Spencer Reid Smut Novels & Stories

She leaned to him and whispered in his ear, “Where is Mr. Reid? Why doesn’t he come yet?” “I don’t know either,” Victor whispered back. Although they were tense, in other’s eyes their action was intimate. When Aidan saw them talking so intimately with each other, his desire arose suddenly. He glanced at Abigail who was sitting quietly beside him, hanging her head down. Her skin was so delicate and smooth. Her chest moved up and down slowly while breathing. The hem of the crop top ended a little above her waist, showing her snow-white skin. Aidan’s Adam’s apple moved up and down and lust clouded his eyes. It was more than a month he last saw her, and now, it was getting difficult for him to c

She's too ashamed to say a word to him, right away, she feels like a slut, so dirty before him—and that's why she can't stand staying with him. Reid took a good look at the pictures but he couldn't believe it, so he went through it the second time. Speechless, not knowing how to go about defending himself when he knows nothing about the picture, he got to his knees. There was no way he did this with his right senses, he believed that something or someone was behind everything.

He lay there panting for a few seconds, his heart hammering, but the sight of her wiping her lips with a smug look instantly fired up his blood again. He wasn't done. He wanted to destroy her. Reid grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up, flipping her onto the chair before pulling her off it onto the floor. He dropped to his knees, pulling her into a frantic 69 position. They devoured each other simultaneously, their mouths working in a crazed, desperate rhythm as they tasted their own fluids on each other's flesh, the musky smell of sex filling the small painting room. After a few minutes of frantic licking, Reid pulled away, completely starved for the real thing.

Gordon agreed as the boys were talking about how Reid had been smiling while checking out the dresses that he bought. Reid couldn’t stop himself from making love to her. While they were waiting for her clothes to be washed and cleaned, he was busy making her cum. She squirted out in the bed and squirmed. She’s a goddess. She’s beautiful. She’s like a masterpiece in his eyes.

" What makes you think i always want something from you ?" I bite my tongue and look at his features. Why are bad people always good looking ? Is it some sorta curse. Reid's got a jet black hair that's slightly tousled. His face is also well built with a slight scar above his left eyebrows. Both his arms are tatted. He's cute and all that but his soul is too dark. " Why can't you man up and take responsibility of the seed you shoot into Leslie ?" " What would I wanna do with your whore sister ? You know she's like you , always after loaded guys."

“Are you upset I didn’t give you credit for your own abs?” “I’m upset I didn’t get approval on that lighting.” “You look like sex incarnate and you know it.” Reid rolled onto his back, one arm behind his head, the other curling around my waist. “Let me guess — we’re trending?” I showed him the screen. He scrolled through a few reposts, the corner of his mouth twitching. “They’re calling me husband of the year for sleeping shirtless. That’s low-effort fame.” “You’ve always been good at looking effortless.”

With a sarcastic smile—or the closest to it I can pull off while he plays with his fingers inside me—I reach for the bulge in his sweatpants, noticing his eyes close as I squeeze his manhood in my hands. “Shit, Hayden…” he curses under his breath, savoring the way I’m teasing him. But with a swift movement, Spencer is out of the bed. Before I can complain or utter a single word, he pulls his hoodie over his head, revealing his toned abs, his six pack so defined that it’s ridiculous. I remember Spencer being sculptured when he was younger, but this…this is something completely different. He’s a grown man, bulkier and hotter than ever. I’m sure I’m drooling, my mouth agape, as I watch him undr

"So you're asking him to do it again?" "No…" Jana patted her head. Her hair went disarray because of the run but her breathing didn't change. 'Indeed, the Old Myriad really do exercises.' She continued, "What I mean to say is, Spencer's reputation is pristine now but the moment that girl cried sex with your pictures flagged up on the LED screens, you will be smeared with mud. You must assure that she got no picture of you and Tasha." "I'll get expelled for this…" Spencer grabbed his hair. "My mom, she will…"

"I see working out as a form of relaxation," Spencer said. "That's how I built my great physique. Besides, don't you love touching my abs?" Ariana's face turned red. "Who said I touched your abs?" "You touched them yesterday," Spencer calmly stated. Embarrassed and angry, Ariana retorted, "I wouldn't have touched you if you didn't mess with me." "Don't be upset." Spencer leaned closer. "I'll let you touch them again tonight."

“Why don’t you get on the bed and find out? Since you’re so curious about gay sex, I can fuck you. Maybe you’d like it.” Spencer’s face twisted with rage. “Don’t you dare project your disgusting sickness onto me, faggot.” He shoved me with both hands, hard. I flew backward, crashing into the boards with a loud bang. Pain shot through my shoulder. “What the fuck? Get your hands off him!” Reed’s roar cut through the arena like thunder. Before I could even process it, he was there — grabbing Spencer by the jersey and slamming him against the glass. His fist flew, landing heavy punches across Spencer’s face.