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“Congratulations, Miss Summers. You’ve passed your driving test!”

Buffy’s eyes lit up as her brain registered her driving examiner's words. “Oh, Mr Williams, how can I ever thank you?”

Spike Williams fixed his blue gaze on the petite blonde sitting next to him and looked around at the DMV parking lot. It was practically empty, Buffy having been his last test candidate for the day. It was late and dusk was already settling over the town. Add to that the tinted windows of the car and a breathtaking idea was forming in Spike’s mind.

Buffy met his gaze and realised at once what was going through his head. Not that she had any reservations. Spike Williams was gorgeous – his bleach blond curls fighting against the gel and his hot, tight body was barely concealed by his black trousers and shirt.

Desperate to touch him, she brushed her hand over his knee and up his thigh, stopping just shy of the huge bulge forming in his pants. At the same time she leaned in just enough to whisper in his ear.

“Actually, I think I know exactly how to thank you, Mr Williams,” she said, before sucking on his ear lobe and then blowing on it.

Spike groaned and pulled her into his lap. Her legs immediately straddled him so that his hot hard cock pressed up between her legs. Her mini skirt had ridden up and the heat of her was almost scalding through his jeans and the thin layer of lace that made up her thong. She pressed her mouth to his, their tongues doing battle, as he pushed her sweater up to expose her bare breasts. Her nipples were hard and he moved his head down to suck on the stiff bead.

“Harder,” Buffy moaned, her fingers diving into his hair and freeing it from its gel prison. He obeyed her command and sucked harder, gently biting her in the process which made her buck her hips against him.

Pulling his head back up, she again attacked his mouth with hers, before grabbing hold of the material of his shirt and pulling it apart, the buttons flying. Her hands pushed the garment off so that she could run her hands over his marble-like torso.

His mouth was now at her neck, biting and sucking at her pulse point. She could feel her panties getting wetter and wetter and she desperately wanted him inside her so that she could come. In the absence of that she began to grind against him, her movements getting faster when she felt his hands grasp the exposed cheeks of her ass to aid her.

Every movement hit her clit, sending sensations skating through her and making the pressure in the pit of her stomach increase. She could feel her orgasm building. Just a little more.

Buffy cried out when he stopped her, his hands holding onto her hips to cease her movements and her whole body shaking with the need to come.

“Goddammit!” she yelled, glaring at him. “I was so close.”

Spike smirked at her angry look. “Don’t worry, pet. We’re only just getting started. Now I know you’re caught up in your success, but how about you let me drive for a bit.”

Not waiting for an answer, he thrust his hand between her legs, pushed aside the lace and began to rub her clit. Buffy gasped, his touch rushing her straight back to the precipice she had been teetering on seconds earlier. Juices flowed from her hot pussy onto his hand, allowing him to feel how wet he made her.

“Please…Mr Williams…oh…please…” Buffy bucked against his hand as he rubbed harder, her head flung back, her eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure flooded her. The pressure was overwhelming and she could no longer hold back. “Oh…Mr…Williams…gonna…cum…”

Keeping his thumb pressed against her clit, Spike abruptly shoved three fingers into her, pushing her over the edge. He grew even harder as he felt the tight walls of her pussy clamp down on his fingers. With his other hand resting in the small of her back, he let her ride out her orgasm into she fell slack against him.

“Oh God…oh God…oh God…” she whispered into his neck.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’d prefer it if you just called me Spike.”

Looking up, she saw him grinning and she smiled back. “Wanna tell me where you got that name from?”

“That’s for me to know…”

“…and for me presumably to find out.”

Still smiling, she lifted herself off his lap to slide back into the passenger seat. Mistaking her move for rebuff, he pouted. Seeing it, she laughed.

“Don’t look so sad - I’m not finished with you yet,” she told him, her hand moving to undo his belt buckle and unzip his jeans. He groaned when his cock sprung out into her hands. His breathing sped up as she began to pump it, her thumb rubbing over the head on every upstroke.

“So were you impressed with my use of the stick shift?” she asked him, her hand moving faster.

“V…very impressed…Miss Summers…” he managed to reply. “Your…shifting skills are…second to none.”

