"Take me," Buffy whispered.
Deep down inside, she could hardly believe those words had left her lips. But they had. And there was no going back.
No sooner than he had he heard that Xander had leant in for a kiss. He was eager to claim his price. And his prize.
Buffy watched his face come closer and closer from under hooded eyes. When his lips were a feather's length away, she could feel his breath mingle with hers.
Buffy shut her eyes. For a moment she wanted to push him off. But then she remembered why she was doing this.
For Will, she thought. For us.
I'm sorry William, she thought when she felt his lips brush hers.
And then she refused to think about him anymore. About anything anymore. The kiss was exceedingly soft. Even tender.
Xander puckered his lips. Eager to taste all of her.
Your Buffy tastes so sweet, William, he thought. Smacking his lips, savouring the taste of her.
Sweeter than I could ever have fathomed, he thought. Letting out a little snicker.
For Buffy, instinct took over. She placed her hand on his chest, then leaned back. Momentarily separating their mouths.
"Are you sure you wanna do that?" he asked. Licking his lips. Soft brown eyes turned black with malice. Letting go off her, he took two casual steps back and lay back on the bed.
"Because if I don't get what I want…"
Xander trailed off. Smirking. Knowing he needed to say more.
Buffy's eyes flashed. With anger and sorrow.
"But if you make me happy," Xander said. Sitting up. "I'll leave you both alone. For good. And you two can live the rest of your lives together. Happily ever after."
Buffy dropped her head a little. When she raised it Xander saw defeat in her eyes.
Fine, she thought. I'll do what you want. You sick fuck.
When Buffy stepped forward, Xander raised his hand.
"Remember," Xander said. "We're newlyweds. Who can't keep their hands off each other."
Buffy grit her teeth, then shut her eyes again.
Immersion, she thought. Live in character. Make it real. You have to believe it.
Xander could see it on her face. She was attempting to convince herself it was real. He found himself tickled by her attempts. He sat up a little. Scooting to the edge of the bed until his legs were dangling off it.
When Buffy's eyes finally opened, they were soft. Hooded.
"I love you," she said. Softly.
I despise you, she thought.
"I know," Xander replied. Cockily.
He leant forward and reached for her. When his hands found her waist, Buffy found herself fighting the urge to slap them away. Now, she found herself pulled forward a little.
"You're so fucking sexy," he muttered. Planting a gentle kiss on her belly. Then another. His hands moved from her waist to her bottom.
"William is a lucky man," Xander said. Shaking his head. Running his hands down to her bottom. Buffy started. Both at Xander's touch and the use of his name.
"But I don't he has the faintest clue of what you want," he added.Firmly cupping her bottom in his hands. "What you need."
Buffy found herself trembling now. With fear. And barely concealed fury at his use of her husband's name.
How dare he? They were pretending, weren't they? Isn't that what he wanted?
"And you do?" she scoffed. Disbelievingly.
Much to her chagrin, Xander only chuckled.
"I'mma let you be the judge of that," he said. Removing his right hand from her bottom, he moved it upwards. And cupped her left breast. Buffy let out a shaky breath as he weighed it in his hand. Then gave it a firm squeeze.
"Can we not…" she began. Her voice laced with anger. "Let's just…"
Xander seemed unbothered. He'd moved his hand lower now. Fingers running across her garter strap before leaning in to plant two kisses on her inner thighs.
"So sexy," he mumbled. "My beautiful Buffy."
Not yours, she thought. I'll never be yours.
Stop it, she told herself. Remember who you are. Newlyweds. On our honeymoon. Can't keep our eyes off each other. Immersion. Living in character.
Suddenly, Buffy found herself pulled down. A moment later, she found herself straddling him. Legs dangling either side of him. Heels barely brushing the floor.
"Let's get this off you," Xander whispered. Greedy, grasping eyes on her breasts. Already, his hands were behind her. Moving to undo her top.
Too fast, Buffy thought. Panic choking up her throat. Things are going way too fast.
