Page 26 of Doll Face

“Fuck,” I murmur. The only sounds you can hear are my gasps, Barbie’s licks, and the sounds of the city traffic zooming past her building. But mostly, it’s just us. I love the way Barbie feels against my skin, the way she’s touching me, and how she hasn’t forgotten exactly how my body works.

“Mmm, princess.” I groan aloud and she speeds up, her tongue and hand working magic on my pussy. I can feel my orgasm building almost instantly.

“Fuuuck, I’m so close,” I call out and she doesn’t let up. One more flick of her tongue against my clit, and the thrust of her hand has me calling out her name loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

“Oh, fuck. Princess,” I mumble as she comes up for air. I’m still seeing stars but I pull her against me for a kiss. I want to taste myself on her lips; something about doing that always drives me wild.

“I love the way you taste,” she murmurs.

“You taste even better.” I let my tongue swirl against hers and our tastes combine.

“Not possible.” She shakes her head.

“Come here.” I pull her into my arms and hold her close to my body. I can’t see her face, but I hope she’s smiling. I am, not just because of the orgasm I just had but because of the way she makes me feel.

“Can you stay tonight?” she whispers.

“I thought you’d never ask,” I tease. She pulls the covers over us and moves her ass closer to my waist when I steady her. “You’re going to make me want to touch you again.”

“Is that so wrong?” she asks mischievously.

“Is that what you want?” I turn her toward me, and she’s biting down on her bottom lip.

“I just want you.”

“Then get over here.” She faces me now, and her hands run down the sides of my body.

Barbie smiles, then leans in for a long, lingering kiss. Our tongues meet, her hands stop in my curls, and I run mine down her body. I pull her in close to me, gripping her ass, and she moans into my mouth. I want her body as close to mine as physically possible. I spent so long without her. I don’t ever want to feel that again. Even just physically. I want to be as close to her in every sense.

“I need you.” Suddenly there’s a frenzy between us. We both feel it, we can’t touch each other enough, our hands roaming faster and faster all around each other. I grab at her chest, and she reaches for my ass. I moan into her mouth, and she’s sliding her hand to my core while I’m doing the same to hers.

“Touch me,” she breathes into me.

“Yes, princess.” I don’t want to tease her, I just want to please her in any way I can. There’s an intimate feeling about how we’re touching each other. It’s more than just sex, and I can feel her feelings through her fingertips and the way she’s touching me.

My hand slips inside her, and I watch as her mouth opens. Her small gasps and moans match mine as she touches me in the same way. We each ride the other’s hand, bucking and moving our hips in a frenzy. I want to come with her—want to feel her orgasm against my hand just as mine hits me. I want to feel her squirt all over me while my own orgasm flows through me. God, something about what we’re doing is making me go wild.

“I’m so close,” I choke out.

“Good, me too,” Barbie says breathlessly.

“I want you to come with me.” I whimper.

“Mmm,” she moans out.

“Princess, be a good girl and come all over my hand for me.” I moan into her mouth and she kisses me fiercely. Our lips barely meet as I see her orgasm building for her with the small O her mouth makes and the way she’s throwing her head back. It gives me a heads up just seconds before her pussy explodes like Niagara Falls. Watching her come for me instantly causes my own orgasm to roll through me, and I’m screaming her name once again.

“Fuck!” we both say in unison, and then laugh. Lying against the pillows, we smile at each other. Something about our frenzy only made us feel closer. In this moment, no matter who sleeps in the wet spot, I feel happy to have Barbie back in my life. I can’t imagine going back to having a life without her. It’s fairly safe to say, I’m fucked when I have to board that plane two nights from now.

Chapter 11

Barbie

I run out of the office with tears forming in my eyes. The last thing I want to do is cry in or outside of work, but tears don’t stop because you want them to. I immediately pick up my phone and call Kenzie. She’s the only person I want to talk to right now.

“Hey, I’m so sorry. I’m on set, are you okay?” she asks in a hushed tone.

“Hi.” I sniffle, I’m trying not to cry.

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