Gonna Make You Love Me

Genre: BtVS
Title: Gonna Make You Love Me
Author: Ayla
Email: ayla@buffysmut.com
Website: www.buffysmut.com
Summary: Buffy decides to surprise Spike.
Spoilers/Timeline: None, Season 6 after B/S get it on.
Rating: NC-17, Het, Oral, Anal
Pairing: Buffy/Spike
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and I do not profit from this story. All rights are retained by the original creators of the show.
Distribution: Bad Girls, www.buffysmut.com, and anywhere else as long
As this entire header is on and you tell me where it is going.
Improve #47 - Ryan Adams Song Title Fic
Author Notes: Not Betaed by humans

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Buffy lay in Spike's bed, heart pounding as she waited for Spike to
come home to his crypt. Despite her fevered denials that what they
shared was nothing more than meaningless sex, she could not deny that
her body was hotter with anticipation than she had ever been with
Angel or Riley. The Slayer thought back to their recent illicit
encounters, and the thought of Spike touching her, stroking her,
fucking her, increased her arousal.

Earlier in the evening, Buffy had waited until everyone else had left
to go to the movies. "Gotta patrol," was the only excuse she had
offered as Willow had lingered in the doorway. Over the years Buffy
had come to realize it was the excuse that no one ever questioned.

She waited until the slamming car door outside silenced the muffled
voices of her sister, Willow & Tara before she made her way upstairs
to stand in front of her closet. Her wardrobe was obscenely large,
but Buffy knew that tonight she had to wear the black leather corset,
the one she had never worn before. She had purchased it on a whim
years ago, after the run in with Evil Willow.

It was tighter on her than Buffy expected, but it shaped her breasts
and figure perfectly. She slowly rolled the elastic topped black
stockings up her smooth, muscular legs, and then drew up the matching
black thong.

Buffy caught sight of herself in the mirror, and drew in a breath.
She had dressed herself for him, for Spike. Her clit throbbed as she
completed her outfit by pulling on high, soft leather black boots.

"Oh yeah," she muttered as she stared at herself in the mirror one
last time. She laid a hand on her inner thigh, caressing the bare
skin that peeked out so white against the harsh black of her outfit.
Buffy drew in a shuddering breath as she drew her hand up higher, to
where the tiny black triangle of leather hid her blonde curls.

"No," she told her self firmly, and pinched her nipples through the
corset, trying not to picture Spike's teeth nipping them into hard
points. Anticipation would make reality that much sweeter. She
turned from the mirror, and threw her patrol clothes in a bag. Then
she slid on a black trench coat and slipped out into the night.

Buffy had known Spike would be out tonight since it was delivery day
at the blood bank. His crypt was dark and deserted. "Perfect," she
said to herself. She made her way to Spike's bedroom and threw her
bag and coat in a corner before sliding under the covers of the large
bed.

So here she lay, waiting for Spike to come and find her in his bed.
The Slayer's ears pricked up as she finally heard the creak of the
door and muffled footsteps above, heading down toward her. Buffy bit
her lip, trying not to whimper in her excitement. Her pussy was so
wet she was sure she had already ruined the thong.

"I could smell you upstairs," Spike said. His voice was low and
thick. He came to her and threw back the covers. She was spread out
on his bed, pinned by her desire and his hot gaze.

"You're a naughty girl, pet," he finally said, drinking in the erotic
sight. He kissed her hard, his tongue went into her mouth with
force. The smell of her awakened memories of their other encounters
and he was instantly rock hard. Spike moved his hands possessively
over her body, over the leather corset, cupping and squeezing her
breasts. His head was filled with the smell of leather and lust.

Spike reached down and cupped her pussy, sucking in an un-needed
breath at the state of her arousal. He pulled her off the bed. "On
your knees," he ordered, and Buffy sank to the floor in front of
him. She unzipped his pants with trembling fingers and exposed his
cock to her hungry gaze. The Slayer flicked her tongue over the head
lightly before drawing him fully into her mouth. Spike cradled her
head in his hands, urging her forward as he fucked her willing
mouth.

"So hot, so wet," Spike murmured. He moaned as Buffy explored him
with her lips and tongue. She knew just what he wanted, and
concentrated on running her tongue up and down the underside of his
shaft before returning to the butterfly flicks of her tongue on the
tip. Buffy felt him grow bigger and harder in her mouth and felt
his legs start to quiver.