When she stayed his hand, he gave her a sharp look.
"Baby," Buffy soothed. Searching her mind for an excuse. "Let's take it nice and slow, okay? We're not exactly on the clock here."
Xander hesitated. Then relaxed.
"You're right," he said. Softly. "Sorry babe. I just want you so bad, yeah?"
When he gave her a boyish smile, Buffy almost believed him. Almost.
"I know," she said. Softly.
When he leaned in for a kiss, Buffy turned her face left. Letting out what she hoped sounded like an amorous sigh. Knowing she had bought herself only a little time.
"I can see that," she said. Flirtatiously. Then giggled. As Xander peppered the side of her face with soft kisses. Then, he was nuzzling her neck. Enjoying her warmth. Her softness.
"You smell amazing," he rasped.
Oh Willie, Xander thought. You're a lucky, lucky man. And tonight, so am I.
He couldn't help letting out a little chuckle at that thought.
His lips moved to her ears now. Then, he began whispering all the things he wanted to do to her tonight. In graphic, gory detail.
Oh Will, Buffy couldn't help but think. In anguish. What did you do? Why did you do it?
Then, Xander whispered what he wanted her to do. To him. Right this moment.
Son of a bitch, Buffy thought. Her face screwing up in disgust. He wants me to…
But Buffy knew she had no choice. That was the deal she'd made.
Okay, Buffy told herself. Sighing. You can do this. It's not real. It's like a movie or something. This isn't real. It's not you.
Contorting her face into a look of coquettish confidence, Buffy stood up a little. When he attempted to pull her down, she pushed him back onto the bed firmly.
"Stay," she commanded. In an authoritative voice. Shooting him an utterly disdainful look she hoped he'd mistake for desire. Xander grinned. Clearly, her ruse had worked.
"As my lady commands," he said.
Buffy could tell he was enjoying himself. He'd placed his hands under his head and spread himself out across the bed.
Like the freakin' Sultan of Assholistan.
Bastard, she thought. Son of a bitch. He just wants to lay back while I…
She found herself shaking that thought out of her head.
Moving with deliberate slowness, Buffy found herself taking up position on the floor. Kneeling between his spread legs. She placed her delicate hands on his thighs and ran it up and down. Teasingly.
"Is this what you want?" she asked. Sultrily.
"I think you know," he said. Flirtatiously.
"You're right," Buffy said. Giving him a winning smile and flirtatiously flicking her hair back. Even as she ran her hands up and down his thighs.
Suddenly, his hands were on hers. Taking them and placing them on the fly of his pants.
"You've always known," he said. "Haven't you."
You have to, Buffy thought. For Will. For us.
"Yes," Buffy whispered. "I've always known."
That much at least, was the truth. Buffy's fingers trembled as she unbuttoned his fly. Slowly.
When Xander lifted his hips, Buffy began pulling his pants off. Even slower. Looking up at him all the while.
Don't look, Buffy told herself. It's not real if you don't look.
When his pants were finally off, Buffy let them fall besides her. He wasn't wearing any underwear, she noted. Her eyes had never left his face. Finally, she knew she couldn't stall any longer. She lowered her eyes. And got quite the eyeful.
Not the biggest she'd ever seen, but top five. Top three, on second thought. And certainly thick. Also perfectly shaved.
"And?" Xander asked. His voice tinged with pride.
I've seen bigger, Buffy wanted to quip. Acidly. She knew the last thing she could do was antagonize him. Clearly, he was seeking her approval.
She placed her hand under her chin. Made a show of examining his pride and joy.
"Nice," she said. In a seductive tone. Raising her eyebrows a little. "Very nice."
Xander looked annoyed now. Much to her satisfaction. Apparently, that wasn't high enough acclaim for him.
"I think," Xander said. Sitting up, he leaned forward. "It's time you two got better acquainted."
"Is that right?" Buffy asked. Teasingly. When his hand curled around her shoulders, she attempted to shrug it off. Playfully. But his hand remained on her shoulders. Lightly caressing them.
