When he pulls out but doesn’t quite make it…

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When we’re fucking, and he’s just about to come, there’s always a split-second moment when he has to decide: hold back or let go? If he pulls out quickly and closes his eyes so he can’t see the wet hole of my twitching cunt desperate for him to shove it back in, he can deny himself an orgasm now, but keep it in the bank for another fuck half an hour later. If he lets go, he gets that delightful thudding pulse running through his cock, and the wave of satisfied release as he dumps spunk inside me, but the chances of us fucking again shortly afterwards reduce dramatically. It’s a tricky decision. And sometimes it’s one that he doesn’t get to make.

I’m bent over the sofa when he pulls out, and a little part of me is pleased that he chose to do so: I can keep this butt plug in and he can tease and fuck me for longer, saving his spunk for later in the evening, when I’m even more greedy for it.

A little part of me is disappointed, though, because a little part of me always wants spunk. Fuck the future, I need all your jizz now. Right. Fucking. Now.

As he pulls out, there’s a pause – perhaps a second, maybe only a heartbeat – then he mutters “Oh… fuck.”

He hates that ‘oh fuck.’ It’s an ‘oh fuck’ of despair and sadness and failure. Because that ‘oh fuck’ means ‘I couldn’t hold it back.’

That ‘oh fuck’ marks the moment when he realised he’d pulled out a little too late, and the inevitable waves of orgasm are already coursing through his body, ready to spurt out of his dick and curtail this evening’s shag fest.

“Oh… fuck.”

He feels like a failure.

But to me it seems absurd, that he’d mutter commiserations to himself while doing something so searingly hot.

When he pulls out just before he comes, the two parts of me that are in disagreement about what we want (Jizz now? Or jizz later?) suddenly stop caring. Because all there is for me is this moment: the pause, the silence, then that guttural ‘oh fuck’, uttered in a tortured, super-hot growly voice, as he realises the inevitable is happening.

And then? Ah, then…

Knowing that his spunk is unavoidable, he figures ‘fuck it, let’s make the most of it’ and plunges straight back in. Sliding his fat cock neatly back inside me so he can enjoy the way my cunt envelops him as he rides the inevitable waves. Realising all is lost, and wanting to milk the last drops of pleasure from what may well be the last fuck of the night, he closes his eyes and lets out one final, satisfied moan as he dumps vast squirts of impossible-to-hold-back jizz deep into my twitching cunt.

‘Oh fuck’ indeed.


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