4; Night With Loveth

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Patrick stared at Loveth's face and her natural pink lips. He leaned forward and captured her lips with his, kissing her hungrily and savoring the taste of her lips. She responded, but it was obvious that she didn't know how to kiss.

Loveth kissed Patrick back, licking his lower lip. He smiled and parted his lips from hers, staring at her face as he moved backwards and sat up properly on his bed. He said, "So you don't want to suck me, 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, feeling drawn to him with her center aching like it needed him to plunge into her.

Patrick stripped off her maid gown and threw it to the tiled floor, exposing her full bare body to his view. Even in his drunken state, he stared at her breasts that were bigger and larger. He took his time in removing her bra and underwear too.

"How old are you?" Patrick asked Loveth. Her face looked young, but her body appeared more mature than he had thought. "I am 20 years old, and I will be 21 next month in January," Loveth said in a hoarse voice. Her cheeks burned red in embarrassment as she saw her boss's son staring at her like a predator.

"Hmm!" Patrick hummed and finally rubbed her bare body, wanting to get Loveth in the mood. Loveth gasped and bit her lower lip to stop herself from moaning, embarrassed by the sounds escaping from her lips.

She tried to bite her lip more to prevent herself from moaning. She couldn't push Patrick away or leave his chambers, even though he was drunk. Whatever he was doing to her was awakening something strange in her, something she had never felt before, and she didn't want him to stop either.

Patrick pulled his lips away from Loveth's and let his hands travel down to her core to caressed it. She gasped at his touch and stared at him with wide eyes as he looked handsome in the dimly shining blue bulb in his room. His taut dark skin, broad chiseled chest, and hard smooth muscles made her heart race with excitement as his manhood seemed to poke her, making her fear what he wanted to do to her, yet eager to know and have him plunge into her since her friends had spoken to her about handsome dark men and she felt she was missing out.

Loveth wanted to feel Patrick, feeling embarrassed by the way he paused and stared at her, contemplating something when she told him she had never been with a man before.

Patrick finally crossed over Loveth. He saw her eyes focused on him, drunk, blurry, yet desiring pleasure as he thought about Willow, which triggered him, and she was beautiful. He felt hungry to devour her, hungry not for food but for pleasure.

Patrick wanted Loveth to be in the mood with him, as the last thing he didn't want was for any lady to accuse him of defiling her. He had never taken a liking to any of the maids in the mansion before, except for Loveth. Looking at her face and bare body, he felt drawn to sleep with her.

Patrick shifted away from Loveth, moving downward and slowly parting her legs open. She did not stop him but instead widened her legs to welcome him. She smiled nervously at him, and he leaned forward, burying his head in her center, causing her to shudder and close her legs, stopping him and shutting it immediately.

Loveth was shocked by what Patrick did as his lips captured her center and attempted to suck on it...

Patrick raised his head and licked his lips as he met her gaze. She looked beautiful, and at that moment, he forgot anyone named Willow Albert who had broken his heart. All he wanted was Loveth. He drew closer to her on his bed, and positioned himself to go deeper into her.

Loveth did not refuse Patrick again, wanting him too. She prepared herself mentally to have him, until he thrust into her, shattering her walls, making her gasp and scream in horror, gripping him and tapping him to stop as she felt pain all over.

Patrick was already in cloud nine and couldn't listen to her pleas, or stop as she clung to him and tapped him to stop. He rode her faster, loving how wet and tight she was, until he heard her crying. He slowed and stopped, looking at her tear-streaked face for a moment, letting her adjust, realizing he had not used protection as he was drunk.

He knew if he withdrew to look for protection, she might refuse him, and he wouldn't be able to force himself on her either. So he continued, riding her slowly and then faster until he reached his climax and stopped, feeling her body shudder beneath him.

Patrick collapsed on Loveth, releasing all his seed in her, and Loveth heard him snoring as he fell asleep on top of her.

As reality dawned on her about what had happened, Loveth tried to push Patrick away, but he was too heavy. Her hands ended up rubbing his bare back.

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Loveth remembered she had only stepped into Patrick's chamber to deliver his dinner to him as his mother complained about him having a weak stomach, due to her giving birth to him at an older age, but she ended up in bed with him. She hoped he didn't remember, as she had heard that some drunken men hardly remember things when they woke up.

Patrick fell into a deep slumber. He dreamt of a woman with him in his room, and she was fair and beautiful. He felt weak as he wanted to sleep with her and probably have that bang in his dream, but she instead pushed him away. He saw her hand rake over his body, realizing they were both bare. She neared him, touched his manhood, and to his greatest shock, sucked on it, leaving him unable to do anything. He lay lifeless, staring at her and trying to make out her face, but he couldn't see her clearly.

Loveth finally slid out from Patrick's bed after pushing him away. She searched his room for her underwear and pants where he had thrown them and saw her maid uniform on the tiled floor. She got down from his bed, stared at him sleeping, used his towel to cover him up, and rushed to pick up her maid's short gown and underwear to wear them.

The time in his chamber struck 10 pm, and Loveth glanced at his studying table, noticing the meal she had brought for him. Quickly wearing her bra and underwear and putting back on her uniform, she looked around his bed to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything and immediately darted out of his chamber, rushing back to her room on the second floor, which she shared with the other maids working for the Andersons.

Upon arriving on the second floor, Loveth met with the head maid who stared at her suspiciously. She ignored the head maid and walked quickly to her own room. There were about four maids in total, including the head maid, her assistant, and one other maid.

Loveth entered her room, closed the door slowly, walked to her bed, climbed on it, and hoped that none of the maids would find out the truth of what had happened between her and the young master. Loveth felt her heart racing, and her body still throbbing as if the handsome master's shaft was still in her cave.

She wanted to stay in his chamber, but feared what the handsome man would do to her when he woke up and found her in his bed. He was drunk and had not even eaten his dinner. Loveth felt sad about it, knowing his mother would ask him by daybreak if he had eaten last night. She lay on her bed, finding it difficult to sleep, 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 lying on her side to drift off to sleep. After laying for a while, she stood up to use the restroom as she was alone in her room. She decided to act as if nothing had happened between them, hoping he wouldn't remember, as she also liked and admired him. She knew they were of different societal background, and she walked back to her bed and finally fell asleep.