"I think you should just lay back baby," Buffy said. Running her hands up and down his thighs. "And let me take care of you."
"No more teasing," Xander said. Looking down at her with dark eyes. "Take me into your mouth."
Buffy knew she was trapped. Slowly, she lowered her head. Never taking his eyes off his. Until her lips were just above his cockhead.
For us, Buffy thought. Shutting her eyes. This is for us.
"Close your eyes," Buffy commanded. In a firm, flirtatious voice.
Xander shook his head. Equally firmly. He was still watching her. Intently.
"I can't," Buffy said. Her voice trembling now. "Not with you watching."
He considered her request. Then smirked.
"Watching," Xander said. "Is my favourite part."
A moment later, Buffy felt his hand move from her shoulders to the back of her head. When he took a firm grip on her head and gently pushed down, Buffy shut her eyes.
Ten minutes later…
Xander found himself sprawled across the bed. Staring at the ceiling.
Goddamn is life good, he thought.
He raised his head a little. Taking in a truly glorious sight. And the reason he'd focused his attention on the ceiling in the first place.
Buffy Anne Summers. She'd climbed onto the bed. She was hunched over. Knees digging into the mattress, left hand was on the bed. Her right hand was at the base of his cock. Holding it steady.
Her eyes were shut, but her mouth was open wide. Taking in as much of him as she could into her mouth. Head bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm. Gorgeous blonde locks falling across her face.
"Fuck yeah," Xander said. "Jesus Christ, babe! So good!"
Opinion had long been split among his buddies around the office.
Was Buffy the kind of girl who didn't like getting on her knees? Content to get a few good licks in to keep the husband happy? (with the birthdays and anniversaries being an exception, of course) Or was she a blowjob princess? The kind of girl who sucked cock and damn well liked the taste of it?
Xander had wavered in his opinion more than once. Now, at last, he had the answer. Buffy was a true blowjob queen.
Jesus Christ, Xander thought. How the hell does Will get any work done?
He snickered at that. He looked over at the bedside clock. It was nearly midnight. Which meant Buffy had been on her knees in front of him for the past ten minutes. By now, she'd settled into a truly delectable blowjob rhythm. With suitable instruction of course.
She'd been hesitant when she'd first taken him into her mouth. No sooner had her sweet lips closed around his cockhead, that she'd pulled back a little.
"That's good baby," he praised. "Do it again."
Her eyes had opened. She'd looked up at him then. Baring her perfect upper row of teeth. The corners of her mouth turning up in a smile. Then she dipped her head again – ably assisted by his hand at the back of her head.
Christ," he swore. Watching her glossy pink lips suctioned around his cockhead, then slid down his cock. Momentarily, she let him out of her mouth.
"You like that baby?" she asked sultrily. Licking her lips.
"Hell yeah," Xander growled. "Keep going baby."
Shooting him a saucy look, she placed her left hand on his thigh and her right hand on his stomach. Then began thrusting her head forward at a leisurely but determined pace.
"Holy shit," Xander muttered. Her mouth and tongue felt incredible around his prick. Soft. Warm. Inviting. Making sensual sounds as she did. For a little Xander was content just to watch her.
Then, when the sights and sounds of it threatened to overcome him, he flopped back onto the bed. Grinning.
Life was good indeed, Xander thought. So fucking good.
It's not real, Buffy told herself. Screwing her eyes shut tighter and tighter. It's not you. It's a movie. It's someone else.
As she did exactly what Xander demanded of her. When he demanded it. Running her tongue up and down his shaft. Teasing his cockhead before taking him into her mouth. Licking and sucking his balls.
She could feel his eyes watching her. Somehow, that made her feel even more dirty than she already did to be on her knees in front of him.
It's someone else, she told herself. It's a movie. That's right. That's all it is. A movie. Nothing more. It's not real. You're playing a part in a movie. A newlywed.
A newlywed named Lizzie, she thought suddenly. That's it. It's Lizzie. Not Buffy. Buffy doesn't exist. Tonight, it's just Lizzie.
