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“Oh, God, Antonio!” I gasp out as my body softens around him, taking him in all the way to the root. I feel like he’s tearing me apart, and yet it’s the most incredible sensation.
I feel his hands come up to grip my backside, tilting me forward slightly. Suddenly there is pressure at my pucker, and I feel him slip a thumb inside of me as I ride him. The stretching is so incredibly enjoyable that I immediately fly apart beneath his hands, screaming his name as I orgasm. As I come, I again squirt, spilling warm fluid across his hips and onto the bed beneath us.
This seems to trigger his own release, and he shouts loudly as he comes, his hips shaking beneath me as I crumple forward bonelessly over his legs.
“Oh my God, Alyssa,” he says gruffly to me. “You didn’t tell me that you were a squirter.”
I chuckle, feeling the remaining ebbing pleasure tingling through my body. “I didn’t know I was one until last night,” I say.
He lifts me off his softening cock, and rolls out of bed.
“I think we ruined the bed just like my jacket,” he laughs.
I blush. “Sorry,” I say, but I’m really not. Suddenly, I frown a little and press a hand to my forehead.
“Do you feel sick?” he asks softly.
I shake my head, but I actually don’t feel very well.
He nods. “Let’s go down for breakfast.”
“Breakfast,” I repeat slowly.
“Aren’t you hungry?”
I shake my head.
He grins. “Well, I’m starving. Come on.” He takes my hands before I can protest and pulls me out of the bed to lead me to the door.
Something’s different about him this morning, and something is different about me, too, but I just can’t put my finger on it. As usual, stares follow us as he leads me down to the table. He pulls up a seat for me, and he settles beside me.
“You should eat breakfast each day. You’re getting too thin,” he says, filling my plate for me.
I watch him as he puts pancakes and bacon on the plate.
“Eat up,” he nods, encouraging me.
I snap out of it, pick up my fork, and just then the smell of the food hits my nose. I feel a pit growing in my stomach.
“Alyssa, are you okay?”
I open my mouth to tell him that I am fine, but no words come out because I swing to the side, emptying the contents of my already empty stomach onto the floor.
Later, my eyes are fixed on the doctor as he takes some notes. Antonio brought him down within the hour, even after I insisted I was fine. I kept telling him it was probably just a reaction to my exhaustion and nothing more.
I am lying in my bed, and Antonio is by my side, hunched over in worry. Suddenly, his phone beeps, and he turns to the doctor.
“I’ll be back in a couple of minutes. Take care of her.”
The doctor nods, and Antonio turns to me.
“I’ll be back. Stay put.”
I gulp as he walks away, putting his phone to his ear.
“Everything looks good,” the doctor says before I can ask.
“It’s been a stressful few weeks. I am surprised I didn’t get sick before now,” I joke, but the doctor doesn’t break or offer a smile.
