Wesley was really missing his dove. He’d come to the Hyperion with a message from the Master of New Orleans for Angel. Something important which couldn’t be entrusted to anybody but a family member.

He wasn’t going home to New Orleans until tomorrow, but he wished he were going tonight. He was missing Drusilla with a vengeance. As he wandered about the foyer Faith came down the stairs.

She acknowledged him with a glance and a small smile. Wesley said, “Hello Faith, how are you doing?” in that manner of his. She said, “I’m okay Wes, how’s tricks?” “Yes, fine, thank you Faith.” He sighed and moved to sit down. “I’ll be glad to get home tomorrow though; missing Dru, you know.” Faith nodded, but didn’t really empathise. She’d never missed anybody in her life, liked to keep herself to herself. A person didn’t get hurt that way; well, that was the theory anyways.

Wesley really did look to be at a loose end and Faith took pity on him. “Fancy coming out for a drink, there’s some not bad bars quite close to the hotel.” “I don’t see why not, Faith; sun’s over the yardarm, let’s go for it.” She smiled and shook her head, before leading the way out of the hotel.

Considering he was her old Watcher she felt quite relaxed with him. A lot of water had flowed under the bridge since those days and Wesley certainly seemed a different person. Faith couldn’t quite put her finger on it. He seemed the same, quiet of demeanour, dark and handsome, but there was just something. An aura of confidence about him that Faith found very appealing. She watched him over the top of her glass as she downed drink after drink.

They were eventually thrown out and laughed and giggled their way back to the Hyperion. “Well Faith, I must thank you for a delightful evening,” said Wesley, which made Faith guffaw all the louder. Holding her ribs and saying, “Wes, you’re such a stiff, really.” Nobody was more surprised than her when his countenance hardened and he took her by the shoulders and slammed her against the nearest wall.

“Don’t talk to me like that, you little bitch, not even in jest.” Faith sobered up in an instant. All her Slayer powers on full alert. She did nothing, however, but glare at him. They locked dark glances for several minutes and then Wesley ground his mouth against hers.

She reached around to the back of his head, and winding her fingers in his thick dark luxurious hair, she pulled him deeper into the kiss. His soft mouth and delving tongue kindled a nice tingly feeling in the pit of her stomach and when she came up for air she breathed heavily, “Fancy coming to my room for a nightcap?”

“Don’t mind if I do in the circumstances.” replied the ex-Watcher. “What circumstances are those, Wes?” asked Faith ironically. “Well, my little turtle-dove isn’t here and even if she was, she wouldn’t mind, she always has my best interests at heart.” Faith laughed and said, “Okay, let’s get back then.”

They fell in the door of Faith’s room still kissing as they had done all the way into the hotel and up the stairs, clawing at one another. When they finally entered Faith’s bedroom they only broke apart long enough to tear each other’s clothes off.

When Faith was naked and Wesley was down to his boxers they eyed one another up appreciatively for scant seconds, and then Wesley picked Faith up bodily and threw her on the bed. Faith bounced and giggled. “Caveman much,” she laughed.

Wesley threw himself over her body; this was no shrinking violet and he wasn’t in the mood for foreplay. Faith was immediately turned on; really, she thought, she’d never have guessed that old Wes had it in him to play the demon lover.

She felt him place his cockhead against her tight opening and glanced down. She almost reared back in shock: he had to be at least ten inches and she groaned as he pushed it against her. She felt the massive head disappear into her moist slit as with an almighty shove he thrust his entire length home.

She gave a small scream as his thick cock tunnelled into her and Faith was sure she felt him hit the head of her uterus. Half of her wanted to match his thrust and the other half wanted to get away. He was buried in her to the hilt, his dark curls meshing with hers. He couldn’t get any deeper and her vagina walls were moulded to his cock and arousing him even more. The heat from her pussy was tremendous. Faith felt she was spread and opened more than she had ever been by any of her numerous other lovers.

She felt she was being ripped apart as his cock ploughed into her soft, moist depths. He thrust and she moaned. He surely couldn’t spread her any wider or thrust any deeper; he felt huge. She whimpered and groaned beneath him as he filled her to capacity.

Wesley was amazed she was so tight given her track record. Her pussy pulsed around his cock as he moved in and out of her, their movements in sync with one another. He pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained within her and Faith strived to pull him back in. He then pushed back into her as deeply as he could, pushing and pushing until she thought she would scream from the ecstasy of it.

She sucked him back in with every stroke and she matched him thrust for thrust. She could feel his huge cock moving in and out of her and her breathing quickly became ragged, as did his. “Wesley,” she groaned. He didn’t reply—he couldn’t—but he locked eyes with her. She said, “Talk dirty to me, Wesley.”

His eyebrows raised involuntarily, but never let it be said that Wesley Wyndom-Pryce ever denied a lady. “Bitch, lift those hips and fuck me, bitch,” he ground out between pursed lips. He looked positively demoniacal, Faith thought. She pushed up to meet him and gripped his butt to guide his thrusts. She screamed when he penetrated deeper than anyone ever had before.

Her ass was pounding the mattress and she was shrieking and groaning. The other occupants of the hotel must have been able to hear them, but sounds of this nature were a common occurrence and would probably pass unremarked upon.

They were grinding their hips together and Faith could feel a heat building deep within her. Her pussy was hot and moist as Wesley pounded into her. The good feeling spread across her body and she knew it wouldn’t be much longer. Wesley was thinking the exact same thing.

He knew he was about to cum any minute as his cock slid in and out of her effortlessly now. He pushed himself deep one more time and then his orgasm overtook him. He yelled and Faith screamed as her climax hit at the same time. He pushed hard into her, his hot semen filling her spurt upon spurt.

They lay spent, with Wesley still on top and in her. Faith felt his penis finally grow soft as their mingled juices trickled down her thighs. Wesley then rolled off her gently, not wanting her to have to take his weight. “Just like Wes,” thought Faith, “A real gentleman.” Her pussy ached with the pounding he had given her and felt empty now that it was devoid of his huge length. “Stay with me tonight,” she asked him, and he couldn’t resist the need in those liquid dark eyes. “Of course,” he told her gently.