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JAY: Calloused Fingers

wc: 515
tags: jay learned to play guitar bc it'll get him some pussy, fingering, multiple orgasms, implied fuckin

Oh, rougher than you expected.

In more ways than one.

You knew his fingers were long enough to reach deep, and you certainly knew he was well aware of how to use them for more than that fucking guitar he's claimed to be the love of his life.

He must not recognize how quickly he moves them, how beautiful it is when he presses his fingers down on the strings with just the right amount of pressure to make those delightful sounds while simultaneously strumming with the other.

You learn more quickly than expected that he's very well aware. In fact, he picked up this guitar in the beginning solely for the pussy it might get him.

And boy does he get it.

You're just one of the girls, but of course you need to be different so that he calls you back.

Moaning more for him when he slips those calloused fingers in you, the ring at the end of it offering a metal-cold-sensation right against your entrance that only makes you shiver.

He chuckles when you close your legs around his hand, looking you in the eye with his soft hair falling in front of his eyes. His eyebrows stay furrowed in concentration as he fights the tensing of your thighs. Pushing harder, so hard that his shoulder is jerking just to plunge his fingers in deeper, faster. So hard that his hair only sways in front of his eyes, likewise with that dainty chain necklace around his neck.

He knows all the places inside of you like you're truly no different than any other pussy spread open for him, and you find yourself not minding too much during that first orgasm.

By the second orgasm, you fear you're already growing feelings for the man hovering over you. He hasn't so much as taken off his clothes, proving to you that he's here to pleasure you, not to get it himself.

But what if-

"Jay," You moan out, feeling the third finger enter you by now. "Do you always just get girls off without..." You trail off in a moan when he leans back, spreading your legs out with one hand and changing the angle of his still-fucking-fingers.

"Hm?" He smiles, slowing the pace to tilt his head at you, intentionally dragging the pad of hid middle finger against your g-spot and pressing up. Rubbing.

"D- do you not ever get anything in return?" You choke out at the bubbly feeling in your belly, muscles tensing again.

"I don't typically ask," He focuses his eyes back on your cunt, now so wet that there's a large stain on his bed. So fuckable. "Why? You wanna return the favor?"

You nod frantically, shooting up on your elbows and grabbing his hand, stopping it.

"Yeah?" He tries to confirm with you, a bit shocked by the blown-out look in your eyes. "Can I fuck you then?"

And, well.

It appears Jay knows how to use more than just his hands, unfortunately many women he gets in this room appear to be spent after the very girls orgasm brought on by his fingers alone.

They're missing out, truly.