Buffy found herself clinging to those thoughts. Like a drowning woman at sea would a life preserver. Until she'd somehow nearly deluded herself into believing it. Almost. Until she was playing the part of seductress. Making little moaning sounds. Contorting her face into an expression of desire.
When he fell back onto the bed, Buffy found him slipping out of her grasp. Acting on instinct alone, she quickly climbed onto the bed. And took him into her mouth again. Hoping he wouldn't notice. Thankfully, he didn't.
Suddenly, Xander sat up. And grasping her shoulders, was pulling her up. Then, taking her in his lap, was sitting up. Buffy's eyes blinked open. She felt her heels clinking against the carpet again. He was looking her up and down now. Licking his lips.
"Let's get this off you," Xander said. Greedy eyes growing greedier still. His fingers moving to undo her lingerie. Buffy felt a surge of panic in her throat.
Too fast, she thought. It's too fast.
"Baby," she soothed. Touching his face with her hands. Staring into his eyes. "Let's take our time and enjoy this, okay? There's no rush."
Ending her plea with a soft, winning smile. For a moment, she thought she'd convinced him. Then, he smiled grimly.
"I've waited long enough," he said.
Buffy gasped when she felt him undo the straps of her outfit. A moment later, her breasts were exposed entirely. Xander wasted no time at all. Burying his face between her breasts. Nuzzling them. Planting kisses everywhere. Teasing her nipples with his mouth and tongue. Making loud sucking sounds.
Buffy found herself feeling numb. And yet, she knew she had to pretend otherwise.
"Mmmmm," Buffy moaned. Her hands at the back of his head. Praying her voice sounded sufficiently inflamed. "So good, babe."
Though Xander barely seemed to notice, preoccupied with her breasts that he was. Nuzzling every inch. Kissing, sucking and licking to his heart's content. Letting out long, contented sighs.
Suddenly, Buffy felt his hands on her panties. A moment later, the sound of them ripping filled her ears. Buffy gasped. Then gasped again when she realized she was utterly naked but for her high heels. And at his mercy.
"Baby," Buffy said. Trying her best to sound playful. Feigning bashfulness, she attempted to cover her breasts with one hand and push him away with the other. Crossing her legs the best she could to shield herself.
"I wanna watch you ride my cock," he said. His eyes gleaming. He swatted away her hand, then quickly parted her knees with his right hand. By now, his left hand was on her hip. Holding her in place. Then, he was taking himself in his right hand.
"The high heels stay on," Xander instructed. Imperiously.
Buffy opened her mouth to argue. But found her mind absolutely blank. Even as he brought her a little closer and positioned himself at her entrance.
Then, it hit her. Her eyes widened. She placed her hand on his chest. To stay him.
"Condom," she said. Simply.
His eyes seemed to narrow. His lips seemed to curl up with distaste. But Buffy wasn't about to give in. Not to this.
"We need to use condoms," she said. Firmly. Pointedly.
Staring him down. To reiterate that this was, in fact, a deal breaker.
She saw his mouth open. He sucked in a little air through his teeth. She could see it in his eyes. Him weigh the urge to have her raw against the thought of her slipping out of his grasp.
For a moment, Buffy saw him consider the option of just taking her. All else be damned. It sent a shiver through her. But then she realized something That he wanted to believe it. The fairytale he'd made her spin.
"Okay baby," Xander said. Smiling. "If that's what you need"
Buffy found herself thrown off by his sudden attitude change.
"It is," she said.
"Thanks babe," she added. With a weak smile.
"I have some in my pants," he said. "Gimme a sec."
Keeping his hand on Buffy's waist, he leaned down and with great difficulty, scooped up his pants from the floor. Buffy watched carefully as he retrieved a pack of condoms, then used his bare teeth to rip apart the wrapping. Then, extracting one, he handed it to her.
"You mind, honey?" he said.
Buffy had to resist rolling her eyes.
