Brewed out of pain

CHAPTER 1 The evening is a cozy one in North Crestfall, “The Sanctuary”, an intimate spot located in the heart of the city perfect for a glass of wine, deep and solo conversations. Killian is already sitting waiting with all anxiousness to see Vivian, while he views the city lights flickering above skyscrapers like stars. This has become his favorite spot since his relocation. It helps him escape the reality of the hustle and bustle of life. The world suddenly seems to be at a stop as Vivian walks in with the latest Molto bello’s designers red dress worth millions. She modeled so well with her body exposing her perfect curves and her cleavage, with a slit up to her thigh exposing her fair, soft thick thighs and her gold Zara pencil hills. She walked in like a model on a runway. There is something about her: the way she walks, the way she laughs, the way she talks. Killian could not just figure it out for six months now. ‘Hello Killian,’ Vivian said, stretching her hands for a handshake. Killian lost his voice for a moment. You look absolutely gorgeous," Killian said while offering her a seat. What do you care for champagne or whiskey? I will try whiskey. The evening was a cozy one. Nice choice. I have the same. They both sip their whiskey, reminiscing about their wins for the past six months since Vivian became his new business strategist. Vivian, while trying to pour herself the fifth shot of whiskey, Killian, being a gentle man, insisted on helping her, accidentally pours it on her beautiful dress. She excused herself and ran to the restroom. Killian, without wasting a second follows her. “Don’t say a word, it’s just the two of us, it was reserved just for us because you are special.” Vivian tries to say something, but Killian stops her by pressing his lips against hers. She could not resist him. She leaned forward to return the kiss but he widrew. He held both her tiny hands, raised them up against the wall with one hand while the other hand pulled the strap of her dress and buried his lips on her already hard n*****s. She had a round, firm breast and a bra was never her thing. You like this, don’t you, Killian said in his deep masculine voice. His hand proved lower, slowly sliding in between her thighs, stroking over her panties, while his mouth held on tighter to her n****e. He tilted her clits harder, till he heard a loud yet familiar moan, her legs trembling. She starts pleading, not knowing what she was pleading for, if it was for him to stop or continue. Killian pulled her up to the bathroom countertop, with his left hand wrapped around her tiny waist, he drew her closer to himself, her butts resting comfortably at the edge of the countertop. He spread her legs, the slit on her dress was a paid actor. It made it easier for him. Their soul at this moment quivers and her panties become moist. He removed it, raised her legs and started kissing and leaking from the soul of her feet. His tongue slid between her thighs, exploring her slowly teasing and claiming, his tongue rubbed round her clits, which was already swollen out of pleasure and wanted dripping already. Vivian held his head with both hands pressing it back and forth on her clits while Killian leaked every drop from her honey pot. Killian raised his head while his left hand unzipped his trousers, exposing his hard, black veiny and a pink-cap c**k, she looked at him in deep thoughts this is the exact c**k I owned a decade ago, the exact one that set my legs on fire for days each time I consume it I have had every bit of it, so why do I yearn for it so bad I am supposed to feel anger and resentment and not this overwhelming passion, his right hand pressed further rubbing her clits fast and rough with a deep thrust, bringing her back to reality, he moaned in her ears calling her Vivara, it brought chills down her spine, he f****d her so hard and deep that her p***y clenched around his c**k with every thrust, she screams his name so loud, they both climaxed. In the elevator in Killviva Brew, with both the CEO Killian Ordris and his new business strategist Vivian Betthel. Vivian scrambled to her knees, Killian’s legs slightly spread back against the elevator walls, she unzipped his trousers, he stretched his left hand while his right hand held his briefcase, firmly holding her ponytail, to get the balance for her to easily gupple In his manhood. The sound of the elevator gong, brought reawakening to her soul, reality immediately dawned on her. She quickly rose up and carried a dead look Killian had never seen.