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Part four...
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"Other guys come and go
They may try, but they don't know
Every girl needs special
care.."
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Halfway up the stairs, he had her pinned to the
wall. With his hands holding her bottom
and
her legs wrapped around his waist, he was thrust-
ing vigorously in and out of her. His mouth devoured
hers,
as their hips clashed in brutal rhythm.
* * * * * * * *
They climbed out of the shower and Buffy stood
patiently
while Spike dried every inch of her with a
soft towel.
When he was finished, he pulled on his jeans,
then buttoned
her up in the shirt he had been wearing.
"You look adorable," he said, smiling down at her. The
shirt reached below
her knees, and he had to roll the
sleeves up three times to find her hands.
After kissing him for the compliment,
she grabbed
his hand and led him downstairs to the kitchen. Sitting
on the counter, he watched as she melted chocolate
and
washed strawberries.
Some of the chocolate actually did coat the fruit. The
rest of it....
* * * * *
* * *
In the living room once again, Buffy stood up to
adjust the curtains. The moment she leaned over
the back
of the sofa, he was on his feet behind her,
rubbing his crotch against her bare bottom.
Sliding his arms around
her waist, he lifted her and
moved her to the end of the sofa. "Bend over."
She lowered her upper body over the
padded arm
of the couch, and braced her feet on the floor.
Spike lifted the tail of his shirt, pushing it up until
it
was around her waist. He slid his hands back
down, fondling and patting the curves of her rear.
"So pretty," he
murmured. Sending one hand around
front, he rubbed her labia with his fingers. "And so
fuckable."
Buffy's eyes
nearly crossed. "Well...what are you
waiting for?"
He snickered. "What do you want, gorgeous?"
"Fuck me,"
she demanded.
"Just like that?" He attempted to sound shocked and
appalled, but couldn't quite carry it off. "You
know, when I
was a young man...a young MORTAL man....we'd have
called you a wanton hussy for talking that way. A right
fast
piece of goods."
"Piece of what?"
"Never mind," he said, shaking his head as he continued
to caress her.
"Somebody's very wet."
"Spike," Buffy fretted. "Stop teasing."
"I'm not teasing, luv. You're really very
wet and...hey!
Down you get!"
She tried to straighten up, fully intending to walk out
on him and deal
with things herself, but he forced her
back down, a little roughly.
Buffy felt a definite twinge down in her vitals.
She tested
him by trying to raise up again, but was shoved back
into position.
"Get down and stay down," he said,
lowering his voice
to that demanding husky growl that always gave her
goosebumps.
"What if I don't want to?"
she asked, pretending to struggle
with him.
"I didn't ask you what you wanted," he replied, giving her
a firm
slap on her rear. "Be still until I tell you to move."
Holding her breath, Buffy obeyed.
"That's a good little
girl," Spike praised her. Holding her
down with one hand, he undid the fastenings of his jeans
with the other and pulled
out his erect shaft. Leaning forward
a bit, he rubbed the head of it against her moist sex. "Still
want me to fuck you?"
"Uh-huh,"
she nodded, digging her fingers into the sofa
cushion.
"Beg me!"
She could practically hear the grin he was
sporting in his
voice. Rolling her eyes, she said, "Please fuck me, Spike.
Please. I really need you."
He
rewarded her by slipping the head of his dick into
her. "Want a little more?"
"Oh, yeah," she moaned, perfectly
sincere. "I want it all."
She tried to push back against him for a deeper pene-
tration, but he prevented it. "Hold
on, baby," he said,
burying himself with one violent thrust.
Buffy emitted a harsh grunt. "Unh! Oh...oh, God, yeah!"
He
moved one hand up her back and took a handful
of her hair, yanking her head back. "Tell me you like it."
"I like
it," she panted as he began to thrust and with-
draw. "I like it...I love it...harder...do it harder!"
His hips
began to ram forward. "Lift your ass a little
bit more."
Buffy raised up on her toes, bracing herself more securely
against
the sofa.
With one hand on her hip, and the other still fisted in
her hair, he began to plunge faster into her.
His balls
impacted softly against her thighs.
"Such a beautiful ass." His voice was husky and
a little
strained. "Like a peach. Soft and firm at the
same time."
She responded with a whimpering little moan.
"You
like it when we fuck like this...don't you? When
we fuck like animals."
Buffy tried to speak, but her voice just
wouldn't
cooperate. She nodded.
"Push back against me now...that's right...pretty
girl...so fucking pretty."
