Page 24 of Doll Face

“Oh, fuck.” I’m breathless as she pushes herself inside me.

“Mmm,” she groans and puts a hand on my lower back to steady herself.

“Can you feel all of me, princess?” she murmurs.

“I can,” I whimper.

“Touch yourself for me,” she commands, and I glide my hand between my thighs, searching for my clit. Sliding through my folds, I wet my fingers before rubbing small circles around my clit.

“Mmm, just like that,” she whispers. Kenzie grabs my ass with two hands and begins pumping, pushing her hips into mine with enough force to drive me wild. I can feel her hitting my G-spot each time, and my orgasm is building as I rub tight circles along my clit.

“I want you, baby,” I call out.

“I want you to come for me, princess.” She grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me back toward her. My ear is by her mouth, and I hear her gasp and moan with each thrust.

“I’m so close,” I call out.

“Oh, baby—”

Midge knocks on my door, and I’m quickly snapped out of my daydream. Is it still called a daydream if it’s something that actually happened to you?

“Sorry to interrupt but there’s a call for you on line three.” She smiles.

“N-no worries.” I don’t mean to stutter but I can feel how red my cheeks are. I feel like I just got caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Thankfully, I wasn’t doing anything I wasn’t supposed to be—aside from fantasizing about my ex.

I pick up the phone but it’s actually a call for Kelly so I take a message for her. I clench my thighs together and realize just how wet my panties are. I’m soaked from my little daydream, and it’s all Kenzie’s fault.

She’s right. We were so perfect together before. Not just because of the amazing sex we had, but because of how she pushed me out of my boundaries and to be more myself. She pushed me to be happier, and even when it was crazy, like skinny dipping, I enjoyed the experience because it was with her.

We worked together before, and it’s not like one of us cheated or hurt the other in some unforgivable way. We just grew apart when she moved to London. Things faded and I took over the toy company, which took up more of my time than I intended. While she was having modeling shoots all over the continent, keeping in touch became harder and harder. Maybe if we weren’t so young things would’ve been different, but I try not to think about that now. I’m sure a lot of things could be factors—things I don’t even realize.

Still, I have the chance to be with her now, and even if it is only for a week, I think it’s worth it. It’s going to hurt like a bitch when Kenzie leaves, but damn if it isn’t worth it to be called hers for just a little while longer.

Chapter 10

Kenzie

I invite myself over to Barbie’s apartment after work. I don’t feel like going out again, and I’m pretty sure she doesn’t either. We had an eventful and emotional lunch, and that’s enough for one day.

I came prepared with a bottle of her favorite champagne, but in reality, I just want to lounge on the couch with her and maybe watch a shitty rom-com. Maybe we can watch The Notebook and she’ll realize second chances do happen. Then again, that would further prove her theory that they only happen in movies and books. I sigh and knock on the door of her penthouse after being buzzed up.

Barbie opens the door, and I drop my jaw. She’s wearing a bright pink bra that her tits are spilling out of, a tutu-looking skirt around her hips that covers what I think is a matching thong, and they’re tied to garters with a pair of pink stilettos. I’m soaked just by the sight of her.

“Well, are you going to just stand there or are you going to pick up your jaw and come fuck me?” She smirks.

“Fuck, Barbie,” I mumble. I groan as she walks away, and I get a view of her perfectly round ass in the thong.

“Come on, or I’ll start without you.” I almost fall to my knees at the thought. I enter quickly, put down the bottle of champagne, and follow her to the bedroom. I almost miss how pink her apartment is but then I catch it. There’s not a speck of color that isn’t her favorite. This place is entirely Barbie.

I get to the bedroom and she’s already lying on the bed with her legs spread wide open for me. She’s holding a toy to the outside of her thong and groaning lightly. Fuck. I think I just died and went to heaven judging by what I’m seeing.

“God, Barbie.” I whimper. She makes me actually fall to my knees at the end of her bed, and I stare directly at her panty-covered core.

“I want you, Kenzie.” She bites down on her bright pink lips, and I moan. I want to be the one to do that.

I start to undress—just the outer layers of my clothing. Tossing aside my shirt and shorts, I’m thankful I thought to wear my cute panties just in case. It’s becoming abundantly clear that Barbie wants to make the most of this week together.

“I’ve been dying to taste you all damn day,” I whisper in a growl.

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