4• Night With Loveth

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Patrick lay on Loveth and went down to kiss her, his attention drawn to her lovely yellow face and natural pink lips. 

He kissed her lips with his hot lips and savored the taste of her pink lips again. Loveth replied by kissing Patrick back, although it was obvious that she did not know how to kiss. 

Patrick smiled, separating his lips from Loveth's. He sat up straight on his bed, looked at her face, and went backward, saying, "You do not want to suck me, but I am feeling hot and sick with you here with me." 

"Huh," Loveth could not help but be drawn to Patrick, and her heart ached for him to delve into her. Patrick took off Loveth's maid gown and threw it on the tiled floor, exposing her entire exposed body to his sight. 

Even in his intoxicated state, he focused on her larger boobs and took his time removing her bra and innerwear. "How old are you?" Patrick, admiring her breasts, inquired. He also saw that Loveth's face appeared younger than her body, which was more mature than he had imagined. 

"I am 20 years old and will be 21 in January," Loveth stated in a scratchy voice, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she noticed her madam's son staring at her like a predator. 

"Hmm..." Patrick hummed before eventually rubbing Loveth's nude body, hoping to put her in the mood for him. Loveth gasped and bit her lower lip to suppress the groans that were escaping from her mouth because she was embarrassed by the sounds emanating from her own lips. 

Loveth attempted biting her lips even harder to keep from moaning aloud because she could not push Patrick away or escape his chambers. Even when Patrick was inebriated, she enjoyed what he was doing to her. 

It was stirring up something unusual in her core, something she had never felt before, and she did not want him to stop. Patrick kissed her again, separating his lips from Loveth's and allowing his hands to glide down to her cameltoe. 

She startled at his touch, starring at him with wide-open eyes as he appeared so attractive in the dimly lighted blue bulb in his room. Patrick's dark skin, exposed, broad chest, and firm, silky muscles caused Loveth to blush. 

Her pulse beat with excitement as his member appeared to poke her again, leaving her wondering what he intended to do to her. Loveth's friends had warned her that she was missing out. She was eager on learning more about Patrick and having him inside her cave.

 Loveth wanted to feel Patrick, and she was embarrassed by how he paused, peering at her intently as if pondering something, when she informed him she had never slept with a guy before. 

Finally passing over Loveth, Patrick noticed her eyes fixed on him because he was inebriated, but he also craved pleasure because thinking about Willow had aroused him, and Loveth was attractive enough to lure him. 

Patrick, compelled to devour Loveth in her raw state, was hungry for pleasure rather than sustenance. He expected Loveth to be in the mood for him because he never wanted her to accuse him of defiling her. 

Except for Loveth, he had not developed feelings for any of their maids at the mansion. Similarly, simply looking at her face got him excited and want to fulfill her. 

Finally sliding backwards on the bed and away from Loveth, Patrick softly spread her thighs to open them, and she did not resist. She opened her legs wide for him to enter, appreciating him. Patrick leaned forward and pushed his head farther into Loveth's cave, grabbing her clitoral area and making her tremble as she clutched her legs together, holding his head.

 She stopped him from doing what he was about to do and quickly shut her legs. Loveth was taken aback; she had not expected Patrick to suck her cave. He raised his head and looked at her, licking his lips as she focused on him. 

Loveth looks gorgeous, and Patrick forgot about proposing to Willow Albert, who shattered his heart, because all he wanted to do was please Loveth at the time. He prepared himself by approaching Loveth, encouraging her and positioning himself to go deeper into her cave.

Meanwhile, Loveth did not turn down Patrick again because she was equally keen to have him. She likes him and was mentally prepared to have him within her. Patrick thrust into her cave, smashing her walls and inflicting deep aches on her, and she cried in despair, tapping him to stop since she was in pain all over. 

Patrick was already on cloud nine, unable to hear or stop, Loveth clung to him while he continued to pleasure her. He rode her faster, moaning and savoring how wet and tight she was. Not until he heard her cry. He slowed down and let her adjust to his bulk, starring at her tearful face for a time. 

Patrick suddenly remembered that he had not even used protection with Loveth because he was inebriated. He knew that if he stopped to look for a protection to employ, Loveth might reject him, and he would be unable to force himself on her. So he continued his motions, riding her slowly at first, then faster, till he hit his climax and paused, feeling her body shuddered beneath him.

 Patrick collapsed on Loveth, letting off a scorching discharge into her cave. Loveth heard him snore as he fell asleep right on top of her. 

Wiping the corners of her eyes, she realized what had happened between them. She tried to push Parrick away, but he was heavier, and her hands eventually wrapped around him. 

Loveth remembered that she had only entered Patrick's chamber to give his food after his mother complained about his having a weak stomach as a result of his birth at a later age. But she ended up in bed with him.

 Loveth slowly crawled out of Patrick's bed, hoping he would not recall the incident because she had read that inebriated men do not remember much when they wake up. 

Patrick went deeply asleep. He had a dream about a fair-skinned, gorgeous woman in his room. He wanted her but felt weak since he could not approach her. She pushed him away, and he felt her hand rubbed against his torso, realizing they were both n*ked. She approached him, caressed his member, and, to his surprise, sucked on him, leaving him unable to resist. 

Patrick lay immobile, enjoying more pleasure and stared at the lovely lady, attempting to make out her face but failing to see her properly. Loveth finally slid out of Patrick's bed after shoving him away.

 She searched his room for her underwear and pants, which he had left there, and discovered her maid uniform on the tiled floor. 

Stepping out from the bed, Loveth looked at Patrick asleep and covered him with his towel before hurrying to retrieve her maid's short gown and inner wear. 

When the time in his chamber hit 10 p.m., Loveth noticed the dinner she had brought for Patrick on his study table. She swiftly changed into her bra and underpants before donning her pink outfit. 

She looks around his bedroom, making sure she has not forgotten anything. Loveth dashed out of Patrick's chamber and returned to her room on the second floor of the gorgeous building. 

Three other maids work at the mansion beside her. Loveth met Aria Jameson, the senior maid, on the second level, who peered at her suspiciously. Ignoring Aria's questioning look, Loveth dashed inside her own room. 

Shutting the door, she proceeded to her bed and lay down, praying that none of the servants would find out about her escapades with the young master. 

Loveth felt her heart race faster and her cave ache, as if the handsome master's rod was still inside her. She wanted to sleep in his room, but she was worried about what he would do if he awoke and discovered her on his bed. 

Loveth was sad that Patrick had not eaten his food. She knew his mother would inquire whether he had eaten his dinner the night before. She was unable to sleep because she had not expected their first meeting to be so emotional. 

"I could have just pushed him away." Loveth sobbed to herself as she lay on the bed. She stood up to ease herself, as she was alone in her room. She chose to pretend as if nothing had transpired between them, except that Patrick recalled. She ultimately walked back to her bed to fall asleep.