Stranded with a Dirty-Talking Shifter Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Novella, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
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That familiar heat of desire starts swirling inside me the longer I stare at my man. He’s wearing a white T-shirt that looks so sexy on him. I can never get enough of his arms. They’re so big and round, and his tanned skin makes them look mouthwateringly good.

I need him inside me. I won’t be able to sleep without it.

I quietly pick up the remote and turn off the TV.

“Sorry, buddy,” I whisper as I pick up Henry. He opens his eyes and gives me a look of complete disdain as I lift him off his favorite person in the world.

I put him on the ground and he hisses at me before strutting away like he owns the place.

“I love you too,” I whisper to him with a chuckle.

Oliver’s massive body shifts on the couch as he wakes up. “Did you finish?” he asks with a yawn. He’s so cute when he’s all sleepy like this with his eyes half awake.

“I did,” I say as he reaches for me.

“Congratulations, babe. You’re amazing.”

“Thanks for all of the inspiration,” I say as I straddle his big body.

He moans when I press my pussy down on him.

“Do you want some more inspiration?” he asks in his groggy voice. A tired smile spreads across his face as he looks up at me.

I’m already so wet, but I get even wetter when I feel his long thick cock hardening under my pussy.

“That would be wonderful,” I say as I put my hands on his massive chest and start grinding my pussy on his dick.

That wakes him up.

He licks his lips as I stand up and quickly take off my yoga pants and underwear.

“I love that pussy,” he growls as he watches me straddle him again. “Are you nice and wet for me?”

I take his hand and put him on my aching mound. “You tell me?”

He groans hungrily as he slides a finger inside and starts to play with me.

“Sticky wet,” he says in a low gritty voice. “Just how I like it.”

I moan as I watch him bring his hand to his mouth and suck my juice right off his fingers. He’s so fucking hot.

I can’t wait any more. I reach into his jogging pants and wrap my hand around his thick hot shaft. I pull it out and gasp at the size. It’s always so shocking. He’s enormous.

“That’s my dirty girl,” he growls as he watches me guide the head of his dick to my wet entrance. “Sink down on your man’s hard cock.”

I drop my head back and moan as I slide him inside me and push my hips down. His thick meaty cock fills me completely.

After all these months, after all these intimate sessions, his cock still stretches me out every time. It still fits me so snugly. There’s never a millimeter to spare.

I ride my man, sliding my pussy up and down his dick, as he watches me with burning lust in his eyes like he can’t get enough of me.

He can’t get enough of his mate.

Gratitude mixes in with my desire as he brings me to an orgasm and then to another.

I collapse into his warm welcoming arms and rest my cheek on his chest, hearing his heart beating for me.

I love this man so much.

And that will never change.

epilogue

. . .

Oliver

Twelve years later…

“What’s he doing?” Layla shrieks when she sees our youngest child outside in his bear form. “The bus is coming in four minutes!”

William’s school clothes are strewn across the yard while his grizzly cub is drinking out of the birdbath. I swear, this kid lives on another planet. His head is always in the clouds or off on some far imaginary adventure. He takes after his writer mother.

“I’ll go get him,” I say as I hurry to the back door.

“Are we going to be late again?” our oldest Jodie asks. She’s already ready at the front door with her backpack on and her books in her hand. “I don’t want to be late.”

“I want to be late,” our middle child Sebastian says. He’s on the couch playing video games on his tablet.

“Turn that off now!” Layla says when she sees him. “I told you five times already and it’s time to put your shoes on!”

He screeches like a banshee when she yanks it out of his hands and puts it on the top shelf.

I hurry outside and run after William’s bear who’s chasing after the sparrows. He pounces on one and misses by a mile. My bear is going to have to teach this cub some hunting moves on the weekend.

“Hey!” I shout, getting his attention. His cub sees me and sprints away in the opposite direction. I lunge forward and grab his back leg.

He makes a hilariously hopeless attempt to get away and I have to stifle my laugh.


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