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Spike watched Buffy in the darkness of the Bronze as she stepped onto the dance floor, swaying her hips. Her movements hypnotized the man in him while soothing the beast within. She aroused him the way no other woman could. Drusilla had nothing on Buffy. He smiled, happy when he found her, having patrolled every cemetery looking for his Slayer. He continued to watch as she let the slow sensual music predict her movements.

Spike loved what she was wearing. The very short black skirt barely covered her heart-shaped bottom, the tight screaming fuchsia mid-riff baring top showed the outline of her small bosom. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples pushed against the spandex forming the shape of rock hard pebbles. The ridiculously high black stilettos exaggerated the length of her toned legs, making them look sexier. Her calves flexed as she moved across the dance floor awakening his cock inside its denim prison. Her heavily painted face and pouty glossed lips made her look like a whore, his whore. He smelled her arousal, wanting to taste her like he had so many times before. The need for her was strong and the powerful connection he shared with her called for her human warmth and blood. He was going to fuck her tonight and the next night followed by the next.

A crowd of drooling men and women gathered around her. Buffy had that same affect on him and she knew it. The tingling on the back of her neck seemed to strongest when Spike was near followed by an uncontrollable wetness in her panties. She looked over her shoulder seeing him transfixed on her sexual dancing. It was his fault. She ached for him the way she has never for anyone before. Angel had nothing on Spike. The slow heat burned between her legs for only him. She was no longer sexually repressed. She was free, alive and unashamed to indulge herself with him. He claimed her a long time ago, biting over Angel's marks hundreds of times. She was going to have him tonight. She skipped patrolling and instead of just going to his crypt, she wanted to do something different. She knew he would come looking for her like he did every night. He owned her pussy, having told him so many times before.

After the song ended, she looked over her shoulder once more then ran out the door, knowing he would follow. She managed to make it two blocks away when he caught her, settling her against his erection. His hands retained ownership of her ass and he cradled it firmly, kissing her and licking his marks. Buffy grinded herself against him while her wetness soaked into the tiny cotton triangle of her thong panty.

"You don't know what you do to me."

Buffy looked down at his arousal.

"I think I have a pretty good idea."

Spike growled, pushing Buffy against the wall.

"Every time I see you, you do things to me that make me want you."

"Keep talking so I can see those sexy lips moving."

"See, luv"

"Take me right here, fuck me until I scream."

"Here pet...but someone is watching."

Buffy searched around until she saw a homeless man staring at them, drinking his whiskey and waiting patiently for the show to begin. She looked back at Spike with an innocent smile turning wicked.

"Let him watch"

"That's my girl"

Spike backed Buffy against the side of building, lifting her skirt up to reveal a barely there sheer thong.

"Rip them"

Spike obliged, snatching them from her body, leaving a red wilt on her bronze skin. He licked the wet triangle space potent with her juices.

"Christ, Buffy" He whispered.

Buffy smiled then said the magic words, "Fuck me"

Spike's cock flexed in response. He tugged at his belt.

"Not here"

He pulled back, looking confused.

"There" Buffy said, pointing to a discarded mattress leaning against a dumpster.

"Are you sure, pet?"

She kissed him hard on the mouth, holding him by sides of his face. There were only three words to describe the kiss, hot, sloppy and wet.

Tearing her mouth away from his, she whispered "Does that answer your question?"

Spike was unable to disagree. He pushed the tattered structure to the ground, removing his duster to spread it on top of the mattress. He pulled Buffy by the arm, bringing her to her knees then he pushed onto her back. He removed his belt with one hand while pushing her skirt high up with the other. She helped him. He used the threaded end of his black leather belt to slap it against her wet pussy. Buffy cried out feeling the splashed juices on her inner thighs as her body jerked upwards. The slight stinging on her clit from the hard leather only made her wetter. Riley had nothing on Spike. He covered her swollen clit with his with his cool lips, dulling the pain and enhancing the pleasure. Spike held her thighs and tasted her cream colored dew, leaving wet trails that dried in the breeze. Old cigarette butts, discarded wrappers, and bottles traveled passed them from Mother Nature's breath but it didn't stop the firmness of his tongue from forcing her folds apart. When the coolness of the talented instrument found her opening for several long sexually thrilling minutes, Buffy's head bent back to an almost impossible angel. Spike submerged himself in her essence because tasting Buffy was a prerequisite.

Buffy spread eagle for his viewing pleasure, receiving a handclap from the bum witnessing his version of soft porn. Ignoring the applause, Buffy reached for him to anchor herself, wishing she had something to hold onto. Sheets or a headboard was her preference but she chose the spot and now she had to endure it. The material of his coat offered little help. She was coming, settling for gripping Spike's head but still managed to be partially lifted from the mattress.

"Oh God Spike...aghhnn....yes...aghnnnnnnnn."

Spike looked up from her juicy refuge to see her coming. He loved watching her come. Her face had taken on a new kind of beauty that he wished she could see. He made a mental note to make sure the next time would be in front of a mirror. He crawled up her body with a cat-like grace, entering her then quickly retreating. Buffy sighed and he purred while he continued to enter her and retreat. Spike had a huge cock but she enjoyed the bittersweet feeling between that thin line of pain and pleasure. She was riding that line now and loving it.

Spike had felt her sucking him, pulling him deep inside her wetness. Buffy was bucking with as much force as he pushed. The pressure was building and building from the welcomed intrusion. Spike lifted himself above her, pressing hard against her g-spot with strong sure strokes. He watched her with affection while they touch, fondled and fucked then he lowered himself to her mouth to lick her lips then he said.

"Suck my tongue"

Buffy caught the tender flesh of his tongue into her mouth, sucking it until a blood red hickey appeared. As his thrusting became more intense, the lover's gasps had broken the kiss. Her liquid heaven came bursting forth to mix with the waves of his cold ejaculate. Spike changed into game face, biting over Angel's claim again. He continued thrusting until he softened then collapsed onto her petite frame, angling his head just enough to lick and close the wound. Spike had turned Buffy out like a red-hot light.

The End

A/N: Please review...I thinking sequel.




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