Page 1 of Doll Face

Chapter 1

Barbie

“Come on, Doll Face, you know this will happen again.” Kenzie smirks from the bed, lying under a thin, pink sheet.

“You know I hate it when you call me that,” I grumble.

“But it’s true. And you are built like a doll, Barbie.” She laughs at her own joke. At times like this, I hate my name. But that’s what you get when two toymakers have a blonde daughter together—they name her Barbie.

“Anyway. This was fun but you should really get going.” I stand with my hands on my hips. Although, I know I can’t be that intimidating while completely naked.

“Barbie, look. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about the trip but I need you to come back to bed,” Kenzie begs. She had conveniently forgotten to mention that she was leaving late tonight on a red eye out of California and heading straight for London. She hasn’t even mentioned how long she’ll be gone for.

“Why?” I pout.

“Because we deserve to leave things on a high note. This isn’t goodbye, it’s just see you later,” she assures me.

I walk back to the bed and climb underneath the sheets as I make a face, pushing out my bright pink lipstick stained lips at her.

“Barbie, you know I love you, right?”

“I do.” I nod. “And I love you, too.”

“Then will you make love to me before I have to go?” Kenzie smiles. “Or we can both lie here and watch a movie or something.”

“Oh, just kiss me already.” I roll my eyes. Kenzie closes the distance with her shiny, red lips on mine and we kiss. Her tongue dances across my mouth, sliding in perfectly and causing me to moan in anticipation.

“Mmm,” she whimpers as I reach for her breasts. They are bigger and perkier than mine, an asset she has on display often.

“I want you,” I mutter against her.

“Fuck me, Barbie,” she whispers my name, and I feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I love it when she says my name.

Kenzie’s body isn’t a typical model’s body. She isn’t all abs and hardness, and she doesn’t stick to a strict diet like so many others in her profession. Kenzie is technically a plus-size model but the industry is finally getting away from using the outdated term. She’s just a model who can eat what she wants and show off her body. It’s rather impressive. It’s not like my body isn’t. I’m tall and thin and blonde, and some people joke that I look like my namesake. I love everything about Kenzie’s body. Her curves and the way her body is soft and squishy. Her body is one of the first things I noticed about her, which I know might sound a little shallow, but she was half naked during a photo shoot that I happened to drop in on. Her breasts were on full display, along with her stomach, and she came up to me without a care in the world. I did my best to keep eye contact with her, and she invited herself to lunch with the photographer and me. It was history from there; even fully clothed she was beautiful, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. It was one of those love at first sight occurrences. Thankfully, she felt the same.

“Where’d you just go?” Kenzie asks before kissing my neck.

“I was thinking about how we met actually.” I smile.

“You were incredible. I’ve never seen someone work so hard to keep eye contact. I thought you might’ve been straight.” She laughs.

“It’s one of the hardest things I’ve ever done,” I tease.

“I have something easy for you to do.” She wiggles her dark eyebrows, and I blush. I know what she’s insinuating.

“You want to?” It’s one of my favorite ways to have an orgasm, but I know it’s not her first choice.

“I want to.” She nods. Then, she lies down, and I climb on top of her, one leg between her thighs and the other on the side of her hips.

Bending down, I kiss her again. This time with more ferocity. I want her, and I need her to know just how much. My hands roam her body, stopping at her delicious breasts and lingering at her nipples. I take one between my thumb and finger, gingerly pinching it and watching her moan beneath me.

“Oh, baby,” she murmurs.

“You like that?” I smile, already knowing the answer.

“Mmm,” she whimpers.

I slide my hands around her curves, taking a moment to touch every inch of her before my hand finds her core. She’s actually dripping for me, something I will never get tired of seeing or feeling. I want to taste her but this isn’t the time. She wants to scissor, and fuck if I will let this occasion go to waste. I slide my fingers up and down her core a few times, wetting her clit and covering my fingers in her juices. Then I look Kenzie straight in the eye and suck my fingers clean; one taste won’t hurt. I can’t resist tasting her sweet pussy.

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