Page 3 of Shut the F*ck Up and Take this D*ck Like a Good Girl

A bottle of lube because I’m a big fucker, and my dick is huge. Massage oil so I can warm her up to my touch; I’ll be using that tonight. The NymMind massager is the most important. When she’s not with me, she’ll have the discrete device snug in her hot little cunt, ready for me to open the app on my phone and tease her all day long. That was a lucky discovery I found about a month ago. With that clutched in her pussy and the wand tight to her clit, any time I feel the need to get her off, I can make it happen. Or I can tease her so she’s begging me to fuck her by the time she comes home to me every night.

“I don’t even know your name.” The puff of air from her lips on my neck is nearly my undoing.

“Daddy Galen,” I murmur in her ear as we enter the bathroom. I’m a bastard because on those days that I snuck into her home, I also read her diary, and this girl is dying for a man to take care of her. She doesn’t outright say it, but she’s mentioned on several occasions how much she wants a dominant man to call Daddy.

I’m that fucking man, and I always will be.

“What did you say?” She pulls back from my chest, her wide brown eyes begging me to clarify what I said.

Brushing my hand through her rain-soaked hair, I hold her jaw up so she can’t hide from me. “Daddy Galen.” I say it slower, allowing her to absorb the words.

“Daddy?” she whimpers, and her pussy clenches on my finger as her juices soak my hand. Oh yeah, she fucking loves this.

“Yeah, baby doll, I want to hear you calling me Daddy.” Placing her back on her feet, I pull my hand from her shorts and make a show of sucking her sweet nectar off the finger that was plugging her up. “Holy fuck,” I groan. I knew she would be delicious; I had no idea I’d be addicted so quickly. “I could live off your sweet cream.”

Piper's neck and cheeks instantly flame red, embarrassment causing her to whimper as she attempts to pull back from me, but I don’t let her.

“Strip,” I demand instead of calling her out on her innocence. I fucking love that nobody else has seen her, and I’ll be her first and only. If I’d known she existed and were waiting for me, I’d have never touched another woman in my life.

Her head shakes as I wait for her clothes to come off. “I can’t do that,” she whispers, bewildered.

My response to that is to undress down to my boxers, which does nothing to hide my erection, and then grab the collar of her shirt and tear it straight down the middle. “Oh my god!” Her shocked reaction is for show; the pupils of her eyes tell the real story. They’re blown wide with lust and desire—a craving for me to keep going.

“Don’t worry,” I caution as I do the same to her flimsy lace bra. “We’re not fucking tonight. Daddy needs to work you up to what I need from you.” She pales and shivers at my words with anticipation and dread. I’m a sick bastard for loving it.

“I’m not having sex with you.” Her voice trembles, but I notice the fight in her eyes as she covers her luscious tits.

“These fucking hips make my mouth water,” I reply instead of arguing. They’re the perfect size to carry as many babies as I can fit inside her womb.

“What is wrong with you?” she hisses through chattering teeth again.

Reaching into the shower, I turn the water on before tackling her jean shorts. “You’re a naughty little doll for going commando under these.” Pushing the denim down, I’m pleased to see she’s natural between her legs.

“You’re a psycho, aren’t you?” I guide her into the shower, following once she’s turned into the spray to hide her body from me.

It doesn’t work. I drop my boxers and press in tight to her back. My hard dick leaks all over her, and I know she feels my steely length against her spine.

“You’re so small. Like my perfect little doll,” I whisper into her neck as my hands reach around to cup each breast in my palms. Squeezing gently, I massage the round globes until she starts moaning and pressing her ass back into me.

“What have you done to me?” The whine in her voice makes me laugh.

“Nothing you don’t want just as much as I do.” She elbows me in response. “Tell me you don’t like my touch, and I’ll stop.” Sliding one hand down to her pussy, I massage her clit in tight circles. She goes off like a fucking rocket, and all I want to do is bury my face between her lips.

“What is happening to me?” She sounds confused and fucking aroused to the point of pain. “Who are you?”

I’d love to tell her I know everything about her. From the way she likes her bacon cooked in the morning for breakfast to the way she must have her bed made in a particular manner before she leaves for classes. I know what happened to her parents and that the killers were never found. I know she can’t stand any type of hot drink but will guzzle five cups of iced coffee before noon. I know that she wants to be married before she allows a man the gift of her body.

And I have a priest ready to marry us at the drop of a hat.

CHAPTER 3

Piper

Daddy Galen.

God, did he appear from my dreams or what?

From the instant he shared his umbrella with me on the street, I felt a connection. When he picked me up, I’d half hoped he’d slam me against a wall and have his wicked way with me.

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