3: Loose Control

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, and he got confused, wondering if she hadn't left before.

"Oh my goodness!" Exclaimed Loveth, as she hadn't expected to see the young master without clothes. She swallowed and almost lost her grip on the tray of meals in her hands. Remembering his mother had told her that he had a weak stomach, she clutched the tray tighter as she swallowed and immediately stared downwards.

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

Patrick stared at Loveth for a few seconds, confused as he hadn't expected someone to 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 him, Loveth contemplated whether to drop the tray of the meal around his large room, or to walk out with it. Then she heard him ask, "What are you doing in here?"

Loveth raised her head to look at Patrick, however her black eyes came in contact with his manhood that stood facing her. She swallowed and immediately looked downwards.

"I came to deliver your dinner. Mother said you had a weak stomach and I felt it was important to bring your dinner to you. She looked sad when I told her that you didn't respond and left me, going back to your rooms."

Loveth raised her head and saw Patrick walking back to the purple-colored executive chair, realizing he loved purple-colored seats. Patrick picked up his towel and tied it around his waist first before staring back at Loveth angrily.

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

Loveth immediately sauntered closer to Patrick, standing beside the table and the seat. She approached the table, intending to drop the tray on it. However, her arms mistakenly brushed past Patrick's, and she froze as she felt goosebumps all over her skin.

"Sorry, sir," she whispered, becoming afraid knowing the man 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 men and the advantages of dating richer men.

Loveth was from an average home, not poor or rich, living a normal life. Her mother worked with the local council as a servant, while her father was a taxi driver.

She felt her blood becoming 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 waist as she was still in her maid uniform and hadn't retired to change into her nightgown.

"Why do you smell of milk?" he asked her, sniffing her. Loveth lost words to reply to his question as they stood so close to each other. She felt something rigid poking her beneath, causing her to shudder in his hold. He let go a little and stared at her pretty yellow face.

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

Patrick's kiss deepened, sliding his second hand down to grip one of her buttocks. Loveth wanted to push him away with the new surge of feelings that splashed through her. Despite not knowing him before and not having slept with a man, however, her hands became numbed and encircled his waist. She found herself succumbing to all the dirty kisses he did on her.

Patrick carried Loveth up, and she held his head for support, kissing him in return. She was weak, and she knew it. She hadn't thought of falling so cheap for her madam's son. How would her parents 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 knew her weak spot. He carried her up and gently placed her on his king-size bed covered in a white bedspread. He removed his towel, exposing his full length to her, and she immediately sat back up on his bed.

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

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

"Why are you calling me sir? I am not old" He asked her, cupping her cheeks with his both palms and turning her head to face him. He rubbed his fingers against her lips.

"Your lips look so naturally pink. Did you rub something on it?" He asked again, surprising Loveth, as their eyes met.

"No," she responded. But as she tried to sit up properly, her right hand mistakenly touched his manhood, and he moaned. This made her gasp in horror as she stared at the little man between his thighs.

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

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

Patrick slid her maid gown upwards to find her inner center, wanting to feel every corner of her body. Ranging from her outer cave, her navel button, her boobs, and every God-given feminine bodily asset that she has, he wanted to ravish it all.

Loveth melted at his touch. Wondering whatever magic Patrick's hands were doing, her body obeyed as if it had a mind of its own. She forgot she brought his dinner and he was supposed to eat it, but instead, she ended up in bed with him.

Patrick slid his finger into her pant and touched her center. However, Loveth stiffened and jerked, wanting to pull away from him by force, as she parted her lips away from his and stared at him, afraid.

"What's the problem? Haven't you done it before?" Patrick queried, raising an eyebrow as he stared at Loveth's pretty cute chubby face, wanting to kiss her more. She shook her head indicated a No.

Meanwhile, Patrick loved the taste of Loveth's lips and didn't want her to step down from his bed, or stop either. As she kissed him so softly, a taste different from the other ladies he has ever come across.

Patrick touched Loveth's thigh, but she pushed his hands away and stared at his face, afraid. He 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 throbbing and dripping wet. She groaned and felt drawn to stare at Patrick's size. It was big, far bigger than the little street boys she had seen before.

A soft gasp escaped her lips, and Patrick removed his hand he had used to stroke his rod and touched her lips, caressing it.

"Can you suck it for me? It will make me feel better."

Loveth gasped again in horror, staring from Patrick's rod to his face, and she shook her head and reply, "No. How can I do that?" She asked him nervously, and he 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 held him back, using the little force she had to stop him 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 maid gown off at that instant to feel her watermelons.