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.

The same coward that locked me up in a wardrobe because I didn't want to date him even though he was ten years older and had a boyfriend. What the fuck is this even? Spencer pulls off his mask and tosses it aside. His pupils are blown wide when he leans toward the camera, jaw grinding, nostrils flaring—restless, twitchy, the unmistakable coke-high buzzing under his skin. I don't even know what to feel first—anger? Rage? Fury? Disgust? Hatred? I slam pause and squeeze my eyes shut, like that would erase the twisted, fucked-up shit burned into my brain.

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.

Reid had always been the same jerk he was years ago when Adrian first met him, and now, as on every occasion they crossed paths, Adrian regretted the day he ever got to know Reid. "Why all this commotion, huh?" Reid mocked Adrian. "I've already touched her. I felt her skin under my touch," Reid said, releasing amused laughs as he enjoyed every bit of fury he saw in Adrian's face. "I put my hands into her body and touched her, perhaps in ways you never did," he continued. "You simply did your work as a doctor. Cut out this stupidity!" Adrian shouted. Reid drank from his small glass of champagne and flashed a sinister smile.

He removes it from his cheek and kisses my knuckles. " A drug trade gone wrong. The Russians ambushed my men and took my shipment after killing the five men I sent. Spencer was the only one who returned back alive. Moscov shot him in his leg , said it's a message from him to me. That he won't stop until he takes out every single thing that I love." I gulp at this message. " I thought this was over." " Me too. I knew he was gonna come back , i never knew it was sooner. Reid told me his so called baby mama wasn't his. The bitch lied. He found out and killed her including the child."

“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

"You're disgusting!" "Disgusting?" Spencer felt so consumed by jealousy and anger that he could not bother choosing his words. "Then, what does that make you, who's been with someone so disgusting?" He suddenly picked Ariana up. Still thinking about the video call with Enrique, Ariana cried out, "What are you doing?" "What am I doing?" Spencer's eyes were burning red. "You know what I'm doing!" He threw her on the bed and pressed down on her. "I'd only been making love to you when I was drunk. How could it possibly feel better than doing it sober?" Spencer began tearing at her clothes. "You called me disgusting, right? I'll show you what real disgust is!"