Swallow

Chapter 1.71:

My tongue had never felt so tired before.

The damn thing was throbbing right at the tip. I think I wore off most of my tastebuds yesterday. I lost track of how many times I buried my head between Riley's thighs, but it was enough for me to realize there was no proper workout to prepare your body for hours and hours of licking pussy.

Even the back of my neck had a crick in it and cracked multiple times when I shifted it from side to side.

Everything hurt this morning, even in places I had no idea even existed.

My whole body was depleted of everything. I needed some caffeine, food, and massive amounts of sleep to recover from the day Riley and I had together.

Riley was a little ball of unstoppable energy. The more I gave her, the more she wanted to keep going. She kept coming back again and again. I had never come so many times in one day. I wondered if the was a world record for orgasms because there was no doubt in my mind that Riley and I shattered it within the first few hours after we reunited.

We would have kept going and I would have probably ended up in the hospital on life support if Riley hadn't gotten sick on me overnight.

I woke up to the feeling of her climbing over top of me. I thought she was about to wake me up with another mind-blowing session, but she jumped to the floor and ran towards the hallway instead. My borrowed shirt billowed around her like a parachute as she sprinted down into the dark. I was up on my feet after her since I didn't know what was happening. At first, I thought she was playing some little newly invented sex game with me, like a dirty version of hide and seek.

It wasn't until I heard her in the bathroom making the most inhuman sounds possible that I realized something was wrong with her. I found her leaning over the toilet while she threw up everything inside her, which was mostly the remnants of the gallon of my cum she drank down. I figured that might be why her stomach was upset. She hadn't swallowed anything else but my dick since she got here.

When she finished, she wiped her mouth and gave me the most pitiful look she could muster. I felt terrible for her, but there was not much I could do to help other than be there if she needed me.

"What's going on?" I asked as I rubbed the sleep away from my face.

"I think I might have eaten something that made me sick or my stomach bug is back." She answered.

I furrowed my brows and pulled at my rings. What she said didn't sit right with me. Riley hadn't eaten anything since she got here. Her logic didn't make sense to me. She hadn't complained once about her stomach feeling off. For someone who was violently sick, she sure hadn't said anything or given me any indication something was amiss.

After about fifteen minutes of waiting in the bathroom without another incident, Riley cleaned herself up and laid back down with me. It didn't take long before she was up and back at it again. Every time she disappeared from my bed, I found her on the bathroom floor, barely able to hold herself up.

She had said she didn't want me to call anyone or get anything for her, but I was starting to get concerned after the last time when she could barely stand on her own. I carried most of her weight back for her as she limped back to my room.

I maneuvered her back into bed and stayed awake the rest of the night to watch her closely. If she wasn't feeling any better by tomorrow, I was going to make her get checked out by an actual doctor.

It was hard to watch her like this.

Riley tossed and turned all night, trying to get comfortable, but she could never seem to find a spot that soothed her. Even in my arms, she clutched her stomach and whimpered in pain.