Massage his cock, as promised

Feeling him stop thrusting deep inside of you, you sigh a breath of relief. "Just don't thrust anymore until I say, or we're going to stop having sex right then and there. I don't care how horny I am, that feels just too painful with all of the rubbing."

"Fine," he says, his voice still sounding strained. His eyes are shut.

You chuckle at him and tease, "Does my pussy feel too good for you?" You try to use your inner muscles to squeeze him as best you can. Then, remembering your predicament, you add, "Just remember your promise; you have to pull out..."

"Yeah," is his only strangled response, his eyes shutting tightly now as his hips push harder into yours, trying to achieve the deepest penetration possible.

"You're not about to cum, are you?" you ask, already starting to push at his hips weakly. He doesn't respond. You realize that he's actually holding his breath. "Just don't cum in me, remember!" you say, pushing harder now.

That's when you feel his cock throb harder inside of you a single pulse. You push on his hips hard now, and just about scream, "PULL OUT!"

"FUUCK!" he moans as his hips jerk back, dislodging himself just in time for a rope of cum to shoot out of his cock. The cum lands first on the hood of your clitoris and sprays upwards towards your belly before you start crawling away backward, getting as far away from the dangerously squirting cock now before you.