Complicated: A Tainted Love Novella by Ghiselle St. James Read Free Book Online

lovely breasts, a blush already flaming a path over them. Jesus I missed her skin – not quite pale, not quite tan. I love the freckles dotting her chest so I dip my head down and lick them, as many as I can find. She whimpers beneath me and her skin heats even more. If she keeps on making those noises, I won’t be able to control myself.
    I want to howl with joy at having her underneath me right now. What had I done in this life to have her here with me now? It was the worst time of my life losing her. Shakespeare has a famous line from one of his plays – ’Tis better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all . Can we truly say that, though? To lose the love we had is as devastating as losing a limb – you eventually learn to function without it, but there will always be something missing – like how it feels when I don’t have Rachel. So, what’s better? Never losing a limb, or having it, being accustomed to it, thinking of a future with it and then losing it? Yeah, I’d prefer to never have lost Rachel any at all.
    But here she is…with me.
    I trail kisses down to her perky, heavy-with-need breasts and, with no pause, suck her nipple between my teeth. She cries out in ecstasy and her hands shoot up to my head, fingers grabbing for my hair and pulling. I growl at the pain I feel and groan at the pleasure I feel at her wanting me so badly.
    I pull away, unable to control my desires any longer. Ripping my boxers off, my cock springs free, seeking out her entrance. Control is slipping away with every passing second that I have her under me, and filled with a sexual rage, I rip her silk shorts at the crotch and roughly shift her panties to one side, plunging my finger in.
    “Jesus fuck, Rachel,” I hiss at feeling her soaking wet. “Motherfucking fuck!”
    I remove my fingers and lick her sweet essence from them. Her breathing is ragged, animalistic as she watches me taste her. I want to devour her, but there will be time for that later. Now, I just have to have her.
    I spread her legs wider and she opens like a fucking flower. I rip the fabric more and then frustratingly rid her of the offending material, sliding her sexy red lace panties down her legs. Without any further warm up, I sink into nirvana, bliss…my home.
    Rachel screams at my intrusion, but not from pain, never from pain. She is always ready for me. Her legs widen further and I pull out, my cock throbbing in swollen anger. I slam back in, her breath hitching and eyes widening in pleasure. I want her to start. I love it when she starts.
    I withdraw and pound back into her, loving when her eyes turn to slits. I love stoking her fire. I pull out again and this time I hover at her entrance. I descend on her lips and kiss her madly, reveling in her moans and how she kisses me back with a fierceness that no girl I’ve dated since her has ever matched.
    Rachel rips her lips away from mine, but not before biting my bottom lip.
    “If you’re fucking me, fuck me, Marshall. Don’t be a pussy,” she demands, taunting me, poking my beast. Yes.
    “Shut up, Rae, or I’ll make you shut up,” I threaten, rubbing my cock against her soaking wet opening. I love when we battle; it makes me ravenous.
    Rachel squirms, wrapping her legs around me, trying to get me closer, to get me to fuck her. She knows, though. She knows I love her fight.
    “Fuck me, or I swear to God you will never get this pussy again,” she warns, and I fucking love it.
    I slam into her, the last words dying away as I steal her breath, and then I withdraw again. She growls and I have to control the urge to laugh. Fucking hot piece of ass, Rachel Welles.
    My fucking heart .
    “You sure about that, Firecracker?” I pummel into her once more, only to pull back out, a smile quirking my lips.
    Frustrated, Rachel scissors her legs and throws me off balance. I land on the bed and she mounts me, slamming herself down and impaling my cock. I groan and whimper as if wounded, but the