the shower was still on.
“Missed the feel of you!” Spike mumbled against her neck.
“Spike, talk dirty to me, please,” Buffy said in a low whisper.
Spike pulled back, his fingers still buried deep inside her. “What?”
“I want you to talk dirty to me, call me names,” she said, licking her lips.
“Like, you're such a naughty girl,” he said, pumping her harder. Buffy took a deep breath, nodding.
”Oh yes! More!” she begged. Buffy loved when the man was in charge. Sometimes she liked it rough. Spike with his sexy British accent, talking dirty to her, was a major turn on.
Spike had inserted another finger. Now there where three fingers pumping in and out of Buffy, all of them getting covered in her juices.
“You’re a dirty little girl, you’re a very bad girl! You’re my bitch!” he growled into her ear. At each word he pushed harder.
Buffy felt herself near ecstasy. But then she didn’t feel Spike. His fingers had removed themselves abruptly from her pussy. She frowned, panting.
“Why did you stop? Don’t stop!” she whined.
“Buffy, you down there?” Molly's voice called from upstairs.
Buffy eyes widen. She hopped down, fixing her skirt. She saw Spike at the sink with the water on, just looking at the water.
Molly bounded downstairs, all cheerful. “Hi, Buffy! Why didn’t you come up?” she asked.
“Oh, I wanted a snack. Umm, ice cream. Do you have some?” Buffy needed to cool down. She felt so turned on and needed some kind of release. But now Molly had to come downstairs! She didn’t get to finish what Spike started. His fingers were sooo fine but Buffy wanted that huge, thick cock inside of her!
“There’s some ice cream sandwiches,” she pointed to the fridge.
Molly sat down at the table, “Grab me one too, Buffy,”
Buffy nodded, taking two of them. Spike finally turned off the water. He watched both girls sit at the table.
“Mr. Roberts, come join us,” Buffy smiled.
Spike nodded and took a seat across from Buffy.
“So, what are girls studying,” he asked.
“History. Mr. Giles is being such a pain, giving us that stupid quiz. It’s stressing,” Molly whined.
Spike wasn’t really paying attention. He was watching how Buffy unwrapped her ice cream. She ate out the ice cream along the sides, licking the vanilla with her pointy pink tongue. She looked as if she were making love to it. Spike couldn’t help but feel aroused and his dick was starting to get hard.
Spike didn’t realize that he had blocked out every word Molly had said. Buffy loved teasing Spike. She knew his eyes never left her.
Buffy let her right sandal fall to the floor. Spike's eyes widened when he felt her toes rubbing the side of his calf under the table. He coughed into his hand, glancing at her. Buffy just grinned impishly with her tongue sticking out, licking a line up the side of her ice cream sandwich.
Molly kept babbling on, not noticing the sexual tension stretching between her best friend and her dad.
Buffy's foot journeyed upwards on Spike's leg. Buffy got as close to the table as she could without looking strange to Molly, so that her foot could reach all the way over.
Spike gulped as her dainty foot rubbed his thigh. He could feel himself rapidly hardening. Buffy's foot rubbing him, the way she looked licking her ice cream treat... She was driving him bug-shagging crazy!
"Right, Dad?" Molly asked.
"Huh? What did you say, luv?"
Molly blew out an exasperated breath and rolled her eyes. "I said, if we need help we can ask you, right?"
Buffy's toes curled around his package, stroking the line of his cock. She thrilled at how stiff he felt. He wanted her, she excited him!
"OF--" Spike said in a high voice, jerking in his seat, then he cleared his throat. "Of c-course, Molly. Anyth-thing you need."
Molly frowned at him. "You're weirder than usual today, Dad," she laughed. "Come on, Buffy. You can finish that upstairs,” Molly said, pushing her chair out. She stood up and headed towards the stairs.
Buffy did the same.
“Later, Mr. Roberts,” Buffy smiled, before hopping up the stairs.
“Bloody hell,” Spike sighed, laying his head down on the table.
“Yes! Finally done,” Molly smiled, shutting her history book.
Buffy smiled after spending the last two hours trying to cram everything about Pearl Harbor into her head.
Of course, Buffy knew she hadn’t learned anything. Since Spike was the only thing that was running through her mind.
Molly stood up and checked herself in the mirror. Then looked out her bedroom window and smiled. “Well Warren's here and we're going to the movies so, I’ll see you later,” Molly said, grabbing her bag.
“My dad can give you a ride if you want.”
Buffy nodded, hiding a secret smile. 'I'm hoping there will be lots of riding in my near future.'
Both girls walked out of the room.
Buffy stood at the top of the steps. She could see Spike working under the hood of his black DeSoto. She stood in complete awe of him. He was shirtless. She could see sweat running down his fine, muscular back.
“Fixing your car?” she called, making her presence known.
