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[20]

Bradley blocked his cell phone again and looked towards the bar, Gaga still had her back to him. He walked over and pulled up a stool to sit next to Gaga.

— Hey!

— Hi! - Gaga sipped her whiskey and turned to Bradley.

— I just saw your message.

— Did you see?

— Yes.

— And? - She questioned him crossing her legs.

— Are you sure?

— No. - Gaga shook her head.

— I mean, won't you regret it tomorrow? - Bradley rested both arms on the counter.

— Probably yes.

— You're making me confused.

— I wanted to send what I sent, but I don't want to be thinking about the consequences.

— It's all right. It's just that I'm not.. you're a little drunk, I don't want to take advantage of the situation.

— Yes, I am drunk, but I am completely aware of what I asked of you. If you don't want to, I understand. You don't have to accept and...

She was taken by surprise when Bradley gripped her wrist tightly and brought her hand over his rigid member.

— Oh dear, I've been hard since I felt your body against mine while we were dancing, so don't come and tell me I don't want to do anything with you.

Gaga got turned on when touching the member of Bradley. When he released her hand, she placed it on the counter and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Then she took a final sip of the whiskey.

— I'll go ahead and wait for you in the elevator. - Gaga spoke in Bradley's ear and bit his ear causing goosebumps on him.

Bradley just nodded.

— Look! Stefani is already going to the room. - Ashley pointed out.

— How strange that she didn't ask me to come along. Stef hates sleeping alone. - Nat looked confused as his sister crossed the bar towards the exit.

It wasn't long before Bradley got up, straightened his pants and headed out the door, too.

— Don't fuck me! Look who's going to sleep too. - Scott gestured the quotes on the word sleep.

— Fuck! I don't believe. I'm betting all my chips tonight. - Natali got up to say goodbye to her friends.

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— Fuck me. Are you already here? I don't think you waited 1 minute after I left. - Gaga smiled shaking her head.

— Maybe I'm a little anxious. Bradley pulled her around the waist and got them into the elevator.

Gaga smiled and pushed him — Behave yourself, do you want to be in the headlines tomorrow?

— Clearly not. - Bradley composed himself, remembering that the hotel elevator was panoramic.

When they entered Gaga's suite, Bradley waited for her to close the door and pushed her against the wall with her back to him.

Bradley approached her and put all of her hair over her left shoulder, leaving the right side of her neck completely accessible to him. Bradley rubbed his face over her neck, shivering wherever he went.

— Stef, I don't want you to think I came for this, tonight. - Bradley spoke in her ear and then sucked her lobe.

— I know. I was the one who invited you to this. - Gaga whispered as she threw her neck back.

— I want to talk about us. - Bradley nibbled the skin on her neck and Gaga let out a moan.

— I don't want to talk about us, I wanna you to fuck me. - Gaga spoke harshly.

Bradley laughed at Gaga's unexpected response. — Do you want me to fuck you? Where's the girl from a few minutes ago who wrote to me saying she wanted to make love? - Bradley squeezed Gaga's ass firmly.

— She stayed downstairs. The girl who is here now wants to be fucked. If you are able to do that for her.

Bradley thrust against her, his hard member can be felt through the thin satin dress. He took Gaga's hands and pinned them against the wall. — Oh honey, tell me a damn time I didn't make you satisfied. Wasn't the way I fucked you good for you? – Bradley he released a hand from her and pulled her around the waist while sucking on her neck in a way that would probably leave a bruise the next day.

— I don't know. I don't remember. - Gaga provoked him. Her underwear was wet.

— Don't you remember? So let me refresh your memory. - Bradley reached under the slit of Gaga's dress and rubbed her pussy.

Gaga moaned.

— I have the impression that you're lying to me babe. You seem to remember very well the way I fucked you.

After rubbing hard Gaga's pussy, her legs were shaking, Bradley pulled her dress over her head. Her big ass was facing him and a white lace thong made her look even hotter. Bradley squeezed her buttocks with both hands.

He couldn't take that game anymore, his penis hurt inside his pants. Bradley turned her around sharply and finally they kissed.

It wasn't entirely true that Gaga wanted a fuck with Bradley, obviously she wanted him a lot, but after spending the night talking to him and after they danced, she just wanted to give herself over to their love, that love that she missed it, that desire to be together, but it isn't easy. It was easier to convince yourself that just sex would be enough. Bradley wanted her more than anything, but he wanted more than sex, he wanted her in his life again.