"You're mine. I own you," he said. Buffy gazed up at him with
glazed eyes, and nodded. He reluctantly pulled away from
her. "Stand up and turn around." Spike's eyes drank her in. "Turn
around and bend over. " Slowly she obeyed him. His cock jumped at
the sight of her perfect ass bisected by the thin leather of her
thong. "Play with yourself," he said hoarsely.

Buffy did as she was told, and Spike watched her play with her pussy
and ass. He swore he could see beads of moisture on the curls that
sprung around the thong.

"Take that thing off and bend over the bed," Spike ordered. She bent
before him, and he pulled her ass cheeks apart with his hands. "I
love fucking you this way," Spike whispered as he slid his throbbing
cock into her wet pussy. He held her hips and guided her back and
forth as she moaned and shuddered against him.

"Oh yes," he panted, and then he lifted one hand and brought it down
on her ass cheek with a sharp slap. Buffy squealed as she jumped,
and her pussy squeezed his cock. He smacked her ass again, hard
enough to leave red handprints, and her wiggling excited him further.

He stopped and slipped out her, ignoring her noises of protest. "Lay
back on the bed and spread your legs, luv." Buffy quickly obliged,
and Spike pulled at her pussy lips, opening her wide for his questing
mouth. He licked her clit and ran his tongue down the length of
her cunt, savouring the smell and taste of her. Buffy moaned and
grouer ser swelling clit against his mouth.

Spike thrust a finger into her, and brought it up to her mouth.
Buffy eagerly licked and sucked on it, tasting herself. He gently
pulled it free, and put his wet index finger in her ass crack. He
found her small tight hole slowly pushed his finger into it.
Buffy's eyes flew open in shock,

"Spike - no . . ."

"Shhh, pet. Trust me."

She stared into his eyes, and then she nodded. "I trust you," she
whispered. He sloweganegan finger fucking her.

"Tell me you want my cock in your ass," he said.

"I - I want it." Buffy managed to say. The sensations he was causing
in her seemed to have melted her brain.

"How much do you want it?"

"Oh, god, Spike . . "

"How much do you want it?"

"Please, oh please, fuck my ass," Buffy pleaded. Spike gave her a
final lubricating thrust with his finger before he pulled it out. He
positioned himself above her, and gazed into her eyes.

"You ready, luv?" he asked gently. Buffy stared back up at him half
delirious with desire.

"Yes, yes, Spike, please," she managed to say.

Spike pressed the head of his cock against her asshole, and slowly
pushed forward. Buffy shook her head side to side and mumbled
incoherently as he slid past the tight ring of her sphincter.

"Oh, god!" She cried out, but when Spike tried to stop, she grabbed
his hips with her hands and urged him on. Spike felt her muscles
suddenly relax, and he slid into her to the hilt. He groaned at the
tightness and heat of her, and slowly began to fuck her, pulling out
almost all the way before slamming back into the slim body beneath
him.

Buffy reached down with one hand and began frantically rubbing her
clit. She had grabbed onto his arm with the other, digging her
fingers into his skin.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me!" she babbled. Spike felt the Slayer
begin to tighten down on him and shake as she approached her violent
orgasm. He gasped and fucked her as hard and fast as he could,
slamming in and out of her asshole with a force he knew only the
Slayer could take.

"Ahhhh…" Spike felt her cumming, and he surged toward his own climax
as he felt Buffy's finger begin to slid in and out of her pussy,
unknowingly rubbing his cock through the thin membrane of her vaginal
walls. The Slayer started to scream, and Spike felt the first gush
of cum flow out of him. He drove home with one final thrust, cock
spasming and emptying inside of his lover.

He collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around him.
Spike waited until her heartbeat slowed before he whispered, "I'm
gonna make you love me."

After a long time, all Buffy said was, "I know." She stayed with
Spike until he sank into a deep sleep, as the dawn began. Slowly she
stripped out of the stockings and corset, and changed into her patrol
clothes. On the way home she threw them away in a dumpster.

As she fell asleep in her own cold bed, body pleasurably sore and
sated, she whispered, "I think you have."

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