Chapter 353 Passionate
Brad grinned like a cat that got the cream and nodded behind me.
The classmates went nuts, cheering and screaming even louder.
I squirmed, trying to get down, but Brad just held me tighter.
"Hey babe, chill. Let's head home." Brad's breath was a bit ragged.
"Luggage." I was clinging to Brad, unable to get down. People were staring and pointing, making me so embarrassed I wanted to disappear. I struggled to get down again.
But Brad's grip was like a vice, making it impossible for me to move.
"Someone will handle it; don't sweat it." He scooped me up and started walking away, his strides so big it felt like he was running.
I glanced back and saw Adam, looking all serious and handsome, reluctantly dragging two suitcases, kicking mine in frustration.
I wanted to tell Adam to be careful with my suitcase—it was pricey, and if he broke it, he'd owe me a new one. But before I could say anything, Brad had already plopped me into the passenger seat, and we were zooming down the road.
I hadn't seen Brad for a week, and I missed him like crazy. Now that he was right here, I couldn't take my eyes off him.
Brad noticed me staring and flashed a warm smile. "Babe, you like what you see?"
I thought, 'Brad's turning on the charm again. Fine, you've seduced me enough times; now it's my turn.'
I leaned over, channeling my inner movie rogue, lifted his chin with my fingertip, and smirked, "Be a good boy, give me a smile, and I'll reward you."
He looked at me indulgently, grabbed my fingertip, and kissed it lightly.
When the car stopped, Brad jumped out, opened the passenger door, threw me over his shoulder, and rushed into the elevator.
It wasn't until the elevator started moving that I realized Brad had brought me to our new place.
"There's nothing here yet, Brad," I said, imagining the passionate events about to unfold in the empty bedroom.
Brad's laughter echoed in the small elevator, carrying a mesmerizing power. "I spent seven days setting everything up, just waiting for you to come back. Sweetheart, I've wanted to make love to you for years. Can I? Baby, can I?"
I didn't know how to react. When the elevator stopped, Brad didn't waste a second, scooping me and rushing back to his place.
Entering the house, the room was pitch dark; I was already pressed tightly against the door.
Fiery kisses overwhelmed me. Brad's big hand controlled the back of my head, holding it in place. Between his warm lips and teeth, there was nothing but wild and intense passion. The usually gentle and calm Brad was as fierce as a beast that had been starving for years.
Brad's other big hand unapologetically slipped under the hem of my sweatshirt, gradually moving upward. His long, cool fingers caressed the delicate skin of my waist, leaving a trail of unfamiliar yet enticing tingles.
I was completely dizzy!
"Baby, can I? I want to make love to you; say yes." Brad said, pressing his forehead against mine, his voice filled with extreme pleasure and restrained pain.
My mind was a mess; I was too stunned to think. My tongue was numb from Brad's sucking, and the words I managed to say were broken and unclear. "Not here."
Brad, overjoyed, carried me into the bedroom and threw me onto the soft bed.
"Baby, thirty years, I've finally waited for this, my beloved baby." Brad excitedly tore off his shirt and threw it away, his eyes filled with lust.
Brad's big hands easily stripped off my jacket. I instinctively twisted my body to escape, but I couldn't succeed. He kissed the skin on my neck desperately, then moved downward.
I was both scared and expectant.
Brad suddenly went crazy, his eyes turning red; he increased his force with a fierce intensity.
I felt like I was floating in a void, unable to avoid or escape; I was like a small boat without a sail, drifting with the waves.
Brad, panting, grabbed my hand and placed it on his belt, looking at me with a dazed expression, his voice hoarse. "Baby, help me undo my belt."
My hands trembled as I fumbled around his waist, squeezing here and pulling there, but I couldn't undo the belt.
It was my first time touching a man's belt. After fumbling for a while, I still couldn't figure out how to undo it, which only made Brad growl more wildly.
Brad, impatient, was about to do it himself when suddenly, the phone on the bed rang, and his hand froze.
The heated atmosphere instantly turned cold.
I suddenly became clear-headed and realized I was completely stripped.
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