Page 20 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 9
“We fine.” Slavanka took off her top too, and then we stepped out onto the stairs.
Two delivery guys all bundled up in snowsuits were waiting for us on the tarmac. I gave them a saucy little wave as a gust of wind blew through my hair. It would have been the perfect slow-motion scene in a movie.
Also though… Ash might have been right about nipples freezing off. Because that wind was fuckingcold.
And it got colder with every step.
But it did warm my soul a little when I got close enough to see how hot the delivery guys were. Both were over six feet tall and had the sexiest dimples.
“Gutten tag,” said one of the delivery men.
The wind blew again and I couldn’t help but shiver. The delivery guy’s eyes went straight to my frozen tits as they jiggled all around.
He cleared his throat and looked back at my face. “Special delivery for Chastity Morgan?”
“That’s me,” I said.
He handed me a pen and a clipboard. “Sign there, please.”
I signed while he and his friend unloaded wooden crates off the back of their snowmobiles.
The first crate was long and skinny. That was our skis and ski poles.
The next two were more square. They contained fur boots, matching earmuffs, and the cutest white ski suits I’d ever seen.
And then the final crate was filled with baseball bats. I grabbed one and gave it a few swings. It felt sturdy. Perfect for breaking kneecaps. But it was also a beautiful piece of art. The red and black woodgrain of the Australian bull-oak had been sanded and polished to a shine. I ran my fingers over the smooth surface. I couldn’t feel any seams from where they’d inserted the bug detectors. The only part that wasn’t silky smooth were the engraved phrases.
The Locatellis and Chadwicks were going to freaking love these.
I handed one to Slavanka so she could take a swing.
“Everything look good?” asked the delivery guy.
“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 meantnotblowing 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.
