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As Buffy stared at him with a face full of innocence. Her big, green eyes wide and her lips slightly parted he began to wonder exactly why he was so drawn to this girl. He'd only met her last night. But from that moment on he only thought of doing wonderfully devilish things to her sweet body. He knew it was wrong too. But who was he really to care, yeah? Him and Angel hated each other with a passion and were always so competitive. Competitive about their cars, their parents, sports anything that could become a competition to them - was.

And what made Angel think Buffy would be any different?

Bringing her over here and letting her introduce herself to Spike was the worst thing Angel could have possibly done for their relationship. But then again - Angel was never that smart in the first place.


"So..what are you in the mood to talk about, luv?" he ran a finger over her shoulder and then withdrew it while she tried desperately to ignore it.

"How are you and Angel related?"

"Mom. Unfortunately."

"You don't like your mom?"

"Oh yeah, luv, I love my mom. I hate Angel."

"Why?"

"He's a poncy wannabe."

"I --"

"Don't even try to defend him, pet. You just don't know, yeah?"

" Alright. "

"Anyways. What about you, any brothers or sisters?"

" I have a younger sister...Dawn...she's okay sometimes."

"Yeah, what about your parents, you like both of them?" he pulled a cigarette from the pocket in his jacket and set it inbetween his lips, lighting it until the tip was glowing a cherry red. He inhaled sharply and exhaled a large cloud of smoke.

"You want one? Or ever had one?"

"No...I've never had one.." she answered innocently.

"But...you want one?"

"I guess..i could try it. Trying it never killed anyone, right?"

"Course not, luv." he pulled another one out of his pocket and instead of handing it to her, stuck it right inbetween her lips. He lit it for her and she inhaled sharply. Choking on her first taste of smoke which Spike found incredibly cute. Most of his girlfriends knew how to smoke and do every drug ten ways from sunday. It was refreshing to see she had other hobbies - obviously - then getting high.

"So I'm guessing you're a cheerleader, yeah, luv?"

"Angel tell you?"

"You have a tight, little cheerleader body. Kinda hard not to notice it."

Her cheeks automatically flushed a bright, bright red and she smiled shyly. Something Buffy Summers was never known to do. But this guy made her want to continuously flush in the face from all the sexuality he just presented so openly all the time.

His accent, his chiseled body, defined cheek bones, gorgeous blue eyes and slicked back platinum locks were like pure sex to Buffy. And a relief from the big, brooding, doe eyed jock she'd been dating for three years now.

Her and Angel were...well not a completely sexual couple in a lot of ways. Meaning Angel who was a lot less manly then he claimed to be infront of his friends and really was indeed a romantic. He liked generous amounts of foreplay and soft, sweet missionary style sex. Even when they had sex in the locker room she always had to be laying down and he always had to do it soft and nice.

And since Buffy's first and only was Angel she'd only ever experienced soft, missionary style sex. Not the rough, hard pounding in different positions and outfits and public places she'd come to find so sexy over the years.

"You're well cute when you blush, luv." he flirted and ran a finger over her reddening cheek, "I wonder if that flush would look just as good on your ass..."

"What?" she jumped. Completely surprised he'd said that.

"Has Angel ever spanked you, pet? Cause from what I can see you have a well nice ass for spanking."

"No.."

"And has anyone else?"

"He's been...my only..." she blushed brighter and Spike grinned.

"Stand up for me and turn around."

Buffy did as she was told because she just couldn't say no to him. He was far too sexy to deny. She stood up from the couch and moved in front of him. Turning around so her curvy, but tight ass was in his face.

"Take 'em off." he said and puffed once on his cigarette.

"Spike...should we be...doing this..." her voice had become low and husky.

"Yes..." he said with a dirty grin, "That ponce obviously doesn't satisfy you anymore, Buffy. I want to. Even if it's getting you off by making you strip and masturbate for me."

She moaned and undid the button on her shorts and let them fall around her feet. Kicking them off. Leaving her in only a hot, pink g-string and the soft pink cami.

"Good. Now.. take the shirt off and face me." he almost demanded her. And it made her very hot.So she slowly slipped her shirt off and shook out her hair. Tossing the cami onto the floor with her shorts. To his surprise she wasn't wearing a bra and when she turned around her perky, firm breast with their hard pink nipples were revealed to him. He could feel his dick straining against his jeans and his need to see her totally naked.

"Now. Take that off." he pointed to the g-string and she obediently and quickly slipped it off.

"I want you on my lap. Now Buffy." and again, she obeyed, straddling his lap so her pussy was well spread out and she looked like a porn star.

At first, he just began gently rubbing her clit with his middle finger. Pinching it occasionally while he used his other hands to tweak and tug at her impossibly hard nipples. She was writhing and whining in his lap and grinding against his cock. Eventually he slipped a finger in, then two. Pumping in and out of her. Set on satisfying her like Angel never had and making her want to come back for more.

"Spikeeeee." she groaned and he couldn't help but grunt at that.

"That's it, baby. Say my name again."

"Oh God...Spike. Fuck me." she whined.

"All in good time, kitten." he told her and she stuck out her bottom lip in an irresistable and sexy pout.

He leaned forward and nipped it with blunt teeth. This was everything Angel had done to her. And now that she'd had a taste she didn't know if she could ever go back. Her fingers found their way entangled in her honey blonde strands and instead of him finger fucking her she found herself wildly bucking against his fingers. Riding them like a pro. And it only made Spike wonder what she'd look like bucking on his cock.

"Yeah, luv. Ride my fingers like a slut."

She never knew words like that could turn her on. But oh boy did it ever. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around a rock hard nipple and began expertly sucking on it. Spike seemed like he was made for sex. His fingers, his mouth. And she could only imagine how he could make her feel with his cock burried inside her.

She rode his fingers and arched her breast into his mouth until she couldn't anymore and finally spasmed and let a gush of wetness run down his fingers. He fingered her and sucked on her perfect tit until she rode her orgasm out completely and lay her head down on his shoulder.

"I hope you're not tired, goldilocks. Cause we're not even close to done yet..."





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