Spike released her hair and took a firmer hold
on her hips, pounding into her like the animal he
claimed
to be.
She became wetter and more pliant with every
hard thrust. When she felt him reach around and
begin to
finger her clit, she exploded with a burst
of pleasure that started in her sex and radiated
throughout her body.
"Oh...fuck!"
he grunted through clenched teeth. "Your
pussy feels like a fist when you come...way it squeezes
me..."
He surged
into her, pumping furiously. It wasn't
long before she felt his entire body stiffen for an
instant, then his hips jerked
in spasms of pleasure
as he ejaculated.
Collapsing forward, he covered the back of her
neck with sloppy kisses.
"Buffy...baby," he groaned,
holding her tightly. "My beautiful little..slayer."
She smiled, reaching behind her
to caress him. "My
vampire," she murmured possessively.
"Yes...yours, luv. All yours."
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"He's
so bad, he's so good
Makes her feel just the way it should
Nobody else can take her there
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"I've always
wanted to do this."
"What...wrestle me into the back seat of your car?"
"Uh-huh." He pulled on her legs
until she was reclining
against the seat cushions. "Been keeping it nice and
clean, just in case the opportunity ever
presented itself."
After a short break for nutritional purposes, he had
ordered her to go upstairs and dress in
the most demure
and schoolgirlish manner she could put together. Since
her wardrobe didn't exactly qualify, she'd raided
Dawn's
closet and came out in a plaid skirt, a white button down
shirt her sister had outgrown long ago, and a pair
of white
knee socks and black loafers. She had then gone to the
rather silly extreme of putting her hair in pigtails
and tying
a red ribbon around each one.
When she'd presented herself for inspection, Spike had
nearly been salivating.
Grabbing
her hand, he had hauled her out to his car
and practically thrown her into the back seat, then climbed
in after her.
For safety's sake, he'd pulled the car into the
garage and closed it's door behind them.
Then, turning to face her,
he'd explained the roles they
were going to play.
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"Come, on Buffy....just one kiss. Just
a little one?" he
coaxed.
"That's what they all say," she replied, trying to sound
sixteen again. "Then I kiss
them and they turn from a
sheep into a wolf. No."
Spike moved a little closer. "Well, you can't blame a
fella,
Buffy....you're so pretty. A guy looks at you, all
he can think about is kissing you." He slipped one hand
around
her shoulder.
Although she couldn't manufacture a blush, she giggled
softly. "Really? You think I'm pretty?"
"Oh,
yeah," he said sincerely. "You're the prettiest girl
in the whole school." Tilting her face up with one finger
under
her chin, he gave her his most charming smile.
She placed one hand on his shoulder to hold him
back. "Well....I
guess one little kiss won't hurt."
Spike put his hand on her waist and pulled her a little
closer, then pressed
his lips to her tightly closed ones.
"Open your mouth, Buffy," he said, pulling back.
She looked at him in simulated
horror. "Ewww...you
want me to french kiss you? That's not a little kiss."
He grinned. "But, they're the best
kind of kisses."
"Yuck...no way."
"You ever done it before?" he asked.
"No....have you?"
"Yeah...it's
great. Let me show you. If you don't like
it, I'll stop."
She gave him a doubtful look. "You will?"
"Swear
to God."
Before she could say another word, he pounced.
* * * * * * * *
When they finally made it back
into the house, carrying
their clothing, it was nearly 5:00 in the morning. Sunrise
was no more than a hour away.
Locking
up the doors, Buffy turned out the downstairs
lights and grabbed Spike's hand. "Come on."
He gave her a puzzled
look, although he followed after
her to her bedroom.
Watching as she closed and locked the shutters, he
began
to dress.
"What are you doing?" she asked, climbing into bed.
"Getting ready to go," he shrugged. "Night's over,
luv."
Buffy glared at him. "The night may be over, but you're
not going anywhere."
He stopped buttoning his
shirt. "I'm not?"
"You're not," she said firmly. "Now, come to bed and let's
get some sleep."
Spike stripped
everything back off and joined her in bed.
"You sure about this?" he asked, pulling her into his
arms.
"Yeah.
Now, go to sleep. I'd say you've earned a little
rest, and....you'll need your strength," she said, snuggling
down against
him. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight, luv.....sweet dreams."
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"He's the real thing
The pure delighter
He's
the all-nighter..."
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The End
(I know that last part in the car seemed cut short,
but as I was writing it,
I had a great idea for another
story starring a teenage Buffy and Spike. Gotta
write it down)
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