Typical, she thought. Lazy bastard.
"Of course not, sweetie," she said. Perkily.
Never looking down, she took him in one hand. Then used the other to expertly roll the condom on. The slightly sour look that flashed across his face giving her some tiny bit of satisfaction.
There, Buffy thought. At least he's wearing a condom.
"We good to go baby?" he asked. Eagerly.
We are so far from fucking good, Buffy thought to herself.
But nodded. And forced herself to smile.
"All good babe," she said.
Buffy hated the term babe. Absolutely loathed it. But Lizzie didn't.
Still, at the back of her mind, Buffy knew she was simply playing Lizzie. And why she was doing this.
You have to, she reminded herself. For us. For Will.
"Good," he said. Gently.
"Now sit on my cock," he added. His voice turning cool. Eyes turning cruel. Now, both his hands, which were on her hips, bringing her down.
Then, she felt it. His cock nudging her quim. And then it all became too much. Too real. Lizzie melted away. Leaving only Buffy.
No, Buffy thought. No, no, no…
Buffy opened her mouth to protest. To tell Xander it was too much. Too soon. That they needed to take things slow. Her lips formed the word.
"N…" she began.
But Xander paid her no mind. Simply pulled her all the way down and onto his cock.
"Fuck," Xander growled. The feeling of himself sheathed completely inside her felt incredible. Her quim felt like velvet. Soft. Warm. Inviting.
"Oh Buff!" he moaned. Nuzzling her breasts. "You feel so good."
Oh Willie, he thought. You're so fuckin' lucky.
When it sank in – what had just happened – Buffy's protest died in her throat.
"Uhhhh," she croaked.
Xander is inside of me, Buffy thought. Right now. Inside of me.
She fought to come to terms with it.
Oh my god, Buffy thought again. Xander is inside of me. Right now. Inside of me.
Then Buffy felt him inside of her.
"Oh," she whispered.
Large. Thick. Throbbing. It actually felt kinda go…
No, she thought. Fervently. I feel nothing. Nothing.
For a while, neither of them moved a muscle.
Him, nearly overcome with desire. Her, in sheer disorder.
Then his hand was on her bottom. Taking a firm grasp of it, then squeezing. He was looking up at her from between her breasts, and issuing one edict.
"Ride me."
You have to, Buffy thought. For Will. For us.
Oh god, she thought. As she began to do exactly as he bid.
A little later…
"Oh my god," Buffy was moaning. As she bounced up and down his cock.
Oh my god, she thought. What am I doing? Oh god.
"Yeah," Xander said. He was looking up at her with a shit-eating grin. "Ride me baby. Ride me good."
Buffy didn't know when it happened. How it happened. For a while, she'd simply obeyed his command. His hands on her waist and bum assisting in her exertions. His hungry mouth on her breasts. His greedy eyes watching her face. Her hair. Her breasts. Watching her. He was always watching her.
She'd shut her eyes again. Telling herself it wasn't real. That it wasn't her. That it was Lizzie. That it was a movie. But this time, it didn't work.
This time, it was all too real. Felt all too real. She could feel him inside of her.
Big. Full. Thick.
It felt goo..
No, Buffy told herself. Shaking her head. I feel nothing. Nothing.
I'm doing this for us, she reminded herself. For Will. For us.
Then, it occurred to her. For the first time all evening. What she was doing. Cheating on her husband. Betraying her marital vows.
Oh my god, Buffy thought. I'm cheating on Will. I'm cheating on my husband.
"Oh god," Buffy whispered.
Oh my god. What am I doing? Oh my god.
For him, she insisted. For us.
Unbeknownst to Buffy, she wasn't the only one thinking of her husband.
Oh Willie, Xander thought. Looking up at her in awe. If only you could see your sweet Buffy now. What a pretty sight your wife makes. Riding my cock. If only you could see…
"If only," Xander mumbled. Shaking his head. Sighing deeply.
Slowly, Buffy felt herself beginning to heat up.
Still, she denied it. With ever growing fervor.
