"No, no, Chris, don't you see? It would ruin everything for us. If we did it now, I don't think I could bear to go to San Francisco – and you know how much I need to succeed in my art career. Would you want to have a frustrated, unhappy chick on your hands; one who was bitter about missed opportunities in life? I know you wouldn't. Anyway, you'd despise me afterwards for being so weak, so dominated. You might not even want me then, and where would I be?"

"That's crazy! I love you, Jill. I don't know how I'm going to live without you for nine months. That's all the more reason for making love now – we're going to be away from each other for so long!"

She felt herself beginning to weaken as her body kept telling her that she must let him fuck her while her brain continued to shout, "NO WAY!" How she yearned to have that cock shoved far up into her cunt! The tip of his cock was taunting the erect bud of her clitoris, sending wild sensations racing through her with each stroke of the slippery head. She knew she had to give him some relief, otherwise, she might lose him forever.

"I'll be back before you know it. Then we'll get married and make love all the time, if you want to. But for tonight, Chris…"

He cut in rudely. "For tonight, nothing, right?" he spat out in disgust.

"No, I said I'd use my hand," she answered with bewilderment.

"Forget it, baby. I'm fucking you tonight whether you like it or not!" he hissed at her, and he used his powerful hand to shove her legs apart.

Panic-stricken, the young brunette started to pound her fist against his muscular back. "No! Stop it, Chris! NOOOOOO!" she shrieked, gripping his burgeoning penis even tighter in her hand. He was suddenly like an enraged bull with one purpose: to get his cockhead into the mouth of the elusive passage denied him by those adamantly locked thighs. Her cunt lips were yielding under the force of his thrusting pressure and in desperation, she reached up and grabbed his hair in her hand and yanked as hard as she could.