“Well, maybe I can impress you even more,” she said, before leaning over and taking his cock in her mouth, her hand still pumping him at the base. Hollowing out her cheeks, she began to move her head up and down, sucking his huge cock into the hot cavern of her mouth, her tongue tracing the veins and flicking over the sensitive spot beneath the head.

“Oh…fuck…Miss…Summers,” Spike bit out as he felt her hand move so she could deep throat him.

Suddenly, his hands fisted in her hair, pulling her mouth from him and stopping her ministrations, before hitting the lever which made the chair go horizontal. “I wanna taste you too,” he said.

Realizing what he had in mind, Buffy moved back and then swung her body round so that they were in the sixty-nine position. His saliva wet cock was in line with her devouring mouth and her perfect pussy in reach of his thrusting tongue.

Pushing her outer folds apart, he licked her from top to bottom, another gush of her juices being his reward. Her hips jerked as he flicked his tongue over her clit before moving back to thrust his tongue inside her, mimicking the act he would later perform with the cock that was being treated to the best sucking he had ever experienced.

As he alternated between fucking her with his tongue and sucking on her clit, she sped up her movements. He felt his balls tighten at the swallowing motion of her throat and knew that if he didn’t stop now, pretty soon he’d be shooting his load into her pretty pink mouth. Not that he didn’t want to, but right now, all he craved was the feeling of her tight pussy strangling his cock.

“I wanna be inside you, luv…”

Hearing his plea, she dragged her mouth from his cock, scooted down and then turned so she was facing him once again. Grabbing hold of her hips, he pulled himself back into a sitting position. He kissed her and she tasted herself on his tongue. It was intoxicating. Taking hold of his cock, she positioned it at her entrance and then slid down onto it. Both of them groaned at the sensation.

“Jesus, luv…so hot…so tight…”

He allowed her to set the pace and as she began to rise and sink on his cock, her juices pooling at the base, he began to raise his hips to meet her bucking movements. They quickly established a rhythm, the head of Spike’s cock brushing against the super-sensitive bundle of nerves inside her with her every thrust.

One hand had returned to the small of her back while the other pinched her nipple as he nibbled on her earlobe.

“Oh Spike…” she moaned rejecting the ‘Mr Williams’ moniker she had been using up until now. “You feel so good inside me…so hard…so big…”

“Oh, kitten, I can’t get enough of your sweet, sweet pussy…”

“You’re gonna make me come, Spike…all over your cock…”

She was close, he could feel her muscles fluttering and starting to contract. And his tightening balls signalled that he wasn’t far behind. Leaving her nipple, he moved his hand down to rub her clit, making her gasp out load, before moving his other hand from her back, pushing past the lace and dipping his thumb into her ass.

Buffy screamed at the new invasion and came, her pussy milking him for all he was worth. That, together with the feel of her scorching heat surrounding his digit, pulled him into his own orgasm and he let go, his cum shooting inside her.

It took so much out of him that for a few minutes all he could do was lie back on the still horizontal seat and try to remember how to breathe. As for Buffy, she curled around him, sprinkling kisses all over his face and neck.

“Mmmm, Spike…that was incredible.”

“That it was, pet.”

“You know what? I think I like having a driving examiner for a boyfriend. There’s just so many perks…”

The End

A/N: Not that I plan on putting 'His Dirty Little Secret' on hiatus, but I've had another idea for a fic knocking about my head, so I'm posting the summary here and I would love to know what you all think. If you like it, I will start to post chapters but not at the expense of 'His Dirty Little Secret', I promise - my first fics are my priority *dodges bullets from all fans of 'Nice To Naughty'*

Anyway...here it is...at the moment its called 'Who Am I?', but that may change and its inspired in part by the BtVS episode 'Who Are You?' and in part by some B-movie I saw a few weeks ago.

Who Am I?

After getting on the wrong side of mafia boss, Liam Angelus, Riley Finn ends up in hospital. Unfortunately for Angelus, Riley’s girlfriend, Buffy Summers knows all about their dealings so he puts out a hit on her. But in order to keep his nose clean, he gets one of his associates, Spike Giles to make the arrangements and Spike decides to employ the services of infamous hit woman, Faith. But the job goes awry when Faith winds up dead and Buffy decides to take matters into her own hands. To help her boyfriend out she needs to get close to Angelus and the only way to do that is to get close to Spike – by impersonating Faith.

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