Page 39 of About the Green

"Not small. So big, so, so big," she says. “K-knew the pink swirl was a good choice.”

That fucking pink heart video.

The memory of her pussy squelching over stiff silicone is enough to make my dick throb against the rigid seam of my cargos.

She was prepping before she even confirmed she would need to. The knowledge of that is lethal to the sanity that I am barely holding on to. Though it could be argued that everything I’m doing proves that I’ve lost exactly what could be considered sane.

I continue curling and curling my fingers, holding her gaze so that she's forced to make eye contact with me as I bring her closer and closer to her climax.

Her thighs press in on my hand, and I step between her legs so that they fall around my shoulders. Warmth radiates from her core. It’s inviting and irresistible but my goal isn’t to sink into this warmth. It’s more, much more.

If I’ve already lost my sanity, who’s to say that my fall from grace should be easy.

She's not able to close them any further, and I'd use that to my advantage. Removing my digits from inside her and adding another one of my fingers into my mouth.

"Relax," I say, stroking her soft cheek with my other hand. "How much can a doll take?"

"Whatever.” She blinks, pushing her hips forward. Searching and wanting. She won’t get what she wants from me talking like that. “Everything,” she amends, looking at me with her shining eyes, pupils blown wide. I nod, but don’t move. “All of it,” she breathes out like a prayer. Her words are more air than sound. "I can take all of you."

With a hand still on her cheek, I lead her where I want her to go. "No, no. Not you,” I correct as she writhes under me. “A doll."

Nina’s eyes close for only a moment. She seems to savor the words and then remembers my directive and those tender bronze eyes blink up at me. Hoping that I won’t punish her for the blunder.

My cheeks stretch with the knowledge of how quick a study she can be.

"A doll can take everything," she states.

"So good. Very good,’ I praise her, “Such a good doll.” Finally removing the hand from her cheek, I grab on to her thigh, making sure my fingers are still wet enough to do what I intend. “Now, I need you to breathe."

Her pussy swallows my two fingers with minimal resistance. The wet suction trying desperately to pull me in deeper as I move them in and out of her. Her eyes flick between mine before she takes a deep inhale and exhales out slowly, the clench making me grit my teeth together to maintain my pace.

On her exhale, I start sliding my index finger from the other hand into the tight puckered hole that she has wide open for me. Her feet on my shoulder give me the perfect view of both. She begins to resist, but then thinks better of it as I mimic her breathing patterns to slow it down.

Both of her holes are tight on me, squeezing both of my hands. I don't even have to hold her face in place as she continues to hold my gaze, not wanting me to stop what I'm doing.

"Tell me, doll, does it feel good to have me stretch you open up like this?" The current pace I’m setting between my two hands is enough to make sweat break out on my brow from the effort. Not that I’m moving fast, but that I’m moving deliberately.

She opens her mouth, and I know she's about to do something bratty.

I know she's about to do something bratty because I see the glint of it in her eyes, and she shakes her head.

Affronted, I pause. Knowing damn well that I’m working her like a puppet right now. "Doesn't feel good?" I ask.

"No," she says aloud now.

"And why is that?"

She doesn't look down, instead motioning with her chin towards my body. "I want to feel you inside me."

"But I am inside you," I say. "Is that not enough?"

"N-no," she stutters. "It's not,” she manages to pout even while her back arches off of this desk to accommodate how I’m working her.

"My doll’s too small, too tight for me right now. Gotta open you up first. Want me to hurt you on my dick?"

"No," she says after a moment's hesitation. I can tell that she was going to say yes, but thought better of it.

She’s so perfect and she doesn’t even know why.