Spike smiled at the sound of her voice. He turned around to see Buffy running down the steps. He wiped the oil on his hands down his thighs.
“Yeah. Finished studying, I’m guessing? Is Molly still upstairs?”
Buffy shook her head, “Uh-uh. She left with Warren. We're done studying for today. Molly said to ask you to give me a ride.”
“Did she now?”
“Uh-huh.” She smiled seductively. "You going to give me a RIDE, Spike? I need a ride soooo bad."
He couldn't fight it. This girl drove him wild! Spike walked over to her and pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her against his dirty, sweaty, oil streaked body.
“Mmm, sweaty Spike,” Buffy smiled against his lips. "The star of my many fantasies."
Buffy jumped up, her legs wrapping around his waist. He easily supported her with his hands cupping her ass. Buffy sucked on his neck, tasting his luscious flesh. The tang of his flesh and the light sheen of perspiration covering him. Mmm!
“Been dying to fuck you!” Buffy sexily whispered into Spike's ear, nipping at the lobe. Buffy suddenly found herself slammed up against the cold wall.
“Ohh Buffy! Been dreaming of cumming inside you! Ahh! Wanting to having my dick shoved so deep inside you!”
Buffy felt herself get more wet at his words. She also felt the hardness in his jeans poking at her. She needed it just as much as he did. She needed him!
“Screw me, Spike! Spike me on the hood of your car!” she yelled, licking her lips.
Spike sucked on her neck. “Is that what you want, Luv, huh? Being fucked on the hood of my car?”
“Uh huh! Oh yes! Yes, I want that! Fuck me! Fuck me NOW!"
Spike laid her down on the hood of his car. They began kissing passionately, groping and moaning into each other's mouths. Tongues plunging and wrestling, lips gnawing.
“Too many clothes!” Spike said, beginning to pull at Buffy clothes. He pulled Buffy’s pink top over her head and threw it to the floor. His hands reached around to work at the clasp on her pink bra.
Buffy smiled, panting for breath. "Front clasp!"
Spike smirked, swiftly bringing his hands back around and undoing her bra in record time. He bent over her breast and began to suck and lick on one nipple, as his other hand pinched and rubbed the other one.
Buffy thrashed her head against the hood. "Oh fuck, Spike! Ohh, suck my tits!"
Buffy's fingers ran into his curls as he attended to her breasts. She loved the way he touched her, she loved the way he kissed her. She loved his hands, they were so soft and warm. An artist's hands. Long, deft fingers, warm palms with just the perfect amount of roughness to them.
Spike removed her skirt, sending it to the cold floor with her other clothing. Then he pulled at her matching pink thong.
“You're so beautiful,” he said softly, looking at her youthful naked body that was laying before him. "You drive me mad!" He kissed her lips. Buffy moaned into the kiss. Spike's lips started traveling down her body.
And once again, he found himself nested between her silken thighs.
Spike licked her protruding clit leisurely and steadfastly before sliding his tongue down into her slit. Once again the taste of her filled his mouth. Delicious. He beginning eating her all up, licking her all around, his tongue dipping into her pussy. Buffy cried out in passion.
“Ahhh Spike! Your tongue is freaking amazing! Oh God! Oh yes!” she yelled out. Lucky they didn’t need to worry about anyone hearing the moans and screams, since Molly was at the mall, and his wife was at office. Otherwise they would have been discovered for sure!
Buffy knew that she was about to cum any second now. Her body trembled like a leaf, her moans rose in volume. Her body went completely rigid for a moment, then started convulsing crazily. She felt herself cum right into Spike's mouth in a warm gush. His tongue kept wriggling against her, slurping up her juices.
A ragged scream tore from her mouth, “Oh yes, Spike! Yes! Ohhh, I'm cummming so much! Oh GOD! Best--EVER!”
Spike lapped at her trembling sex for a few seconds longer, until Buffy's shaking started to subside. Then his lips traveled back up her body reaching her lips.
Spike kissed her deeply, shoving his tongue into Buffy's mouth, caressing her tongue with his. Buffy could taste herself and she felt herself getting turned on even more than she was already was.
“Mmm, Buffy, tastes so sweet,” Spike moaned between kisses. “I love your taste, I could eat you up.”
Buffy smiled against his lips, “I like the sound of that. Eat me up until there's nothing left.”
They kissed and rubbed against each other. Buffy ached to be filled with his meat.
“I want you! Spike! Please fuck me,” she panted, moving her hands down to his jeans. She started pulling at his jeans zipper. She put her hand down the front of his jeans.
“Someone's being naughty!” she smirked, grabbing his hard on. She couldn’t believe he wasn’t wearing any underwear or boxers.
Spike sighed in pleasure at her touch. “Like that, me being the naughty one?”
“Ya, but I have a better idea,” she smiled.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” he asked, biting her lower lip.
“You want to stick your cock up my cute little ass?”
