Page 57 of Marking Mia

“Has anyone ever fed you like this before?” he asks after several bites, his lips brushing against my ear.

I swallow before answering. “No, never.”

“Mm, I’m not surprised. Your ex-boyfriend doesn’t seem like the caring type.”

I stiffen at the mention of Justin, but Jace just tightens his hold on me, continuing to feed me as if we’re having the most normal conversation in the world. Each bite is followed by his approving hum when I swallow.

“Mhm, good girl,” he says, and I find myself eating more than I usually would, eager for that small sound of praise.

As the plate empties, I become increasingly aware of a hardness pressing against my ass. Jace is aroused, his cock thickening beneath me with each small movement I make. The knowledge sends a jolt of heat between my legs, and I squirm, feeling myself grow wet.

“You smell so fucking good,” Jace groans suddenly, burying his nose in my hair and inhaling deeply. “Like honey and sex. It’s driving me crazy.”

“What?” I ask, shocked.

“Your scent,” he murmurs, his free hand now stroking my hip. “It’s always been good, but right now…I’m trying to keep it together.”

He inhales again, a deep, primal sound that vibrates through his chest.

“Let’s not lose it now,” I whisper hoarsely, trying to make a joke.

“Are you horny, Mia?” Jace asks, his voice a low rumble against my ear. “Because you smell like you are.”

The question is so direct, so intimate, that I nearly choke on my food. But there’s no point in lying- not when I’m sitting on his lap with his erection pressing into me. Not when I can feel the dampness gathering in my pussy and leaking onto him.

“Yes,” I admit, my face heating.

“I thought so,” he says, his hand moving from my hip to my thigh, fingers playing with the torn edges of my leggings. “Why are you still wearing these? They’re ruined.”

His fingers dip through the tear, stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. I gasp, nearly dropping the fork as his fingertips brush against my bare pussy lips.

“I… I didn’t have time to change,” I stammer, my heart racing as his exploration becomes bolder.

“Mmm, too busy, huh?” Jace’s fingers part my folds, finding the wetness there. “Who did this to you?”

His middle finger circles my entrance, teasing but not entering, and I arch my back involuntarily, pressing my ass harder against his erection.

“Finn,” I gasp as his finger finally slides into me. “In the car. He- oh!”

“He what?” Jace prompts, his finger pushing deeper, curling inside me to hit a spot that makes my vision blur. “Tell me what Finn did to you.”

I can barely form coherent thoughts with his thick finger working inside me, but something about the command in his voice compels me to answer.

“He fingered me in the car,” I admit, my voice shaky. “He tore my leggings and put his fingers inside me.”

“Like this?” Jace adds a second finger, stretching me with a delicious burn.

“Yes,” I moan, rocking my hips against his hand. “God, yes.”

“Did you come for him?” Jace asks, his voice strained as if he’s holding himself back.

“Yes,” I pant, dying to orgasm right about now.

His thumb finds my clit, pressing and circling while his fingers pump in and out of me. My head falls back against his shoulder, the food forgotten as pleasure builds low in my belly. His fingers are thicker than Finn’s, more callused, and the roughness against my sensitive walls sends sparks shooting up my spine.

“That’s it,” Jace encourages his lips at my neck now, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses on my skin. “Let me feel you get wetter. Let me feel those tight little walls squeeze my fingers.”

I grind down on his hand, desperate to orgasm faster.

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