Spencer Reid Smut Novels & Stories

Reid said through ragged breaths. Jane dug her nails into his shoulders as his hands lifted her shirt. He pulled away from her long enough to pull her t-shirt over her head. She tugged at Reid’s shirt and he grabbed the collar and pulled it over his head. He looked exactly like Ryan, chiseled abs and her fingers explored each hard contour. Reid undid the button on his jeans and Jane pushed them down. She had no idea when Reid had zipped down her own jeans but she only realized she wasn’t wearing them anymore when Reid started rubbing her mound over her panties.

Spencer smirks as he pulls me over to the closest bedroom. “Let me think. I believe we are supposed to make up for all the lost sex we had running the pack,” I start removing my dress. “Are you ever going to wear that again?” Spencer asks, already naked. “No why,” I answer, and he rips the dress in two. “Damn, someone is horny.” I pull him into a kiss, and he rips my panties and bra off as well. He sits on the bed, and I straddle him, taking his cock into me.

Spencer looked away from them and back at me. “How do you know?” I asked, looking up at him. Spencer pointed to his nose. “I can smell her mate’s claim on her and humans... They have a smell about them, like prey.” “I smell like prey?” I asked, tilting my head to this side. I didn’t know how to respond to that. “You, my sweet mate,” Spencer brought his face closer to mine. His eyelids fluttered closed as he breathed deeply. “Smell delicious, like sweet berries dipped in heavy cream. Something that I am meant to savor and enjoy.”

Thumb smeared the bead of liquid over the slit. "Fuck...Sandra.." His hips jerked. "Gonna make me come too soon if you keep that up." "I want you bare," I said, voice raw. "Want to feel every inch stretch me open." He froze for a second. Then nodded. "I'm clean. Tested last month. You?" "Clean. On the pill." I spread my legs wider. "Fuck me raw, Damon. Fill me up." A guttural sound tore from his throat.

Austin growls, pulling out of me slowly. “I never knew watching you get fucked could be so fucking hot babygirl.” Spencer says. I moan again. The combination of all our juices spills out of me, leaking onto the counter. “I love when someone watches. It makes me super wet.” I whisper, making them both groan. “You are perfect for us baby. Just damn perfect.” Spencer says. “I am so glad you are ours.” Austin says. I smile. “I’m glad you guys are mine.”

“I really want to taste all of you, to feel your seed slide down my throat, but I want you inside me just as much.” He grinned. “I want that too.” He reached for me, and I moved toward him. Spencer’s hands on my waist helped support me as he slowly lowered me on top of his cock. I was still wet from our release earlier and my new round of arousal, and rode him slowly. Our eyes locked, and our hands gripped each other tightly. It was far more intimate than it should have been, considering the circumstances.

The first time Spencer met her, she'd been wearing a sky-blue sleeveless turtleneck that molded itself to her spectacular guns, making a lump form in his throat as he stared at the way the vertical ribs of her top flowed around and over her voluminous breasts. Spencer had looked at a lot of MILF porn in his time, having a fondness for older women since he'd been a teenager—like all boys—and men. And his mother-in-law Carole was prime MILF material, and he'd often fantasized about her, throwing his arm over his eyes and picturing her in a myriad of sexual activities—all the time while his wife, Peri, knelt between his legs and sucked him off. Yes—he'd blown many a load into his wife's mouth t