Page 8 of Forbidden Billionaires, Vol. 9

“It’s perfect,” I said. “Well…almost perfect. The bats are much heavier than I expected. I’m not sure how we’re gonna carry them down the mountain to the village. Do you think you could take them down on your snowmobiles and deliver them to the beer hall?”

“We could probably do that for you…” he started.

“No can do,” said his friend. “That would make us late with our next delivery.”

I was about to tell him to charge whatever he wanted to our tab. But then a gust of wind hit me again and I shivered like crazy. My tits really did feel like they were going to freeze off. I needed a hot shower. Or…

That’s it! I had the perfect solution to my delivery problem and my frozen tits problem.

I shivered again, making sure my tits jiggled like crazy.

“Are you sure you don’t have time?” I asked. “Me and my friend were going to give you a really good tip.”

I glanced over at Slavanka.

She shrugged. And then we both dropped to our knees.

I felt warmer the second the delivery guy’s cock hit the back of my throat.

Yes, I knew I’d promised not to have sex until Ash lost her virginity.

But I needed those baseball bats to get delivered down the mountain.

And some nice hot cum all over my tits was just what I needed to warm them up.

But most importantly, my jiggly naked tits had definitely made these delivery guys horny, which meant not blowing them would be breaking Single Girl Rule #24: No blue balls allowed.

Finish what you start. So I basically didn’t have a choice.

In less than sixty seconds, I felt his warm cum shoot into my throat. It was so tempting to greedily drink it all down. But I really needed the warmth on my body, so I pulled back and let him drench my frozen tits.

Fuck that feels nice.

I glanced over at Slavanka to see if she was warming up the same way. But she’d apparently decided to take a different approach.

She’d started driving one of the snowmobiles around while the other delivery guy fucked her from behind.

Get it, girl!

I admit, I was a little jealous that she was getting fucked.

But I got significantly less jealous when she hit a bump and the two of them got thrown off the snowmobile into a huge pile of snow.

Slavanka didn’t seem fazed by the snow at all, though.

She just got on all fours and let him fuck her in the snow for a minute until he was ready to cum all over her tits.

We thanked the drivers for their help and then hauled the ski stuff up to the plane.

Ash was nowhere to be seen. But all of her bikinis were on the floor and her suitcase was bulging in a way that made it look a lot like Ash was stuffed inside. Apparently she thought she could hide in there to avoid having to make good on her promise to wear a bikini.

“It’s not even a big deal,” I said as we pulled her out. “Since we’re skiing you’re allowed to wear your ski suit. As long as you have your bikini underneath it’s not breaking the rules.”

“Well that was very unclear,” she said. “I thought you were gonna make me ski down the mountain in nothing but a bikini.”

“I don’t hate that idea. You kind of owe us after we went out on the tarmac topless…”

“No!” yelled Ash. “Give me that ski suit.” She took one of the suits out of the crates.

While Ash changed into her bikini, Slavanka and I washed the cum off our tits. And then we all got into our ski suits.

“Hot damn,” I said when we were all dressed. “Justin outdid himself with these. And on such short notice too.” I gave Slavanka and Ash each two honks. Ash reluctantly returned the favor.

“I admit,” she said. “These look amazing.”

They really did. They were onesies, but they’d been measured to fit each of us perfectly. And the fur hoods and matching boots were super cute.

Ghostie and Teddybear looked pretty fine in their snow suits too. But thanks to my vow of celibacy, I couldn’t do anything about it.

Not that there was time to anyway. If we didn’t ski fast enough, we might be late as it was.

“Can’t we use the ski lift?” asked Ash as we all buckled up our skis. She pointed longingly at the ski lift off the side of the tarmac.

“It moves too slow to get us to the meeting in time.”

She didn’t look convinced.

“And think about how easy it would be for Isabella to cut the wire midway through our descent.”

“Never mind,” said Ash. “Let’s ski.”

“You do know how to ski, right?” asked Teddybear.

“Yeah. I’ve been to the Poconos a few times. But those slopes don’t really compare to…this.” She pointed through the falling snow at the frozen peaks around us. They were all ice and snow and rock. We wouldn’t see any trees until we got closer to the glass atrium.

“Good,” I said. “Just follow the flags and don’t point your skis straight down the mountain and you’ll be fine.”

We all checked our skis one last time. And then we grabbed our ski poles and were about to start down the mountain.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Yes, yes,” said Slavanka.

“Yup,” agreed Ash.

We pulled our goggles down and Ghostie and Teddybear handed us our ski poles.

I wished they could have skied down with us. But we had tons of luggage. And they needed to do a thorough inspection of the ski lift before using it to transport our luggage down to the hotel.

“Wait,” said Ash. “What’s that black diamond for on that sign?”

But it was too late for questions. Ghostie and Teddybear had already given us a shove to get us started down the mountain. I greatly appreciated that Ghostie shoved me by pushing on my ass. If I was lucky, I’d be able to have his hands all over me again soon.

“Chastity! What does the sign mean?!” Ash yelled again.

“Don’t worry about it!” I shouted over to her. The black diamond meant that this was a super challenging slope only for experts. But Ash said she’d been skiing before. I was sure she could handle it.

And I was right. She was skiing like an absolute pro. In fact, she was going the fastest out of any of us.

I pointed my skis to try to catch up to her, but she just kept going faster and faster.

I finally caught her just as the first trees started to come into view.

“You’re doing amazing!” I yelled over the wind in our faces.

“AHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed back.

I’m loving her enthusiasm! “You’re a natural!”

“No I’m not! I can’t slow down!”

“Just lean and turn your skis!” I yelled. And then I added, “Very slightly.”

But I wasn’t sure she heard that last part. Because she leaned super hard to the right and turned her skis at least 45 degrees.

One second she’d been in the middle of the slope, and the next second she was headed directly towards the woods at like 90 miles per hour.

Shit!