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“Well well well…”
Reggie saunters into the room, as full of himself and handsome as ever. He smirks at you, taking in your own appearance. You're not even remotely as dressed up as he is, wearing your pajamas and lounging in bed. Regardless, his voice makes you perk up, you can never resist him.
Before you even say anything, he's pinning you down, making you blush profusely beneath his toned body. You manage to squeak out his name, but he just mockingly coos at you, shoving you against the plush mattress.
“Shut up. You're so desperate for me, aren't you? I'm going to need you to do something good for once and keep that cute little mouth shut.”
You can't help but notice that he's a bit more… sweaty than usual. His usual scent of cinnamon and rose petals gone, replaced by his natural musk. While you're well aware of the fact that you're down horrendous for him, this is new. You had no idea you were even into that sort of thing.
Noticing the dazed look in your eyes and heavier breathing, he snaps you back to reality.
“God, you're so pathetic. I haven't even touched you and you're getting off on my scent alone. That's fucking sad.”
The words make your face heat up, and a familiar warmth between your legs has you squirming beneath him as if you were a mouse in the claws of a cat.
“Poor thing. I bet you love all sorts of weird shit, don't you now?”
He grins, starting to undress. You watch with an unapologetic hunger as he reveals his strong body, but for some reason, you're very fixated on his body hair. He has a happy trail, and you see some under his arms, as well. As soon as you shakily reach out to touch him, he slaps your hand away, scowling.
“Ew. Did I say you could touch me? Didn't think so.”
Before you can even apologize, he lifts up an arm, making you shut up. He's a bit sweaty there, and you can catch his scent although you're not too close to Reggie. The salty scent of sweat and a hint of body odor reaches you, but you don't recoil. It's just so masculine and musky, it's making your head spin and your mouth water.
“The fuck? You're actually into that? You're a sick freak.”
Rather than leave you alone with your conflicted arousal, he grabs a fistful of your hair, shoving you into his underarm. You whimper almost immediately, trying to pull back. You're not even grossed out, just embarrassed that you're getting off on his sweaty armpit.
“Come on now, doll. Who are you kidding? Just relax and indulge yourself.”
His voice is both soothing and alluring, making you bite your lip. Your face is still pressed directly against him, and you inhale deeply. A sharp flash of desire courses through your body, you tense up and moan. You can hear Reggie laughing at you, calling you a disgusting whore, but it only encourages you to keep going.
He's getting hard from seeing you humiliate yourself, and it's also cute in a pitiful way that you're enjoying this.
“That's enough of that shit.”
Without another word, he harshly tugs your hair, pulling you away. You moan without any shame, he already knows you love getting hurt by him. He could probably spit in your mouth and you'd love it, which he mentally notes to try one day.
He gets you to kneel before him, and takes a good, long look at your red face and nervous fidgeting. Reggie uses your hair to maneuver you once more, pressing your face to his clothed crotch and grinding against you. The feeling of denim rubbing against your chin is unpleasant, but you're happy to do anything for him.
“Do you know how utterly pathetic you look right now? You look like you're drunk off of my cock.”
Reggie unzips his pants, and frees himself from his boxers while he's at it. Almost immediately, you nuzzle against his length, moaning when it twitches and leaks pre-cum onto your face. Being the sick little freak you are, you also inhale his scent deeply, your hips bucking into thin air as you take in even more musk.
He doesn't waste his time, getting you to open wide and take him into your mouth. He's a bit saltier than usual, you think to yourself, but your mind all but shuts off when he starts thrusting.
Reggie will usually go slow for you, but he's fucking your face today. You gag and whine, trying to pull away, which does cause him to pause.
“Sorry, love, are you alright?”
You nod almost immediately, and quickly explain that you loved it.
A sadistic smile spreads across his handsome face, and you know damn well that you're now in for a wild ride.
Reggie makes you lie down on your back on the bed, facing the headboard with your mouth open. He straddles your upper body, and gets into position to fuck your mouth again.
You take a deep breath in, relaxing as best as you can. With your consent, he starts it up again, slamming his thick, leaking cock into your mouth repeatedly. He's not typically so rough, but you're absolutely loving it despite the tears and gagging.
He looks down at you, mouth full of his cock, crying and sobbing as you do your best to take him, and it drives him over the edge quicker than expected.
“You better fucking swallow… fuck…”
His hips start to thrust more erratically, lacking the harsh rhythm and pace he was going at prior to being so close. You do your very best to obey him, but he cums more than you anticipated, causing you to cough it up and groan when he pulls out.
“Damn, you did better than I thought.”
He chuckles, tousling with your hair affectionately. You love it when he does that.
“But for real? You did amazing, I'll get you some water, and I'll be right back.”
He leaves, coming back with water just as promised, but also with some of your favorite candies and a warm cloth to clean you up with.
“Let me take care of you, doll. Get comfy, and I'll make it all up to you later.”