Chapter 3: The Kiss

"Oh my goodness!" Loveth exclaimed as she had not thought of seeing the young master without clothes.

She swallowed and almost lost her grip on the tray of meal in her hands.

Remembering his mother had told her that he had a weak stomach, Loveth clutched the tray tighter as she swallowed and stared downwards.

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

Patrick had just finished rubbing his arms and thighs when his room door flung open. He was without clothes and had thrown his white towel to the couch. The young lady, without warning, stepped into his personal chamber carrying a tray of food in her arms. He got confused, wondering if she had not left before.

Patrick stared at Loveth for a few seconds in confusion as he had not thought someone would invade his privacy.

His blood boiled hot, and he also lost words to respond to her as she stood with the tray he had previously seen with her.

Not hearing any response from Patrick, Loveth contemplated whether to drop the tray of meal around in his large room or walk back out with it. She heard him question, "What are you doing in here?"

Loveth raised her head up to stare at Patrick, and her black eyes came into contact with his dîck that stood facing her. She swallowed and quickly stared downwards.

"I came to deliver your dinner. Mother said you had a weak stomach, and I felt it important to bring your dinner to you as she looked sad when I told her that you did not respond and left me, going back to your rooms."

Loveth raised her head up 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 first, then stared back at Loveth's face angrily.

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

Loveth quickly sauntered closer to Patrick as he stood beside the table and the chair. She approached the table, and as she wanted to drop the tray on the table, her arms mistakenly brushed against his, and she froze as she felt goosebumps all over her.

"Sorry, sir," Loveth spoke like a whisper as she became afraid, knowing the man was subtly aroused before she stepped in.

Loveth had not slept with a man before, but her best friend, Nancy Leo, a fair twenty-two-year-old lady, had spoken to her so much about men and the advantage of dating richer men.

Loveth was from an average home. They were not poor, neither were they rich, but they lived normal lives as her mother worked with the local council as a servant there, while her father was a taxi driver.

Futhermore, Loveth felt her blood become hot as the shameless, handsome, dark-looking man leaned closer to her. Before she could jump away from him, he held her back by grabbing her slim, curvy waist. She was still in her pink uniform and had not retired back to her room to change into her nightgown.

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

Loveth lost words to reply to Patrick's question as they were both standing so close, and she felt something erect touching her buttocks, making her shudder.

Patrick let go of Loveth a little and stared at her pretty, fair face.

"Have we met before?" he asked her again, confusing her even 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 had not kissed a guy before—not even her village boyfriend who had asked her out.

Patrick's kiss deepened, and he slid his second hand down to grip one of Loveth's buttocks. She wanted to push him away with the new surge of feelings that splashed through her. She did not know him before and had not slept with a guy before, but her hands became numb, and she rather hugged his waist. She found herself succumbing to all the hot kisses he gave her.

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

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

Loveth was only twenty years old, and 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.

Patrick removed his towel, exposing his hard, full length to Loveth's view, and she feared and quickly sat up back on his bed.

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

Patrick was aroused, and he could not listen to Loveth's pleading. He knew she was scared because she was his mother's new maid, but he felt she knew he was nàked and purposely came into his room to offer herself to him, as he was already feeling aroused, before she entered.

"Why are you calling me sir?" Patrick asked Loveth as he cupped her cheeks with both his palms and turned her head to face him, as he brushed his fingers along 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 wanted to sit up properly, her right hand mistakenly touched Patrick's dîck, and he moaned, making her gasp in horror. She stared at the hard member between his thighs.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to touch you there!" Loveth's face was filled with horror.

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

"You can touch me there if you want. Isn't that why you're here?" He asked her, and before she could respond, he leaned forward and kissed her neck, tracing her neckline and up to her lips.

Patrick caught Loveth's lips again and kissed her passionately as he felt all his raging nerves calmed by her smooth body.

Likewise, Patrick slid Loveth's pink gown upwards to find her body as he wanted to feel every corner of her body—ranging from her pûssy, her waist, her brẹasts, and every God-given feminine bodily asset that she had. He wanted to ravish it all.

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

Loveth forgot she had brought Patrick's dinner and that he was supposed to eat it, but instead she ended up in bed with him.

Patrick slid right finger into Loveth's panties and touched her pụssy, and she stiffened and jerked, wanting to pull away from him by force. She parted her lips away 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 face, wanting to kiss her lips more. But she shook her head.

Patrick loved the taste of Loveth's lips and did not want her to step down or stop, as she kissed him so softly—a taste different from other ladies he had ever come across.

Patrick touched Loveth's thigh, but she pushed his hand away and stared at his face. He played with his dîck 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 Patrick stroking his dîck in her view, Loveth felt her pụssy dripping wet. She moaned 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 the hand he had used in stroking his dîck 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 dîck to his face, and she shook her head.

"No, how can I do that?" she asked him nervously.

Patrick frowned, not wanting to believe that Loveth had not slept with a man before.

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

With the little force Loveth used to stop Patrick, 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 huge brẹasts.