Page 7 of Shut the F*ck Up and Take this D*ck Like a Good Girl

I’m still on the fence about wearing what Galen chose for me. It’s revealing in an erotic way because I’m not wearing panties or a bra. Galen swore he loved the idea of other men looking at me while knowing I belonged to him. I think he’s nuts, staking this claim on me so soon. We hardly know each other.

“Earth to Piper.” Hael waves her hand in front of my face as we sit in the dining hall eating lunch. “Are you okay?” The concern in her eyes is genuine.

“I’m fine.” I think. With a little distance from Galen now, I can see how bizarre things were last night and this morning. He’s like a bulldozer that overtook my life from the moment we stood outside his house.

“What happened with Marcus last night?” she asks. I’ve shared my concern over the way he’s been acting towards me, and she knows I’m waiting for sex until marriage.

“We broke up.” I shrug. Realizing how little it bothers me is what actually bothers me. I gave him six months of my life and shared myself with him in ways I hadn’t with another man before. But letting him go, setting myself free from him, brings me relief.

“Whoa.” Hael takes a sip of her root beer. “So where were you last night, then? You never came home.” I don’t know how to explain that I went from the pan straight into the fire.

“It’s complicated,” I mutter around a french fry I steal from her plate. My stupid student card will only allow me a five-dollar lunch limit, which equals out to an apple and a soup. I usually load up on apples or oranges to fill me through the day.

“I’m listening,” Hael implores, sucking on her straw.

Exhaling dramatically, I don’t know how to tell her that I was consumed by a man, a complete stranger, and have no regrets. I think I would have even slept with him if he’d pressed for it, but he didn’t. It was almost like he knew my reservations before marriage.

He seems to know a lot of little things about me, and I have to wonder why. Like how the clothes his friend left would fit me perfectly. The way I like my coffee. Iced, always.

“I met a man.” And Galen was all man to the extreme.

“Do tell.” She leans forward with her chin resting on her hand.

“His name is Galen.” I melted when he told me to call him Daddy Galen. “Uhm, he shared his umbrella with me in the rain after I stormed out of Marcus’ house.” Which I need to go back to so I can get my phone and purse. It’s pure luck that I left my lunch card at home yesterday after classes, and Hael was kind enough to bring it for me.

“Galen. Sounds chivalrous,” Hael sighs. She loves a good love story. We both do. It’s why we’re studying English Lit. We’d both love to become romance authors. “What’s he look like?”

Oh lord. “Six and a half feet of pure muscle. He’s got these forest-green eyes that could melt the Irish Sea if it ever froze over. He’s manly in all the right ways. He brushed and braided my hair.” I point to the braids still in place. “His hair is short but thick, and I could spend hours weaving my fingers through the soft locks.”

“That so?” I spin around at his voice and nearly swallow my tongue. Galen is wearing a black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show off the tattoos on his arms, a matching black tie around his neck, and the cinched vest only makes me want to jump him. Add in the perfect-fitting dress pants, and I nearly lose my mind.

“What are you doing here?” I hiss, wondering if I conjured him up by speaking about him.

“I missed you.” He offers me a hand, glancing past me to the food on my plate. The sad-looking soup and half-eaten apple make him scowl. “That what you’re having for lunch?” I give a shaky nod as he pulls me to my feet and leads me out of the hall. Everyone stares at us.

“It’s sort of all I can afford.” I feel gross saying that out loud.

“How long until your next class?” He checks his watch.

“I don’t have another until three.” Hael and I usually kill the afternoon in the lunch hall or the library.

I’m still being dragged around by my hand until I stumble. Whirling me around, his hands grip my waist and neck, and his mouth crashes down over mine in the middle of the steps. I wilt into him, giving myself over to this man who has me spinning and off-kilter with how well he takes control of me.

My heart hammers in my chest as he devours my lips, taking everything he wants and leaving very little for me to do but enjoy the ride. Fisting his perfectly-pressed shirt in my hands, I realize he’ll be wrinkled by the time I let go, and I have the feeling he just won’t care.

Pressing my body closer to him, he angles my head for deeper access as his tongue twirls around mine gently but with a firm command to surrender any resistance I have. I feel an answering pulse between my thighs and try to rub it away, but I only make the ache worse.

“Fuck me. I can’t tell you how much I needed that,” he says gruffly as he pulls away, eyes nearly black with lust and need. “My baby need an orgasm?” I whimper at the suggestion. “Come with Daddy, then.” I follow along like a helpless puppy, pleased that my master will give me just what I want as we climb into the back of a waiting limo.

Before I can respond, Galen whips off his leather belt and tells me to open wide. “Bite down on this,” is the only warning I get as he lays me down on one of the bench seats and removes my shorts.

His eyes eat me alive as he pushes up my shirt to expose my breasts. My nipples tingle with desire, but he focuses on the pulsing pussy. Lifting my hips to his face, Galen doesn’t waste any time as he dives in face first. The scruff of his beard scratches my thighs and adds to the need pulsing through me like whips of lightning. He feasts upon me like I’m his last meal, tongue flicking at my clit and tight hole as his teeth nip at my outer lips. Sucking and licking his way up and down my slit like he owns it.

Lord, he does.

He so owns me.

I’m Galen’s girl now, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

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