Illicit Love (BWWM)

Chapter 1

a/n, if y'all got a problem with my MC getting her back blown out by multiple men, leave and stop complaining. we not finna do that good girl shit here, enjoy.

Valentina's POV

  Have you ever had two cocks in you at the same time? If you haven't, you should probably try it. Rough hands held on to my waist as Mikael rammed into my pussy from behind, while Konstantin's cock slammed down my throat; making my eyes roll back.

"You like that, huh?" Konstantin asked. I couldn't answer so I just hummed. Sinking my nails into his thighs, I looked up at him; urging him to go faster. Holding my cheeks, he fucked my throat raw.

I felt a huge hand lace through my hair from behind, and boy did he fuck me good. A couple of minutes later, Konstantin pulled out of my mouth; his huge cock slapping my face.

"Open up," he commanded, holding my chin. Obeying him, I opened wide as his warm cum shot out on my forehead and tongue. Mikael had already come in his condom and was in the guest bathroom getting ready to leave.

Crawling off the bed, I turned to him, "Thanks, by the way." He smiled.

"The pleasure is all mine, trust me."

Laughing, I walked toward my bathroom to get ready for work. Thirty minutes later, I was ready for work, dressed in a white silk blouse that showed some cleavage; and a tight high-waisted cream skirt.

Jumping into my car, I drove as I hummed along to Doja Cat's 'Cyber Sex.'

Pulling up, I parked my car and stared up at the big sign 'Horvath University'. Smiling, I entered the building and was greeted by both colleagues and students.

"Good morning, Ms Walker," one of my students said. Waving, I answered him back. I taught English and I loved it. When I first got here, I was underestimated by many; not only because of my age but my colour. Being a young black professor wasn't easy, students and teachers thought that I didn't deserve to teach at one of the most prestigious institutions in the country.

But I proved them wrong when I managed to get the professor of the year award and have one of the smartest groups of students; even before the one that has been working here for decades.

Taking a look at my watch, I walked faster, I was late for my first class. Opening the door, silence took over the room. "Good morning students, sorry for being late; I was a bit occupied this morning." Yeah, occupied with some dick.

Sitting on the desk, I crossed my legs. "I trust you have the essay that I gave you two weeks to complete, and if you don't, exit my class." No one got up.

"Good, so today we'll be reviewing—"

I was cut off by the door swinging open, and in walked a tall caucasian masterpiece. Well damn, it looks like God be playing favourites. I looked at him from his muscular thighs in his denim, his broad chest, his wide shoulders; and those lips. God, they looked so soft and kissable, and not to mention those stormy eyes. Realizing he had everyone's attention, he apologized. "Sorry, I got lost. I'm new here."

"Tell us your name and have a seat."

He began to speak, "My name is Giovanni Samuels." Damn, even the name sounds sexy, but why does it sound so familiar?

"Have a seat, Mr Samuels. So as I was saying, today will be reviewing the language and cultural identity."

During the duration of the class, I couldn't help but stare at Giovanni. From his luscious hair to his perfect eyebrows, those stormy grey eyes and that sharp jawline. And don't even get me started on those lips.

"Can someone assist me with these books please?" I asked kindly.

Ollie, a football player and most of the time a misogynistic asshole, answered me. "Weak," he scoffed.

I faced him with a raised brow, "So is your pull out game, but nobody asked." The whole class laughed.

"Yo dude, do you want some cold water?" his friend Stevens asked.

"Why would I want cold water dumbass?"

"Well, to apply to that burn of course," he laughed. I rolled my eyes at his white people's humour and told them to calm down. Scanning the crowd with my eyes, I stopped at Giovanni, beckoning him to me. "Giovanni, would you mind helping me?"

"Not at all," he replied. As we walked to the library, I could feel his eyes on my ass. We reached the library and I greeted the librarian, Mrs P. Ennis. She didn't answer as per usual, the miserable old fart.

I led Giovanni over to the English section, but couldn't reach the top books. Damn, why they gotta be so high? Suddenly, I felt a hand on my lower back. Oh shit, and a presentation wasn't the only thing I felt. I bit my lip as his hardness rubbed against my backside as reached for the books. "There you go, Ms Walker."

I spun around to a smirking Giovanni, holding a stack of books. "Uh, thanks," I said, squeezing my legs together.

                           ~

An hour had passed and the class was over. "Don't forget to study up, you might get a test. Mr Samuels, stay back please."

Walking towards his desk, I sat beside him. "Mr Samuels, since you are late to the semester, I'll be choosing a tutor for you; so you can catch up with everything."

"I don't like socializing, can you be my tutor instead?" he asked. I chuckled nervously before answering him. "Sure, are you free on Wednesdays?"

"And on Fridays, I want to study ad much as I can."

"I'll see what I can do, see you tomorrow, Mr Samuels."

"See you, Ms Walker," he said as he threw his bag over his shoulder. I bit my lips as I watched his fine as hell ass walk through the door. Sighing I thought to myself, this isn't a good idea.

                                  ~

The day flew by quickly but I, unfortunately, didn't get to see Giovanni again. Packing up my stuff, I signed out and walked toward the parking lot. I was tired, so the drive home was longer than usual. Opening my door, I walked to the kitchen and rested my handbag on the island; slipping off my shoes after. The thought of my shower made me run up the steps faster. I stripped off my clothes and sighed as the warm water ran down my body.

As I ran my hands over my body, my mind drifted and I couldn't help but remember what happened when me and Giovanni today. The way he watched me or how his hard cock was pressed against my ass. My hand slowly trailed down my body, I stifled a moan as I rubbed my aching clit and pinched my nipples.

The sensation of the warm water cascading over my body made the experience even better. I pump my fingers in my dripping pussy, curling them, thinking about how much I want his cock inside me instead.

My legs tremble as I brace a hand against the shower wall, riding out my orgasm. I remove my digits from my sensitive heat, and goosebumps decorate my skin when my fingernail grazes my clit.

Stepping out of the shower, I wrap the towel around me and walked to my bedroom. I dry off and throw on an old, big T-shirt. Sitting at the edge of the bed, I open my drawer to the left looking at its contents.

"I wonder which toy I'm going to use and fuck myself tonight."

Hello my fellow readers, so first chap. How was it?

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