No, she thought. Furiously. Her shut eyes welling up. I'm not. I am not. I can't be.
I'm doing this for us, she told herself. For Will.
Buffy knew she ought to feel. Disgusted with Xander. With herself. But she wasn't. Not at this moment anyhow.But even now, with her mind was in turmoil, her body was betraying her.
What's wrong with me? Buffy wondered. Am I sick in the head?
Slowly, her breathing grew erratic. Her body began to tingle.
I'm sick, she thought. Sick, sick, sick.
Even as her quim began strangling his dick.
No, no, no, she thought.
"Yes," Xander was groaning. In ecstasy. "Buff. Fuck baby. So good."
Suddenly, Xander found himself eager to participate. As much fun as he was having watching Buffy riding him, he wanted more. A lot more.
It's my party after all, Xander thought. A private party for two.
Time to join in the fun, he thought. Tightening up his grip on her, Xander stayed Buffy's hips. Then, lifting her up a little, sprung to his feet.
Buffy felt her legs dangling off the ground. Instinctively, her hands reached for whatever she could hold on to. Which in this case were his shoulders. Broad. Muscled. The feel of them in her hands made her quim quiver a little.
"Oh god," Buffy whispered.
When she opened her again eyes, she looked around to find herself still in the air. Felt his hands interlock at the small of her back.
Xander paused to take a few deep breaths. Then, holding her in place, began pumping himself up into her. Furiously.
Leaving Buffy momentarily stunned.
"Yeah," he sneered. Drinking in the dazed look on her face. Pumping his hips harder and harder. Faster and faster. Simply loving the feeling of her breasts jiggling against his chest with every thrust. "Take my fuckin' cock!"
Then, Buffy began feeling again. Feeling it.
No, she thought. Please, no. No, no, no, no…
"Oh," she whispered. Eyes screwing up in pain and pleasure. After a half a dozen thrusts, Xander finally paused. She heard him take a deep breath. Then found herself assailed by a series of even more savage thrusts.
Oh god, Buffy thought. Oh god, no. Please. Please. No. Oh.
"Oh," she whimpered. She was aflame now. Every part of her was tingling. Especially her quim.
"Cum for me," she heard him demand. His voice harsh and deep. "I want you to cum for me, baby."
I'm gonna, she thought. Suddenly. Oh god. I'mma…
Buffy's mouth opened wide, but no scream emerged. Her hands tightened around his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin. Making him growl.
No, no, no, no, she thought. Furiously. Please. Don't, don't, don't..
Xander seemed to regard the fact that she hadn't cum as a personal affront. He paused his thrusts again, then lifting her up a little higher. Her eyes opened now. To find him staring up at her. His dark eyes gleaming.
"Cum baby," he exhorted her. A sly smile playing at the corner of his lips. "Cum for me."
No, Buffy thought. Frantically. I can't. I won't. I…
Even as she felt her quim tighten further around his cock. Until she was nearly strangling him.
I'm gonna, Buffy thought. Oh god, I'm gonna… I'mma…Huh…
"Yeah baby," Xander growled. "Cum. Cum for me. "
Then, he began bouncing her up and down on his cock again. Nice and slow, this time.
Buffy tried to fight it as best she could. But suddenly, she found herself on the edge of orgasm.
She was going to cum, she knew. There was no stopping it.
Don't look at him, Buffy thought. Shutting her eyes. If you don't look at him, you can pretend it's someone else. Anyone else.
Pretend it's Riley, Buffy told herself. Plain as Vanilla, safe Riley. That's right. Riley, Riley, Riley…
The ploy worked. Perhaps too well. Suddenly, Buffy felt her entire being clench.
"Oh," she whimpered. Screwing her eyes even tighter. "Ahhhhhh…."
"Yeah," he growled. "Cum baby. I wanna feel you cum."
"Aaaaa," she gasped. Finding herself trembling like a leaf. Then, she unclenched entirely. Then, Buffy came. Hard.
"Aiiieeeeee!" she squealed.
