My fingers barely brushed against it, and Grace's little spot was so sensitive it kept trembling.
This time, Grace's moans were even more intense than before.
"Your spot's already climaxed, and it's still this sensitive?"
"Isn't it because you're too good at working my spot, making it so sensitive," Grace shot me a somewhat resentful look.
"Well, if it's this sensitive, I guess I haven't worked it enough." Just praised by Grace a moment ago, my cock seemed to get inspired and hardened again. "Come on, let's switch it up and go again."
After saying that, I picked up Grace, cleared the table, laid her flat on it, spread her legs onto her chest, and sat down.
I pulled her towards me by her thighs, about to lift my cock to insert it, but Grace, feeling a bit scared, clenched her legs, trying to avoid my big cock.
"What's wrong? You just came, how come your cock is hard again?"
"I told you, your spot is too eager, so it needs to get hard quickly, work you a few more times to make it less sensitive."
After saying that, I spread her thighs again and thrust my cock into her spot.
After a few times, I got the hang of it and could insert my cock without using my hands.
But Grace's spot was too sensitive; as soon as I inserted it, it trembled violently.
Her spot tightened and loosened, just like breathing, messing up my rhythm and making my cock ache.
I couldn't help but slap her spot, "Stop clenching, you'll hurt my cock. Who's gonna work you to climax then?"
"Stop for now, can we rest? My spot is so tight now, it's uncomfortable."
"No, my cock is hard, you've aroused it, you have to suck out its essence."
Ignoring her objections, I thrust my cock all the way into her spot again.
"Easy... easy, your cock is too big... my spot... my spot can't take it! Slow down... be gentle... my spot will be ruined." Grace pleaded with a sob in her voice.
But little did she know, the more she begged like this, the more I wanted to thrust hard, work her until she cried, cried more tears than her own juices.
"If it's ruined, no one else will be able to use it, and only I can."
"Be gentle... please... in the future, my spot will only be for you... okay?"
Grace continued to plead, but I was still unwilling, continuing to thrust forcefully.
Maybe I didn't have any feelings of love or liking towards her, so no matter how she begged me, I wouldn't feel any pity.
But speaking of liking and love, what feelings did I have for Scarlett?
Did I like her? If she cried because of me working her, would I feel sorry for her? Or would I just continue for my own pleasure like now?
Thinking about this, I suddenly thought of Scarlett's large breasts, her lying on the bed being worked by Ryan, her breasts shaking violently, her nipples even leaving afterimages.
Suddenly, I wanted Scarlett. I wanted to be inside her.
"Slow down... David... please... I'm gonna be filled with cum."
That's when I noticed a thin layer of white liquid on my cock.
But I hadn't finished for her, and the cum I had just shot had leaked out.
So was this white liquid Grace's juices turning into?
Lost in thought, my thrusting slowed down.
Grace's voice sounded like she had relaxed all over, relaxed yet with a unique charm of lovemaking.
"That's it... slow... deeper... you're hitting my uterus, it feels so good!"
Grace now closed her eyes in comfort, carefully feeling my thick cock filling her, the slow friction bringing pleasure.
This made me think of Scarlett again, wondering if she would react the same way if I took it slow and gentle with her.
I wanted Scarlett. What should I do?
Suddenly, my phone rang, the strong vibration almost making me numb all over, my cock almost about to cum.
Luckily, I stopped in time, focusing on finding my phone to shift my attention away and not finish.
Taking out my phone, it was Scarlett calling.
I answered in confusion, "Hello, Scarlett. What's up?"
"What time is it? Aren't you coming home yet?" Scarlett asked, sounding a bit cold and a little angry.
"I might be very late tonight." I glanced at Grace, telling the truth.
It wasn't just because of Grace, but also because of Robert's affair. I had promised to pretend to be Emily's boyfriend, and I had to follow through.
"It seems like you're quite popular on your first day at work, being occupied by another woman that you can't even come home." Scarlett's tone made it seem like she was jealous.
But she wasn't my girlfriend or my wife, why was she jealous? Could it be that she had fallen for me?
"Scarlett, don't misunderstand, I have things to take care of. If you're willing, wait for me to come home in the early morning, and we can talk, okay?" I spoke softly, very gently to Scarlett.
She seemed very satisfied with my response, her tone much softer, "Okay, but you need to come back as soon as possible, it's not safe to be out too late."
"Okay, Scarlett. Should I hang up now?"
"Yes, go ahead."
After that, all I heard was a busy tone. Scarlett hung up pretty quickly.
Now I focused back on Grace, who was crossing her arms and looking at me with a scrutinizing gaze.
"The relationship between you and Scarlett is unusual, do you both like each other?"
"How is that possible? She's my brother's wife! How could I like her?"
"Then why were you so gentle when talking to her? You've been inside me and I haven't seen you be this gentle with me, even when I kept asking you to be gentle."
'Oh no, it seems like Grace has seen through my thoughts, but how do I come up with an excuse to cover it up?' I thought.
My brain was spinning rapidly, but I couldn't come up with the right words.
Grace continued, "I've been married and had young love before, don't try to fool me."
"I'm not gentle? Then who is this guy who's taking it slow and gentle with you right now? Is it because I've been too good to you, making you a bit conceited?"