Chapter 3. The Bang

Patrick had just finished rubbing his arms and thighs when his bedroom door flung open. He was without clothes and had thrown his white towel onto the blue chair in his bedroom. And the young lady, without warning, stepped into his bedroom, carrying a tray of food in her hands, which he had seen before, and he was confused if she hadn't left.

"Oh my goodness!" Loveth exclaimed, as she hadn't expected to see the young master without clothes.

She swallowed hard and almost lost grip of the tray of meal in her hands. But remembering that Mrs. Eleanor had personally told her that Patrick had a weak stomach, Loveth clutched tightly to the tray of food in her hands.

She gulped hard, as she stared downwards and apologized to Patrick, "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy."

"Mm," Patrick stared at Loveth in shock for a second, confused, as he hadn't expected anyone to intrude on his privacy.  His blood boiled hot, and he also lost the words to respond to her, as she stood with the tray which he had previously seen with her.

Not hearing any response from the tall black man, Loveth contemplated whether to put the tray of the meal down somewhere in the large bedroom. As she honestly didn't know it was his room, she thought to walk back out with it, but she heard him question her, "What are you still doing inside here?"

"I... I..." Loveth raised her head upward, but her black eyes came in contact with Patrick's rod that stood erect facing her.

She gulped hard and stared downward again. Then she said, "I came to deliver your dinner to you, sir. As mother had said that you have a weak stomach, and I felt it important to bring your dinner here to you. Since madam looked so sad when I told her that you left me and didn't respond to me, going back to one of the room doors."

"Hmm..." Patrick only hummed, not responding to Loveth.

However, Loveth raised her head upward again and saw Patrick walking back to the blue chair in the room. She realized that he loved colored purple and blue seats.

Patrick picked up his white towel first and tied it around his waist. Then he stared back at Loveth angrily and ordered her to, "Bring it over here, and put it on this table and leave."

Loveth swiftly sauntered closer to meet Patrick and to put the tray of meal on the table, as he stood beside it.

Loveth approached the table, but as she wanted to put the tray of meal on the table, her left arm mistakenly brushed past Patrick's right arm, and she froze, as she felt goosebumps all over her skin.

Loveth immediately apologized to him, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to touch you," she nervously spoke like a whisper, shaking as she became afraid and knowing that the black man was subtly aroused, when she had made a mistake by stepping into his bedroom.

Loveth hadn't slept with a man before, but her best friend Nancy Leo, a fair-complexioned 22-year-old young lady, had spoken to her so much about men, and the advantage of dating a richer, handsome man.

Loveth was from an average home, her parents weren't poor, nor rich, but they were living normal lives, as her mother works with the local council as a servant there, while her father was a taxi driver.

Loveth felt her blood pressure become hot, as the shameless black man leaned closer to her. And before she could jump away from him, he grabbed her waist and held her back to himself, as his bare hands wrapped around her slim waist.

Similarly, Loveth was still in her pink dress and hadn't retired back to her room to change her uniform into her nightgown. But Patrick questioned her, "What do you smell of?... Milk?" He asked her, sniffing her again.

Loveth flipped her head over to meet Patrick's handsome gaze on her, so close to her viewing. She lost the words to reply, as they were in close proximity, and she felt something hard touching her buttọcks.

Loveth shuddered in Patrick's hold, but he let go of her and stared at her pretty, yellow face.

"Have we met before?" Patrick asked, confusing Loveth the more. Before she could respond to him, his sinful lips brushed hers and, without warning, he kissed her lips, giving her the utmost shock of her life, as she hadn't kissed a guy before. Not even her village boyfriend asking her out.

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

Loveth wanted to push Patrick away with the new surge of feelings that splashed through her, as she didn't know him before, and hadn't slept with a guy before.  But her hands became numbed and rather encircled his waist, and she found herself succumbing to all the dirty kisses he did on her.

Patrick carried Loveth up, and she held his neck for support; as she kissed him in return, responding to his hot kisses on her.

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

Loveth was only 20 years old, and the handsome man, like he knew her weak spot, carried her up and placed her gently on his king-size bed covered in white bedspread.

Patrick removed his towel, exposing his phallus to her view, and she feared and sat up back on his bed.

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

Patrick was aroused, and he couldn't listen to Loveth. He knew she was scared because she was his mother's new maid, but he felt she knew he was without clothes and purposely came into his room to offer herself to him, as he was feeling hot before she entered.

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

"Your lips look so naturally pink, did you rub something on them?" Patrick asked, surprising Loveth as their eyes met.

"No," Loveth responded shyly, but as she wanted to sit up properly, her right hand mistakenly touched his rod, and he moaned, making her gasp in horror, and she stared at the hard cóck in between his thighs.

"Ha! I am sorry, I didn't mean to touch you there!" Loveth's face was filled with horror, and Patrick nodded and took her right hand and placed it on his rod by himself.

"You can touch me there if you want, isn't that why you're here?" Patrick asked her, and before she could respond, Patrick leaned forward and kissed her neck again, tracing her neckline and up to her lips. He caught her lips and kissed her passionately, as he felt his raging nerves calmed by her smooth body.

Patrick slid Loveth's maid gown upwards to find her core, as he wanted to feel every corner of her body. From her pûssy, her navel button, her boobs, and every God-given feminine bodily asset that she has, he wanted to ravish it all.

Loveth melted at Patrick's touch, as whatever magic his hands was doing, her body obeyed like it had a mind of its own.

She forgot she brought his dinner and he was supposed to eat it, but rather she ended up in bed with him.

Patrick slid his right finger into Loveth's pant and touched her pûssy, making her stiffen and jerk away, wanting to pull away from him by force. As she parted her lips away from kissing his, and stared at him afraid.

"What's the problem? Haven't you done it before?" Patrick asked, raising an eyebrow as he stared at Loveth's cute face. He wanted to kiss her the more, but she shook her head and replied, "No."

Patrick loved the taste of Loveth's lips and didn't want her to step down from his bed, nor stop him. As she kissed him so softly, a taste different from the other ladies he had kissed and ever came across.

Patrick touched Loveth's thigh, but she pushed his hands away and stared at his face in shock. He rather played with his rod to give himself a hand massage, as he felt he wanted to burst, not having any warm place to relax and discharge his seeds.

Seeing him stroking his rod in her view, Loveth felt her center dripping wet, and she groaned and felt drawn to staring at his size.

It was big, far bigger than the little street boys she had seen. A soft gasp escaped Loveth's lips, and Patrick removed his hand, which he had used in stroking his rod, to touch and caress her lips.

"Can you suck it for me, it will make me feel better?" Patrick asked, and Loveth gasped again in horror, "Ha!"

Staring from his rod and to his face, she shook her head and replied, "No... How can I do that?" She asked him nervously, and Patrick frowned, not wanting to believe that she hadn't slept with a man before.

Seeing Patrick getting annoyed and wanting to stand up from the bed, Loveth immediately grabbed his left arm to make him wait.

But with the little force that she had used to stop him, as he was drunk, she ended up pulling him to fall on top of her.

Patrick stared at Loveth's face. The alcohol he drank 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 at that moment, he wanted her maid uniform off to feel her huge boobs.