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Twitter~Part 4

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"Round 2?" I stared at him completely baffled. I mean, already? "I'm just kidding. Don't look so scared," he said while untying my wrists. I couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed now.

He threw his sweatshirt at me, so I put it on. After I put it on, I realized he had taken off his mask. I averted my eyes, thinking if I looked at him I'd be disrespectful.

"Well, I know I said I was joking," he walked towards me, making me feel small again. "But you seem upset that I said that." He lifted my chin, staring directly into my eyes. He was tan, but still had adorable freckles on his nose and cheeks. He had a few scars on his face, the biggest on his cheek, but it made him hotter. It also looked like he cared for his skin, and his eyebrows. He became more attractive by the second.

While I looked over his face, searching for any imperfection, I felt like he was gazing into my soul. He leaned in and slightly brushed my lips. I couldn't help but feel like he was teasing me again.

He pulled away and turned on another light, so it wasn't just red in the van. Grabbing his underwear really quick, he put them on. He sat at the desk, and turned on all of the monitors.

"Come sit," he said. I looked around, there was no where to sit.

"Where?" I asked.

"My lap," he patted his lap. I sat on his lap, aware that I was only wearing an oversized sweatshirt, and he was only wearing underwear. I was getting worked up again. I started blushing like crazy. He was just typing (insanely quick), but I was thinking about s*x again.

"Look at this," he pointed to the screen. He had pulled up all of my tweets! I covered my eyes with my hands.

"Oh god." It was so embarrassing.

"I'll read some for you. 'They put the d in daddy 💖🧚‍♂️✨ now put the d in me.'" He started chuckling. "'One word. Daddy.' Oh look, you made me an edit."

"Stoppppp," I pleaded. He smacked my butt, causing me to jump a bit in surprise.

"Stand up," I stood up, still covering my eyes. God, this was embarrassing. He stood behind me, pushing the chair back a bit.

He grabbed my hands, ripping them away from my eyes. Then he held them behind my back, as if he was going to arrest me. He held my hands in place with one of his, but I didn't resist much. I turned my head away instead, thinking about all of the cringey stuff I wrote.

"Look," he ordered, grabbing my hair. Holy cr*p this is hot. I looked and saw all of my awful tweets. Anonymous let go of his grip. Then, he picked me up bridal style, somehow in this tiny area. He walked towards the bed and laid me down. He got on top of me, and kissed me, while caressing my thigh.

"Somebody likes getting their hair pulled," he whispered, while inching his hand closer up the oversized sweatshirt. He started lightly kissing my jaw and neck again. Then, he started kissing down my body, stopping to kiss more at my waist.

He grabbed my thighs and spread them open, while I tried to close them out of embarrassment. He kiss my inner thighs, causing my breathing to get heavier. I gripped the bedsheet, trying to get a handle on myself.

"Can I?" He asked, while staring at me. I nodded my head, unable to speak.

Immediately, he went in. He started off by sucking on my cl*t. I moaned and grabbed his hair. He grabbed my thigh and held me closer.

"Oh my god," I moaned, while sitting up and arching my back. Instinctively, I started grinding on his face, wanting him to go faster. Usually I have to fake it, but I couldn't resist my urges to moan.

He used his tongue to explore more of me. Then, he started to focus on my cl*t again. I felt it starting to build up.

"Please," I begged. I wrapped my legs around his face. I was moaning like an insane person, while he destroyed me. He found a spot that made my whole body twitch.

"Right there. Oh god," I swore as I came. He didn't stop though. He kept going, just as fast and hard as before, making my whole body shake. I tried to squirm out of his hold, but I didn't really want that. It felt so good.

He started to slow down, and soon stopped. I laid there on the bed, unable to move. Somehow, he squeezed himself in between the van wall and me, on the bed. He stared at me, but I was trying to control my breathing. Anonymous then pulled a blanket over us, and snuggled up next to me. We laid there speechless, before I fell asleep.

End of this story.