Page 1 of Cherished Lands
Chapter One
ELLIOT
During the winter months,you'd usually find me balls deep in a tourist.
Winter wouldn't officially start for another few weeks. But it was December first, the fall harvest was over, and the orchard would be relatively quiet until spring. The slower pace left me with plenty of time for a night out with the guys.
In the winter, droves of people came to Sable Point to ski or stay at the resort. They were here for a few days and then gone, which suited me just fine.
I'd fucked more women in this resort than I could count—mostly because I didn't care to count. What did it matter, anyway?
But this winter was different. This winter, we either found a way to get Ever Eden Orchard back to being profitable, or we said goodbye to generations of Evertons owning and working these cherished lands.
It was a tough pill to swallow.
"Swallow."
The pretty brunette was on her knees with my cock buried in her throat. They always had dark hair; something about blonde women got under my skin. I couldn't explain it.
Her swallow pulled me further down her throat. She gagged, and tears spilled from the corners of her eyes. I shuddered as her muscles spasmed, squeezing and massaging my length.
"So fucking pretty."
I wiped the tears from her face with my thumbs before gripping her head in my hands and fucking her mouth in earnest. She frantically tapped my thigh, and I drew back. My dick slipped from her mouth with a lewd pop.
It was one of the nicest resorts in the state of Michigan and something we were damn proud of. It was a bit of a hike to get here, though, so we saved visits to the resort bar and restaurant for special occasions.
Like a blow job.
"Sorry," she said. "It was just a little too much."
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
"On the bed. Hands and knees."
She scrambled from the floor and situated herself, ass in the air. I stepped up behind her and ran my palms over the round globes of her backside.
"Perfect."
She let out a small whimper. My thumb glided from her soaking wet pussy to her tight little hole.
"Can I fuck you here?"
The instant my thumb brushed over her asshole, she pulled away and flopped onto her back. I bit back a sigh.Vanilla it is.
"Take that as a no, sweetheart."
Her eyes met mine. She looked unsure, maybe a little embarrassed. But her skin was flushed a pretty pink, and her hair was fanned out around her like a dark halo. She really was beautiful.
"Spread."
Her knees fell open, and I scrubbed a hand over my jaw.
Grabbing the jeans I'd ditched on the floor a few minutes ago, I fished a condom from my pocket. Without further preamble, I sheathed my cock and grabbed her ankles, tugging her to the edge of the bed. In one swift thrust, I buried myself in her hot, wet pussy and escaped to a place in my head where I could forget all the crushing responsibilities of my life and justfeel.
She screamed my name as she came, and I realized I didn't know hers. I felt like an ass. But it was easier this way. I didn't have time for relationships, and even if I did, I doubted anyone would want to deal with all my bullshit baggage.
I worked long, hard hours in the spring, summer, and fall. The orchard was my first priority—the most important thing in the world, next to my family. Experience had taught me that if you couldn't put a woman first, you shouldn't waste her time.
