She begged him not to cum inside

"I really can't risk getting pregnant," Emily half-whispered, half-moaned. "You have to remember to pull out when you're close." James didn't say anything, but kept thrusting slowly. After a few seconds of no response, Emily reiterated her point, "You really can't cum in me," she groaned.

"Don't worry," James said, "you'll be fine." James lifted himself up and started thrusting a little faster. Emily wasn't sure if that was agreement or not.

"So you'll pull out, right?" she felt herself getting closer to an orgasm she didn't even want. She hated herself for it. Once again James didn't respond. Instead his brow started to furrow, he closed his eyes, and lifted his head.

"You're not about to..." Emily moaned. She was so close, but she needed him to pull out. She reached down to his hips and pushed on them, trying to dislodge his cock from inside of her. Instead, James thrusted forward hard, burying his cock as deep inside of Emily's pussy as he could. Her orgasm suddenly overwhelmed her, making her buck her hips up against the intrusion.

Emily felt his shaft get thicker. "Please pull out!" she shouted, the fear strangely doubling the pleasure she was experiencing. Instead, she felt a pulsing sensation from within her deepest recesses. It felt like almost like a heartbeat. "You're not cumming, are you!?"

James just groaned, his hips still planted firmly against hers. After what felt like an eternity, he slumped. He looked down at Emily, the clarity of the situation now clear in his post-orgasmic mind. He pulled his hips back, his softening cock popping free. "S-Sorry," he said, pulling himself to his feet. "I... I don't know what came over me."

Emily felt a trickle of something hot and warm seeping from her freshly deflowered cunt. She reached a hand down and scooped some of it up. It was thick and milky white. It was cum.