His tongue gently swirled around her erect clit, causing her to buck underneath him. She twisted, trying to get away from his wet mouth and at the same time, being a slave to the pleasure he was inflicting on her.

“That’s right, luv,” he encouraged, “come for me.”

She let out a low moan that set him ablaze with lust and caused him to grow even harder than he already was. As she came, he gently lapped at her pussy, coaxing her through her orgasm.

He quickly wriggled out of his pants, nearly tearing the fabric to shreds. As usual, he was wearing no underwear beneath them. She was still in a storm of ecstasy when he took his hard cock and positioned it at her entrance. He slowly pushed himself inside of her, causing both of them to hiss.

“You’re so hot and tight,” Spike moaned, “it feels so good.”

He began to fuck her with tempered thrusts, gradually increasing. Her cries of bliss were music to his ears. His thumb found its way to her clit and circled the nub.

“Spike,” she called, “I’m almost there! Please don’t stop!”

Her eyes were tightly shut, as if the pleasure was too much for her.

“Slayer,” he rasped, “Buffy… look at me!”

Her eyes opened and they conveyed one emotion… need. Need for him. For this. Forever.

He gritted his teeth and pounded her into the mattress, his thumb working its magic on her clit.

She let out a wail as she came, her vaginal muscles squeezing his cock. He stopped moving, fearing he would shatter if he didn’t.

Buffy lay there for a moment, quite sated and content until she realized that he had not come yet. She pushed him over onto his back and rose over him. She took his cold cock in her hands, and used her own juices as lubricant as she started to stroke him.

“Buff… almost,” he groaned unintelligibly, “want… in…”

She stopped the hand job she was performing and slowly inserted his staff into her pussy.

Looking up into her eyes, Spike issued a challenge. “Slayer,” he said gruffly, “ride me as hard and fast as you want.”

The Slayer started moving at a rapid pace, up and down on his aching dick. He still held on, wanting to make the moment last.

Suddenly, he felt her mouth at his throat, and she bit down on his neck. It was enough to cause him to go over the edge.

And his world exploded into a million different pieces.

***

Spike awoke with a happy smile on his face and reached over to cradle Buffy in his arms. However, all he discovered was a bare spot where the Slayer *should* have been.

And his heart sank when he realized that she was gone.

Silently, the tears streamed down his face as he was reminded once again that she wanted nothing to do with a monster like him. No matter how much the monster tried to be a man, he was still just an evil, disgusting thing.

“I’m just a common whore to her,” he said out loud to himself, “that stupid bint doesn’t know how good she’s got it.”

Spike forced himself to clear his mind and it wasn’t until three hours later that he finally got back to sleep.