Chapter 3 - The Kiss

Patrick just finished rubbing his arms and thighs when his room door flung open. He stood naked and had thrown his white towel onto the blue chair when the young lady stepped into his private room without warning. She carried a tray of food in her arms, and he wondered if she had left earlier.

"My goodness!" Loveth exclaimed. She hadn't expected to see the young master without clothes.

Loveth swallowed hard and almost lost her grip on the tray of food. Remembering that his mother had told her he had a weak stomach, she clutched the tray tighter, swallowed again, and immediately stared downward.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Patrick stared at Loveth for a second, confused. He hadn't expected anyone to invade his privacy. His blood boiled hot, and he lost the words to respond as she stood there holding the tray he had seen earlier.

Not hearing any response from Patrick, Loveth wondered whether to drop the tray of food somewhere in his large room or to walk back out with it. Then she heard him ask, "What are you doing in here?"

Loveth raised her head to look at Patrick. Her black eyes met his erect dîck, which stood facing her. She swallowed and immediately stared downward again.

"I came to deliver your dinner, sir. Mother said you had a weak stomach, and I felt it important to bring your dinner to you. She looked sad when I told her that you didn't respond and left me to go back to your room."

Loveth raised her head and saw Patrick walking back to the blue chair. She realized he loved blue seats.

Patrick picked up his towel and tied it around his waist. Then he stared back at her angrily.

"Bring it over here and drop it on this table and leave," he ordered.

Loveth swiftly sauntered closer to Patrick as he stood beside the table and the blue chair. She approached the table, and as she wanted to set the tray down, her left arm accidentally brushed past his. She froze as goosebumps spread all over her.

"I'm sorry, sir," Loveth spoke like a whisper. She became afraid, knowing Patrick had been subtly aroused before she stepped in.

Loveth had never slept with a man before, but her best friend Nancy Leo, a fair 22-year-old lady, had told her so much about men and the advantage of dating richer men.

Loveth came from an average home. Her parents weren't poor, but they weren't rich either. They lived normal lives. Her mother worked with the local council as a servant, while her father drove a taxi.

Furthermore, Loveth felt her blood grow hot as the shameless handsome dark-looking man leaned closer to her. Before she could jump away, he held her back by grabbing her slim curvy waist. She still wore her pink uniform and hadn't retired to her room to change into her nightgown.

"Why do you smell of milk?" Patrick asked as he sniffed Loveth's neck. She flipped her head over to meet his handsome gaze, now so close to her view.

Loveth lost the words to reply to Patrick's question as they stood so close together. She felt something hard touching her buttọcks, making her shudder. He let go of her waist a little and stared at her pretty yellow face.

"Have we met before?" Patrick asked again, confusing Loveth further.

"No…" Before she could respond, his sinful lips brushed hers and, without warning, he kissed her lips, giving her the utmost shock of her life. She had never kissed a guy before, not even her village boyfriend who asked her out.

Patrick's kiss deepened. He slid his second hand down to grip one of Loveth's buttocks.

Loveth wanted to push Patrick away with the new surge of feelings that splashed through her. She didn't know him before and had never slept with a guy, but her hands became numb. Instead, they encircled his waist, and she found herself succumbing to all the passionate kisses he placed on her.

Patrick carried Loveth up, and she held his head for support as she kissed him back, responding to his hot kisses.

Loveth felt weak, and she knew it. She hadn't thought she would fall so cheap for her madam's son. How would her mother react when they found out that she had shamelessly slept with her boss's only son on the second day of working with them?

Loveth was only 20 years old. The handsome man, as if he knew her weak spot, carried her up and placed her gently on his king-size bed covered in a white bedspread. He removed his towel, exposing his erect cọck to her. She feared and immediately sat back up on his bed.

"I'm sorry, sir, please let me go!" Loveth begged Patrick with her pleading black eyes.

Patrick felt hot and couldn't listen to Loveth. He knew she was scared because she was new and his mother's maid, but he felt she knew he was naked and had purposely come into his room to offer herself to him. He had already been feeling aroused, before she entered.

"Why are you calling me sir?" Patrick asked as he cupped Loveth's cheeks with both palms and turned her head to face him. He rubbed his fingers across her lips.

"Your lips look so naturally pink. Did you rub something on them?" he asked, surprising her as their eyes met.

"No," Loveth responded. But as she tried to sit up properly, her right hand accidentally touched Patrick's dîck. He moaned, making her gasp in horror. She stared at the hard length between his thighs.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch you there!" Her face filled with horror.

Patrick nodded and took Loveth's right hand, placing it on his dîck himself.

"You can touch me there if you want. Isn't that why you're here?" he asked. Before she could respond, he leaned forward and kissed her neck, tracing her neckline up to her lips. He caught her lips again and kissed her hungrily as he felt all his raging nerves calm from her smooth body.

Patrick slid Loveth's pink gown upward to find her body. He wanted to feel every corner of her body, ranging from her pụssy, her navel button, her boobs, and every God-given feminine bodily asset she had. He wanted to ravish it all.

Loveth melted at Patrick's touch. Whatever magic his hands performed, her body obeyed as if it had a mind of its own. She forgot she had brought his dinner and that he was supposed to eat it. Instead, she ended up in bed with him.

Patrick slid his right finger into Loveth's pant and touched her pụssy. She stiffened and jerked, wanting to pull away from him by force. She parted her lips from his and stared at him, afraid.

"What's the problem? Haven't you done it before?" Patrick asked, raising a brow as he stared at Loveth's pretty chubby face. He wanted to kiss her more, but she shook her head.

Patrick loved the taste of Loveth's lips and didn't want her to step down or stop. She kissed him so softly, a taste different from other ladies he had ever come across. He touched her thigh, but she pushed his hands away and stared at his face.

Patrick rather played with his erect cọck to give himself a hand massage. He felt he wanted to release, not having any warm place to relax and discharge his seeds.

Seeing Patrick stroking his dîck in her view, Loveth felt her pụssy become wet. She groaned and felt drawn to staring at his huge size. It was big, far bigger than the little street boys she had seen. A soft gasp escaped her lips. Patrick then removed the right hand he had used to stroke his rod and touched her lips.

"Can you suck it for me? It will make me feel better."

"What?" Loveth gasped in horror, staring from Patrick's rod to his face. She shook her head.

"No... How can I do that?" she asked nervously.

Patrick frowned, not wanting to believe that Loveth had never slept with a man before.

Seeing Patrick get annoyed and wanting to stand up from the bed, Loveth immediately grabbed his left arm.

With the little force she used to stop him as he was drunk, she ended up pulling him to fall on top of her on his bed.

Patrick stared at Loveth's face. The alcohol he had drunk made him weak, and he lost his stamina when she had simply pulled him back to wait. His head rested on her big bosom, and he wanted her pink gown off that instant to feel her boobs.