The Girl in the Golden Atom by Ray Cummings (free ebook reader for pc TXT) 📕

want drips from her voice when she says my name. I could quickly get drunk on hearing it alone. Fuck, what a dumb ass I am for not indulging in this woman years ago. We’d be so far ahead of where we are now. If I could, I’d beat the hell out of my old self.

When Victoria parts those plump lips, her warm breath feathering across my face, I take more. Tongue sliding past her lips, tangling around hers. I kiss her like a man gone wild. Devouring her sweet little tongue.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, and she presses her chest against mine, whimpering as she tries to get closer.

“I don’t understand what is happening between us. Just don’t stop,” she rasps, breathing the words into my mouth.

Elation to my ears.

Rapture.

Motherfucking bliss.

Whatever is happening between us is too extreme. I can’t explain it to myself, let alone to someone else.

“Not a chance, angel. Not a chance.”

Pulling her closer, I take her mouth again and bunch her hair in my hands. I kiss her until we both melt into each other.

Undeniable need courses through me to bury myself balls deep to where she’s begging me to stop in one breath, screaming for me to keep going in the next.

Gripping hold by her waist. I hoist her onto her knees enough to have those big tits in my face and skim a hand across the swell of her breast before pulling a nipple into my mouth.

Dick getting harder if possible when she arches her back, giving me better access to stroke, suck, caress and worship until she’s panting. Pussy so slick as she grinds back and forth across my throbbing length.

“I want you,” she breathes out.

“I’m yours. Take what you want. Ride me, angel.” Her tongue sweeps along her bottom lip, and a shaky breath leaves her as she eases up a fraction and wraps her hand around my cock.

Our eyes lock as she slowly lowers herself onto me.

“Shit, you’re perfect. Nothing feels as good as you.”

So warm.

So soft.

So fucking right.

I lose all thoughts when she grinds, lifts, and starts fucking the ever-loving hell out of me.

Grabbing hold of her hips, I meet every hard push with a thrust of my own. Every moan, pant, and slapping of her ass up against my legs become out of control. Every thrust upward, every downward push urgent and relentless. My cock pulses and throbs; her pussy tightens and squeezes.

“Don’t let go of me when I fall,” she pleads, crying out as her walls grip me tight.

“Never.”

Slipping a hand between us, I work her clit, making sure to coat the pads of my fingers with her wetness.

My eyes roam from her flushed face to her bouncing breasts to where we’re connected. They stay glued to our connection until the desire for me to take over pounds in my skull.

I grab a handful of her hair and yank her head backward, my mouth attacking her delicate neck. I take full advantage of how she’s right here for me to do with as I please and for her to take from me.

“Oh God,” she screams, legs tensing at my sides, mouth open. I take advantage of that by pressing my fingers inside, letting her taste herself.

A moan rolls from her, eyes flaring wide. That fire is rising higher. About come right there when she sucks them all the way in, circling them with her tongue—nibbling on the tips.

“Fuck, Victoria. I knew you were made for me in every way possible. Not just sex.”

“I know,” she says. Lost in her own world of bliss.

I’m nowhere done giving her words. I could spend all night telling her how good she feels. How much she means to me and how I look forward to getting everything from her.

“Look at you. So damn hot riding my dick like you own it. You do own it, Victoria. You own me.” I take her by the hips and thrust up, gliding her back down on my dick. I’m so deep inside this woman that I can’t help but want to go deeper, to fuck her harder, violently, until my dick can’t take it anymore. Until she passes the hell out from being fucked into oblivion.

“Fuck, you drive me insane. There isn’t a damn thing about you that doesn’t turn me on. Hard and soft. Dirty and pure. Mine.” She gasps at my words—a prolonged, shocking intake of air.

I move my hands from her hips to her breasts while she takes over, grinding, moving up and down at her own pace. My balls on the verge of bursting; they ache to come.

“Get there, Victoria,” I mumble into her hair, hands sliding to palm her ass. When she finally clamps down, I let go, my warmth coating her heated core.

Slipping my arms around her, I hold her tight, and when she lays her head on my shoulder and wraps her arms around me, that motherfucking feeling of danger lingering is present again.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Victoria

“Are you kidding me?” I mutter to myself, momentarily trying to comprehend that what I’m seeing is even remotely possible as I gawk at the screen on the laptop confirming the letter I’m holding in my hands. The one I threw on top of the desk weeks ago, assuming it was my monthly reminder that payments on my student loans were due.

I shake my head in dumbfounded disbelief, reading the letter for the umpteenth time and the screen as some of the shock begins to wear off.

Every last one of my student loans shows a zero balance—nearly seventy-five thousand dollars. The date of the payoffs is three days after the murders.

Unbelievable.

He never said a word this morning when I woke with a new attitude. Telling him how the guilt I felt the past few days about paying them off with money from the bakery was long gone. He just sat there eating breakfast and listening to me ramble on about how my mother would want me to get this debt