Not in time

"Oh fuck, I'm about to cum" he says, not slowing down. "Pull…" you say between breaths, "pull out…"

He contundes to pump into you, more and more quickly, until he cant take it anymore. His arms and legs tense up, holding back his orgasm, as he starts to slowly out of you. You feel one, then two, then three pulses inside of you as he pulled back, leaving a trail of cum dripping from your opening. He starts jerking as he withdraws, coating your vulva and shooting ropes over your body. The next few ropes shoot all the way onto your face, and as he continues to stroke, the hit you neck and chest. Each rope hits your skin, and you start rubbing your clit while he strokes.

He strokes until he has no cum left, shooting the remaining ropes across your stomach and onto your vulva. A little drips out of your opening, sliding down your ass. As he stops spasming, you start to cum, arching your back as you cum with his cum as lube. His balls look lighter as he stands back up, and his cock is already softening.

"You didn't pull out in time, did you?" you ask. He sheepishly says yes, not knowing what to expect. He snaps to his senses:

"Holy fuck," he said. "Let me get you a towel." He rummages around in the closet, finding someone's random old shirt, and tosses it to you. You wipe your body down, sticky cum smearing over the fabric. "Fuck, let me get your number so I can pay for a plan b" he says, handing you his phone. Without even thinking you type your digits, putting a peach emoji next to your name. "Thanks," you reply, smirking, and add "but it felt amazing without the condom, didn't it?"

You get up, kiss him one last time, and start to get dressed. This felt like the start of a new relationship.