Chapter 8: Potency

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Sadly, Leslie's burst of anger a moment ago totally killed the mood. She looked down, frustrated. "This is your fault. Now we have to start all over again." "How about I try going in first?" I said. "You trying to kill me? It's huge." Leslie made a little fist and gave me a playful punch, cursing under her breath. I puffed up. "How huge are we talking?" "Twice my husband's. He can't do it, but he does get hard sometimes, about half your size. And the sex toys he bought me aren't as big as you either." As she spoke, a flush crept up her cheeks. Watching her, I felt a fierce surge of pride. Softly, Leslie murmured, "Talking like this… it makes me…" As she spoke, her small hand slipped between her thighs, and her eyes went half-lidded in bliss, her face melting with pleasure. Delighted, I kept sweet-talking her, praising her beautiful face, then the elegant lines of her body. Before long, a tremor ran through her. She moved faster and clung to me, breathless. "Come on." I knew it was time. I quit stalling, pushed Leslie beneath me, nudged her thighs apart, and tried to press in. Missed the mark the first time. Second time, still no. Leslie grew frantic. She wrapped her legs around my waist, took me in her hand, and guided me. In an instant, I slid into a warm, yielding place. A shock ran through me like a live wire. My whole body shuddered, and I nearly lost control. Leslie's brows knit tight. Not quite used to me yet, she opened her mouth and bit my shoulder. I edged forward, slow and careful, until I was all the way inside her. "Can I move?" I asked. "Wait… wait a little. Let me adjust. I can't take it… I'm dying here," Leslie said, weak and breathless. She looked strained, but you could see the pleasure in her face. Most of all, her clear, bright eyes shone the whole time. It was like a traveler in the desert, parched for days, suddenly finding a river. A sip wouldn't cut it-she needed to dive in and make up for lost time. Hearing her, I shook with excitement. She told me not to move, but she started moving on her own, slowly, just a little at a time. Each motion drew a rough gasp from her and set her trembling. After a few of those, I was already on the brink. That near miss earlier was from all the rubbing and the way Leslie suddenly tightened around me, but I had held back. Technically I wasn't a virgin anymore, and I wondered if that meant I'd start lasting way longer from now on. But there was no way to know yet. Once she'd tasted it, Leslie wanted more and started urging me to go faster. I didn't want to speed up, already on the edge. She was about to take matters into her own hands when a sound drifted up from downstairs. "Leslie… I think Mr. Willis just got back," I said. "Huh?" Leslie froze, then tilted her head to listen. There was definitely someone downstairs. "What do we do?" I asked. She hesitated, then said, "Ignore him… He's fine with you sleeping with me." With that, she flipped me onto my back and climbed astride, riding me. You can imagine it: a woman so lonely she'd been using a sex toy every day, and now she finally had a man. Of course she took the lead. Luckily, that brief pause had steadied me a bit, and I got back into it with her. She planted one hand on my chest and covered her mouth with the other. She might not be afraid of Sergio Willis seeing, but she still didn't want him coming upstairs. They were husband and wife, after all, and she'd still be embarrassed. The tension kept her moans to a whisper, making it feel like a secret affair. The thrill hit me hard, and I couldn't help matching her with deeper, harder thrusts. "Ah… I'm dying," Leslie breathed, her voice shaking as her body trembled. I clenched my teeth. I was almost there… Right then, a woman's voice rose from downstairs. "Leslie, are you upstairs?" That wasn't Sergio Willis. Who else could it be? I was at a breaking point and didn't care to find out. I figured it was a friend dropping by, so I braced to roll Leslie beneath me and go for the finish. "Get off me-my mom's here," Leslie blurted. "What?" I froze. "My mom is here. She can't know I'm doing this…" Hearing that, I gave up immediately. After all, if word got back to her family that their son-in-law couldn't perform and they'd resorted to surrogacy with another man, Sergio Willis would never be able to show his face again. What happened to Sergio had little to do with me, but seeing how terrified Leslie looked, I couldn't let her be embarrassed in front of her mother. I let her go. Leslie scrambled off me, and there was a quiet pop as we separated. Scarlet with embarrassment, she snatched up a bath towel and covered herself. "No peeking," she said shyly. "Hey, I've already seen it all," I said with a wicked grin. She opened her mouth to retort, but footsteps reached the door. The doorknob clicked, and Leslie flinched. "Hide. Get in the closet," she whispered. "My clothes are in the other room. Give me the towel," I said. "No. Get in there naked first. I'll figure out how to get your clothes to you later," Leslie said. "Fine…" I said reluctantly. I slipped into the closet. Leslie warned me again and again not to make a sound, then shut the door and went to meet her mother. All of a sudden, my heart was pounding. Outside, the woman said, "Leslie, what were you doing in there just now? You even locked the door and wouldn't let me in."

Chapter 8: Potency

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