Her ears filled with the sounds of her own incoherent screams, her racing heart, and his deep, depraved chuckles.
Buffy found herself mind going blank. Her body going limp. The cries from her throat weakened. Her erratic breath began to soften. Her eyelids turned heavy. She found herself resting her head on his shoulder. And exhaling. Heavily.
"Oh my god," she whispered. Taking deep swallows of air. She could feel a thin sheen of sweat covering her body. "Oh fuck. Oh god. Oh. Mmmmm."
Buffy didn't know how much time had passed. Then, she felt his lips at her ear.
"Yeah baby," he was whispering. Sounded positively gleeful. "All over my fuckin' cock. Christ. That was so fuckin' hot."
It took another few moments for Buffy to put it together. What had just happened. She'd cum. On Xander's cock. Harder than she ever had perhaps.
What the hell is wrong with me? Buffy wondered. Dazed. Head feeling heavy. Listening to the sounds of her own breathing for a while. Waiting for disgust that never came. She felt him pivot on his feet. Until he's spun them around.
"Need I even ask?" he crowed. With great difficulty, Buffy lifted her head. She blinked until her vision cleared. And saw his smug expression.
"Huh?" Buffy said. "What?"
"If it was good for you," Xander said. "I think we both know the answer."
Buffy flushed at his words.
It was then that Buffy felt him. He was inside her. Still. Big. Thick. Full. And felt herself dripping all over him.
"Christ, you're soaking wet, baby," he added. Lasciviously. His words made her want to curl up into a ball. And yet, she felt nothing.
Buffy felt Xander take two steps forward. Suddenly, she was hovering above the bed. Into which he'd dug both his knees.
"My turn," he said. With an evil smile.
Oh god, Buffy thought. As he scooted all the way forward and laying them down. Oh my god.
Wait, she wanted to say. Even as he pulled out of her entirely, then carefully repositioned himself on top of her.
Stop, she wanted to say. When she felt him nudging her quim with his prick.
But Buffy didn't. She said nothing. Nothing at all.
You have to, she told herself. For Will. For us.
When Buffy blinked, she found Xander staring down at her. His soft, brown eyes were practically black. Then, he bared his gleaming, white teeth. Making her shiver with fear.
It was a warning, Buffy knew. Of what he could do. What he would do.
Newlyweds, she told herself. Lizzie. Not Buffy. I'm Lizzie.
"Take me," she whispered. Throatily.Running her soft hands across his shoulders. "I need you, babe. Need you so bad."
Xander smirked. He enjoyed that, she saw. A hell of a lot.
"Yeah?" he asked. Seeming content for the moment to tease her quim with his prick. "How bad, baby? Tell me."
"So bad," Buffy responded. Her voice quivering with emotion. "So fuckin' bad. Please."
Xander took a moment to make a languid survey of her. Buffy Anne Summers. Underneath him. Spread out in all her glory. Naked. Wet. Wanton.
Oh Willie, he thought again. If only you could see.
Then, a thought occurred him. A dirty, wicked thought. The sweet sight of her, waiting for him to take his pleasure, serving as his muse. His inspiration.
Seeing is bad, Xander thought. But knowing. That's a far worse fate.
William needs to know, he thought. Even if he doesn't know why she did it. Or whom she did it with. He needs to know. That his lovely, loving wife cheated on him.
Already, he'd begun formulating his wicked plan.
Even as he reared back and thrusting himself forward. And in with one long, deep stroke, buried himself inside of her to the hilt.
"Yeah," Xander growled. The indescribable feeling of her warmth around his dick agaom was simply heaven. He shut his eyes and gritted his teeth.
Don't cum, he told himself. Don't you dare fucking cum. Not yet.
Oh god, Buffy thought. Oh god no. Please.
He remained unmoving. Inside of her.
Big, Buffy couldn't stop herself from thinking. Thick. Full.
When he at last began pumping his hips, Buffy's arms found his forearms.
"Oh god!" she moaned.