Spencer Reid Smut Novels & Stories

I smiled as we both shook each other’s hand. Spencer and I had a longer conversation after that but I was already feeling flushed and fuzzy that I don’t remember anything following that approach. I just recalled that he’s working as a stripper and it made perfect sense with keeping his body ripped and well-sculpted like a herculean god.

Reid Reid stretched his legs out on the coffee table and leaned his head back on the couch, blowing rings of smoke whilst he scrolled through images of BDSM wear on his phone. Jasper had put his name on Reid’s finger, and Reid was determined to return the favor. A nice discrete slave collar, he thought, with a padlock that Reid had the key to… A harness caught his attention, and he leaned forward and stabbed out the joint in the ashtray. “Add to cart,” he grinned. The weed was giving him a nice buzz and influencing his online shopping, he admitted. But damn it, Jasper would look hot in that harness. “Hmph,” he swung his feet down and rose to standing before pacing the room restlessly.

Reid burst into a fit of laughter looking at his brother. “Alright, I give it to you,” Reid admitted and faced the tons of bills in front of him. Reid was the cheerful one amongst the triplet, he was also classy, so classy he doesn't allow any woman to touch him. Reid had once mentioned he was saving himself for their mates. Reid was a happy person who was contended with life and himself, although they were called the demonic Alphas. Reid had dark hair and violet eyes that were always filled with energy and life.

"The internet has been buzzing with news of the upcoming fashion show, barely a few days away," a bright-eyed reporter chirped from the television screen. Brie’s fingers curled into a tight fist. Smash. The remote control slammed against the wall, shattering into pieces. She stood frozen in front of the screen, seething. "The wife of billionaire hotshot Spencer Reid was recently spotted wearing the mysterious Monalisa Collection outside Pasisi Hotel alongside her colleagues..." Brie’s nostrils flared.

It did not matter what expression he wore, he was still handsome as ever and wearing only a pair of low-hanging sweatpants, leaving his impressive, hard arbs on show that had a surge of jealousy take over me at the idea of all the females that were able to see it as well as me. He came to stand in front of me, his hand outstretched, offering me help to get up from the floor. I was just a bit distracted by the bulge staring me in the face, especially when it started twitching in the baggy grey trousers, showing that there was life there. My pussy twitched right along with it, dying to be filled. A deep, growling chuckle came from Reid just before he opened his delicious lips. “Hey short stuff

“Maybe I want it quick first.” Reid made a rough sound and flipped them. He had her on her back on the couch, jeans and panties dragged down her legs in one yank. He shoved her thighs wide and put his mouth on her without warning😳hot, messy, beard scraping her inner thighs while his tongue worked her clit and two thick fingers pushed inside. “Fuck—Professor—” The title slipped out and he groaned against her, sucking harder. He didn’t let up until she came the first time, shaking and cursing, fingers twisted in his hair.

Sat across from her father at the dining table, thighs pressed together, feeling the slickness gather while Victor’s foot nudged hers under the table, Damien’s eyes locked on her chest, Reid smirking over the rim of his wineglass like he knew exactly how close she was to coming undone. Another night: Group: Send us a photo of your fingers inside yourself. Now. She locked herself in the upstairs bathroom, hiked her skirt, spread her legs on the counter, slid two fingers deep, and snapped the shot—glistening, stretched, needy. Sent it. Their replies came in seconds: Victor: Good girl. Edge for ten minutes. No coming. Damien: That’s our pussy. Don’t forget. Reid: We’re going to wreck that tonig

If anyone needed a confidence boost right now, it was me. I get outside the door to the cabin, and Reid is standing outside the door. He is standing basking in the sun wearing jogging sweatpants and shirtless. Nobody should be this attractive; I think I had to hold my drool just now from the visual. He smirks at me like he knows he is hot shit, and for some reason, that makes him more attractive.

Reid fucks my mouth like it’s a game he’s winning, grinning the whole time, pulling out just long enough for me to gasp before shoving back in. “Damn, you’re messy,” he says, wiping spit off my chin with his thumb and pushing it back into my mouth. “Look at you choking on it and still trying to take more. What would big brother say?” I moan around his cock because Cole just hit that spot inside me at the exact same time Reid bottomed out in my throat. And I cum so hard my thighs shake and my muffled scream vibrates up his shaft. “She just came from getting stuffed at both ends,” Reid laughs breathlessly. “That’s insane.”