Max stops you with a kiss

You're interrupted as Max's lips meet yours and his tongue pushes past them, entwining with yours and transforming your begging into a pathetic whine. The need inside of you doesn't waver, but you don't have the presence of mind to break the kiss and beg for his seed. Maybe you'll get lucky and the condom will break, then you'd get to cum and still win the bet. The best of both worlds.

Wait. No, no. You have to fight back. You don't want to get pregnant. You don't. But it would feel good. It would feel so good. You already feel so incredible, it’s hard to imagine what Max’s cum would make you feel. Max’s cum. Your best friend’s cum spilling into your ready womb and taking root. No! You have to stop thinking like that and get through this. Just hold on.

The dance of your hips with his grows frantic. Beneath you, Max’s body stiffens. His thrusts become erratic. Your body tries to break the kiss, eager to beg, but he stops you, gripping your hair and holding your mouth to his. It would be romantic if it didn’t frustrate you so badly.

You feel it. Max’s shaft twitches, pulses, flooding the condom. It expands inside you, stretching as he throbs inside you again and again. You don’t stop riding until you’ve squeezed him dry, and then some. He doesn’t go soft. You could just keep going, but he pulls out.

The void he leaves is terrifying. You need him back inside you. You try to slip him back in, but he doesn’t let you. Max breaks the kiss and stares into your eyes.