Spike had never been so hard in his life. Jenny never liked it up the ass, and she always liked it one way. She mostly liked it on top. She liked being the man, the one in charge. But Buffy, she liked it anywhere and everywhere. She was the answer to Spike's prayers.
“Are you serious?” he asked, lifting his eyebrow, hoping that she wasn’t just teasing.
“Of course. Don’t tell me, the Mrs. doesn’t like it from the backside?”
“Let’s not kill the moment, kitten,” Spike said, tracing an index finger along her lips.
Buffy smirked and began sucking on it, her tongue stroking his finger.
“And I meant it, Spike. You can stick your hard dick up my ass. I want you to fuck every hole in my body.”
Within seconds Buffy was pulled off the hood. She felt Spike's back pressed against hers. She laughed at his eagerness.
“I need some lube, or something,” Spike said, looking around the room.
“Oil? Can we use that?”
"Not motor oil, but...hang on." He groped her ass once more, then sped off up the stairs, taking them two at a time - which wasn't easy considering the raging erection he had.
"Hurry, Spike!" Buffy called, her heart racing, her blood pumping in anticipation.
Spike came running back down with a bottle of cooking oil in hand. "This should do," he said, catching his breath. “Might make quite a mess, don’t you think?”
“Who cares?” Buffy said, wiggling her cute little ass in front of Spike. She had her hands pressed down on the hood.
She was so damn tempting! He couldn’t wait to fuck her ass and cum inside of her.
Spike greased his dick up. He slid a slick finger into her ass, slowly and carefully loosening her up. It felt strange to Buffy, but good. He was being so gentle that it didn't hurt at all. His cock was so big though, that she worried that it might hurt a lot.
Finally, Spike was ready and was now standing behind Buffy. She had never taken it up the ass but she wanted Spike to be her first.
“Is this gonna hurt?" Buffy asked, feeling the tip of Spike's dick near her ass. “I..I never did it this way,” she explained softly.
“Just for a bit, but then I promise it’s going to feel real nice. If you don't like it, please tell me right away, okay?”
Buffy nodded, bracing herself on the car.
Spike started pushing slowly into her tight hole.
“Shh, it’s alright. Want me to stop?”
"NO! Don't stop! Don't take it out!" Buffy gritted her teeth.
Soon Spike was settling inside her. She was so tight around his cockhead. His arms wrapped around her waist, slowly pushing himself more into her.
Spike took her hips in his hands and began pushing deeper into her ass.
“Ahhh Spike, this is nice," she groaned.
“So.. tight, Buffy! So bloody tight!”
Buffy was shuddering and breathing hard, now that Spike's long hard dick was inside her.
"I’m going to start fucking you now, slow at first, 'kay?" Spike panted into Buffy's ear. She was still breathing hard but she nodded.
Spike started a gentle rocking motion, moving in and out slowly as he told her he would. Soon they both groaned as they gently fucked for a few minutes.
"Ahhhaa!" Buffy moaned. "Oh yeah! Fuck my ass, Spike! Please ! Start fucking! Harder - more!!"
“Right!” Spike did as he was told.
“Spike! Talk dirty to me like before! Like in the kitchen!” she moaned out loud, hands still on top of the hood, making sure she didn’t fall.
Spike kissed the back of Buffy's neck. He started to pound into her harder.
”Like that, huh, Buffy? Liked being fucked up the ass!? Do ya!? You’re a dirty little girl, Buffy!” Spike growled.
Buffy's body had never felt so alive. Spike made her body crave him, like a drug addict craved drugs. Spike was Buffy's drug that she couldn’t get enough of.
“Spike, more please!” she screamed out. One of Spike's hands traveled to the front of Buffy and started to finger her clit as his dick pumped her ass.
“Ahh yes! Fuck! Don’t stop!”
Buffy could feel herself about to cum.
”Ahh Spike I’m… I’m…,”
”Cum for me, babe, cum for me,” his voice whispered in her ear.
And that’s what she did. She let herself go. Within seconds, Spike followed shooting her with his semen…
Both panting, trying to catch their breath.
“Damn, you made my skirt and shirt all dirty with oil and my body's all dirty too,” she laughed. Spike give a little chuckle.
“Sorry, Kitten,” Spike said, nibbling on her neck.
“It’s fine, I’ll just need to take a shower when I get home is all,”
“Yummy, Buffy all wet, I like that idea.”
The phone began to ring. Spike decided to let the answer machine pick it up.
“Spike? Where are you? You're supposed to be home.” The sound of his wife's voice came on. “It’s important.”
”Umm, I better go get that,”
Buffy nodded and Spike headed upstairs.
Buffy finished slipping on her clothes. She heard Spike talk to his wife and she decided it'd be best if she sneaked out.
“Thanks for the ride, Spike,” she said softly, before leaving the Roberts' house.
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