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, and the young lady, without warning, stepped into his personal chamber carrying a tray of food in her arms. He was confused as to whether she hadn't left before.
"Oh my!" Loveth exclaimed, as she hadn't thought of seeing the young master without clothes.
Loveth swallowed and almost lost grip of the tray in her hands, but remembering his mother had told her that he had a weak stomach. She clutched tighter to the tray as she swallowed and immediately stared downwards.
"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to..."
"Hmm..." Patrick stared at Loveth for a second, confused, as he hadn't thought of someone invading his privacy.
His blood boiled hot, and he also lost words to respond to her as she stood with the tray of meals he had seen her with.
Not hearing any response from Patrick, Loveth contemplated whether to drop the tray of the meal around in his large bedroom or to walk out with it.
However, she heard him question with a stern voice, "What are you still doing in here?"
"I..." Loveth slowly raised her head to stare at Patrick. Her black eyes came in contact with his huge rod that stood erect facing her. She swallowed hard, and hastily stared downwards.
"I'm sorry sir. I came to deliver your dinner to you, as your mother said you had a weak stomach, and I felt it important to bring your dinner to you. Because she looked sad and worried when I told her that you didn't respond to me and left me, going back to your room," Loveth said, but Patrick didn't respond to her.
Loveth raised her head and saw Patrick walking back to the blue-colored executive chair in his room. She realized he loved the blue and purple-colored seats.
However, Patrick picked up his towel and tied it around his waist, and he stared back at Loveth angrily.
"Bring the tray over here and drop it on this table and leave!" Patrick ordered with a stern voice.
Loveth hastily sauntered closer to Patrick to keep the tray. He stood beside the table and the chair, and she approached the table to keep it.
However, when Loveth wanted to drop the tray on the table, her arms mistakenly brushed past Patrick's arm, and she froze, as she felt goosebumps all over her body.
"I'm sorry, sir... I didn't mean to," Loveth said, like a whisper, as she became afraid of Patrick, knowing he was subtly aroused before she stepped in.
Loveth hadn't slept with a man before, but her best friend Nancy Leo, a fair 22-year-old lady, had spoken to her so much about black men, and the advantage of dating richer men.
Loveth was from an average home; they weren't 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.
Loveth felt her blood become hot as the shameless, handsome, dark-looking man leaned closer to her. And before she could jump away from him, he grabbed her waist, as she was still in her pink maid uniform, and hadn't retired back to her room to change into her nightgown.
"What do you smell of... milk?" Patrick asked, as he sniffed Loveth.
However, Loveth flipped her head over to meet his handsome, cold gaze on her, so close to her view.
She lost words to reply to his question as they stood so close to each other, and she felt something rigid touching her buttocks, making her shudder in his hold.
Patrick let go of Loveth and stared at her pretty yellow face.
"Have we met before?" He asked, confusing her more.
Loveth gulped hard, not knowing what to say. Before she could respond to him, Patrick's sinful lips brushed hers as he drew her closer, and without warning, sealed his lips on hers again, kissing her hungrily and giving her the utmost shock of her life. As Loveth hadn't kissed a guy before—not even her village boyfriend asking her out.
Patrick deepened the kiss, and he slid his second hand behind her back and gripped one of her buttocks, squeezing it gently.
Loveth felt like pushing Patrick away, but with the new surge of feelings that splashed through her, as she hadn't slept with a guy before.
Her hands became numb and rather encircled his waist, and she found herself succumbing to all the dirty kisses he gave her.
Patrick carried Loveth up, encircling her legs around his waist, and she held onto his head 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 cheaply for her madam's son. And she thought, how would her parents 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 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 a white bedspread.
Patrick removed his towel, exposing his full hardened length to Loveth's view, and she feared and immediately sat up back on his bed, afraid of what he wanted to do to her.
"I'm sorry, sir, please let me go!" Loveth begged, with her pleading black eyes, but Patrick was already aroused, and he didn't listen to her.
Patrick knew Loveth was scared because she was new and also his mother's maid, but he felt she knew he was without clothes, and purposely came into his room to offer herself to him. And he was already feeling hot before she entered.
"Why are you calling me sir? I'm not old," Patrick said, and he cupped her chin, raising her head to face him. He brushed his thumb on her lips.
"Your lips look so naturally pink. Did you rub something on it?" Patrick asked, surprising Loveth more as their eyes met again.
"No, sir," Loveth stammered, but as she wanted to sit up properly, her right hand mistakenly touched Patrick's rod, and he moaned, making her gasp in horror, and she stared at his hard little man that she had mistakenly touched.
"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to touch you there," Loveth's face immediately turned red in embarrassment and filled with horror, but Patrick rather smiled at her and took her right hand and placed it on his rod by himself, making her gasp again.
"Ahh!"
"It's okay, you can touch me there if you want. Isn't that why you're here?" Patrick asked, and before Loveth could respond, he leaned toward her and kissed her neck, tracing it up to her lips, and he captured her lips again, and kissed her hungrily.
Patrick was feeling aroused, and felt all his previous anger about Willow cheating on him, disappear away by Loveth's smooth body.
Patrick slid Loveth's maid gown upwards to find her center as he wanted to feel every corner of her body.
From her cameltoe, her navel button, her boobs, and every God-given feminine bodily asset that she had, Patrick wanted to ravish it all.
Loveth melted at Patrick's touch because whatever magic his hands were doing, her body obeyed like it had a mind of its own.
Loveth forgot she brought Patrick's dinner to him, and he was supposed to eat it, but she ended up in bed with him.
Patrick slid his finger into Loveth's pant and touched her center. But she jerked away from him, pulling away her lips, as she stared afraid at him.
"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 again, but she shook her head instead.
Patrick loved the taste of Loveth's lips and didn't want her to stop kissing him or to step down from his bed. As she kissed him so softly, a taste different from other ladies he had met.
Patrick touched Loveth's thigh again, but she pushed his hands away and stared at his face in fret. He then played with his hard little man, giving himself a hand massage, as he felt hot like he wanted to explode, not having any warm place to relax and discharge his seeds into.
Loveth saw Patrick stroking himself, and she felt her center dripping wet juice, as she felt drawn to staring at his size.
It was big. Far bigger than the little street boys she had seen, and a soft gasp escaped her lips, as Patrick removed his hand and used it to touch her lips.
"Can you suck it for me? It will make me feel better," Patrick asked, and Loveth shook her head in disbelief, staring from his rod to his face, and she shook her head again.
"No... How can I do that?" She asked him, and he frowned, not wanting to believe that she hadn't slept with a man before.
Patrick got annoyed and wanted to stand up from his bed, but Loveth caught him and pulled his left hand back to wait.
However, with the little effort Loveth had used to stop Patrick to wait, he ended up falling on top of her on his bed. As he was drunk, and he stared at her pretty face beneath him because the alcohol had made him a little weak.
Patrick lost his stamina when Loveth had simply pulled him back to wait. His head rested on her big bosom, and at that moment, he wanted her maid gown off to feel her huge bréasts.