Chapter 4 - The Pleasure

Patrick stared at Loveth’s face and at her natural pink lips. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his, kissing her hungrily and savoring the taste.

Loveth responded, but it was so obvious that she didn’t know how to kiss. She kissed him in return, licking his lower lip.

Patrick smiled and parted his lips from Loveth's lips, staring at her face as he moved back and sat up properly on his bed.

“So you don’t want to suck my cóck, but I’m feeling hot and sick with you here with me. Just a little warmth from you won’t hurt, I promise.”

Loveth couldn’t resist Patrick. She felt drawn to his domineering physique, and her cunt ached as though it needed him to plunge into her.

Patrick stripped off Loveth's pink gown and threw it to the tiled floor, exposing her full bare body to his view even in his drunken state.

He stared at the huge bust that were drawing him to suck, and he took time removing her bra and underwear as well.

“How old are you?” Patrick asked Loveth, as her face looked younger but her body was more mature than he could have thought.

“I’m 20 years old, and will be 21 next month, January,” Loveth said in a hoarse voice, feeling her cheeks burn redder in embarrassment as her boss’s son stared at her like a predator.

“Hmm,” Patrick hummed, finally rubbing Loveth's bare body to get her in the mood with him.

Loveth moaned and bit her lower lip to stop herself from moaning loudly, embarrassed by the sounds escaping her own lips.

She bit her bottom lip more to prevent herself from moaning aloud. She couldn’t push him away nor dart out of his room even though he was drunk, because whatever he was doing was awakening something strange in her cunt—something she had never felt before—and she didn’t want him to stop either.

Patrick parted his lips from Loveth's brẹasts, and let his hand travel down to her cunt. She gasped at his touch and stared at him with wide eyes.

He looked so handsome in the dim shining blue light of his room.

His taut dark skin, broad chiseled chest, and hard smooth muscles made her heart panic with excitement.

His huge cóck seemed to caress her, making her fear what he wanted to do, yet she was also eager to know and have him plunge into her.

Her best friend had spoken to her about handsome dark men, and she felt she was missing out.

Loveth wanted to feel Patrick's huge rod in her cunt, and she felt embarrassed by the way he paused and stared at her body, as though contemplating something after she told him she hadn’t slept with a man before.

Patrick finally moved over Loveth's body on the bed. He saw her eyes focused on him; he was drunk and blurry but also wanted pleasure.

The thought of Willow had triggered him, and this woman was beautiful. He felt hungry to eat her up—not for food, but for pleasure.

Patrick wanted Loveth to be in the mood with him—the last thing he would ever want was for any lady to accuse him of defiling her.

He had never taken a liking to any of their maids in the mansion before, except for Loveth. Staring at her pretty face and seductive body, he felt drawn to sleep with her.

Patrick then shifted backward away from Loveth's body, moving downward and slowly parting her legs open.

She responded by not stopping him, but rather parting her legs wide open for him to enter, smiling nervously at him, too.

But he then leaned forward and dipped his head into her cunt, making her shudder.

Loveth clasped her legs shut, holding Patrick's head in her cunt, as she stopped him from attempting to suck her cunt.

She was so shocked by what he had just done—his lips had captured her cunt and sucked on it.

Patrick raised his head and stared at Loveth's face as he licked his lips, meeting her widened eyes.

She looked beautiful, and at that moment he forgot he had ever met anyone named Willow Albert who broke his heart.

All Patrick wanted was Loveth. He neared her again on his bed and positioned himself to go deeper into her.

Loveth did not refuse Patrick again, as she also wanted him and liked him.

She prepared in her mind to have him—until he thrust his huge length into her core, shattering her walls. She gasped in pleasure, gripping his arms and tapping him to stop as pain washed over her.

Patrick was already in cloud nine and couldn’t listen to Loveth's pleas nor stop as she clung and tapped on his arm.

He rode her faster, loving how wet and tight she was, until he heard her crying.

He slowed and stopped, staring at her crying face for a moment to let her adjust to him.

Patrick then remembered he hadn’t even used protection—he was drunk.

He knew if he withdrew to look for a condom to wear, she might end up refusing him, and he wouldn’t be able to force himself on her.

So he continued, riding her slowly and then faster until he reached his climax and stopped, feeling her body shudder beneath him.

Patrick then collapsed on Loveth as he discharged all his seed into her cave. Next, she heard him snoring, as he drifted to sleep on top of her.

Loveth wiped the corners of her eyes as reality dawned on her about what had happened between them.

She tried to push him away, but he was heavier, so her hands ended up hugging him against her.

Loveth remembered she had only stepped into Patrick’s room to deliver his dinner because his mother complained about him having a weak stomach due to her giving birth to him at an older age.

But she had ended up in bed with him. She had heard that some drunken men hardly remember things when they wake up.

Patrick fell into a deep slumber. He dreamed of a beautiful woman with him in his room—she was fair-skinned and beautiful.

Patrick felt weak as he wanted to sleep with the woman and probably have that wild sex in his dream, but she pushed him away instead. He saw her hand rake over his body, realizing they were both bare.

In his dream, she neared him and touched his rod, and to his greatest shock, sucked on him.

Patrick was too weak to do anything. He lay lifeless, staring at the woman's face and trying to figure out her face, but he couldn’t see her clearly.

Loveth then slid out from his bed after pushing Patrick away. She searched his room for her underwear and bra where he had thrown them, and she saw her pink uniform on the tiled ground.

Loveth then stepped down from Patrick's bed and stared at him sleeping peacefully.

She then used his white towel to cover him up as she rushed to pick up her short pink gown and her underwear and bra to put them on.

The time in the room hit 10 p.m., and Loveth stared at the table and saw the meal she had brought for Patrick.

She quickly put on her bra and underwear, then her uniform. She stared around his bed so as not to forget anything, then darted out of his chamber, rushing back to her room on the second floor where she shared with the other maids working for the Andersons.

Arriving on the second floor, Loveth met the head maid, Aria Jameson who stared at her irritably.

Loveth ignored Aria and quickly walked to her own room. There were about four maids: the head maid, her assistant, one other maid, and Loveth.

Futhermore, Loveth walked into her room, slowly closing her door behind her, and walked to her bed and climbed onto it. She hoped none of the maids would find out the truth of what happened between the young master and her.

Loveth felt her heart palpitate and her cunt still throbbing as though the handsome master’s rod was still in her.

She wanted to have slept there in his chamber, but she feared what he would do to her when he woke up.

Patrick was drunk, and he hadn’t even eaten his dinner.

Loveth felt sad about it, knowing his mother would ask him by daybreak if he ate his dinner last night.

She lay on her bed—sleeping was difficult, as she had never planned for their first meeting to be like that.

“I could have just pushed him away,” Loveth said as she sobbed, finally laying on her side to drift to sleep.

She lay for a while, then stood up to ease herself—she was using her room alone.

She decided to pretend like nothing ever happened between them, unless Patrick remembered, since she also liked and admired him.

Loveth finally walked back to her bed, laid down, and fell asleep.