Page 4 of Shut the F*ck Up and Take this D*ck Like a Good Girl

Now, he’s got me trapped in the shower, and I don’t know what to do. My brain seems to have short-circuited because I can’t form a coherent thought.

Daddy Galen.

Yes. Please.

All day, every day.

How sick am I that I’m clinging to my fantasy and praying he isn’t some sick psycho who’s about to use and abuse me?

Can’t be worse than Marcus, can it?

Galen’s name alone is enough to cause addiction. It’s foreign and delicious and feels amazing rolling off my tongue.

“Daddy Galen?” He hasn’t answered my last question, and the burning need to say those two words can’t be stifled anymore.

Gazing up at him over my shoulder, he keeps his hold on me tight, not allowing me to move an inch. His face is taught, a vein pounding in his temple, and his jaw is locked tight as his mesmerizing green eyes stare down at me. Swallowing me up in their liquid, lusty abyss.

Call me crazy, but I’d like to get lost in this man.

“Say it again,” his raspy voice begs.

Licking my lips, the warm water finally begins heating me up. “Who are you, Daddy Galen?”

Spinning around so fast it’s dizzying, he pins me against the cool tile of the shower and slams his mouth over mine. I cry out in surprise, but he merely forces his tongue into my mouth and devours me.

Picking my body up like I weigh nothing to him, which with his size, I probably don’t, Galen rubs his thick cock against my pussy. When I say thick, I mean he’s bigger than I ever could have imagined. Brushing his girth against my sensitive clit, my heart pounds like crazy, and I can’t help the way I moan and writhe against him.

Gasping when he pulls from my mouth to nibble down my jaw and suck on my neck, I cry out, “Come on me, Daddy!” Lord, I need to feel his heated release on my body, and I have no idea why.

Who is this woman, and where did she come from?

A second later, he growls into my ear, “Such a good fucking girl,” and I feel the spurts of warmth against my pussy and stomach as he lets go. When he bites down on my neck, my body gets a little thrill and pops off like a damn rocket.

Our breathing becomes heavy in the aftermath, and I feel much shier than I was a few moments ago. I can’t meet his eyes. The heated desire I know will be there is too much for me, and I start to feel a little sick over what I’ve done.

What I allowed him to do.

Oh my god.

What have I done?

Sliding from his hold, I turn my back and pretend to rinse off in the tepid water. Galen takes it further by washing my hair. His fingers dig into my scalp as the familiar scent of honey and eucalyptus infiltrates my nostrils. This is the same shampoo I use.

“Galen?” I whisper his name, a question on the tip of my tongue.

“Yeah, doll?” His fingers dig into my scalp, making me moan with pleasure. It feels so good. Better than going to the salon.

“What do you want with me?” He spins me around to rinse my hair, but I don’t miss the intense look in his eyes. The possessiveness that’s enthralled him, and I want more than anything for that to be real.

Closing my eyes when I feel the water dripping down my face, I enjoy how he treats me. I’ve never had this before. My chest grows tight at the thought of losing it, too. I’m already an emotional mess when it comes to this man.

I feel his lips against mine as one hand slides down to cup my ass. Before he kisses me, he murmurs just quiet enough for me to hear, “I want everything, Piper.” My breath catches as he seizes me with a fierce kiss.

He lays claim to me in a way I never could have imagined. My body alights, and my heart soars. Melting into him, I allow myself to do what I wish, and that seems to be to give him complete control as he lifts me again, shutting off the water and stepping out into the chilly air of the bathroom.

Shivering once more, I can still hear the storm raging outside, and I’m even more grateful this man came along when he did. I should be a lot more reticent about what we’re doing—he could be playing me—but my trust was instantaneous with him, and I’m dying to understand why.

Setting me down in front of his bed, he grabs a towel and begins drying my hair before moving to the rest of my body. Ordinarily, I’d be trying to cover up, but his eyes eat me up, and I love the attention he showers on me.

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