FORSYTHIA’S POV
"Ride me, Forsy," he said, his hands squeezing my buttocks.
I had never done this before, but I didn't want to appear to be a naive girl who was easily led. My hips began to move. The friction of my c******s against Mak’s pubic hair sent a shiver through my body.
"s**t, Forsy. You have a natural instinct for this." Mak narrowed his eyes. "Faster, baby."
Hearing that encouragement, I gained momentum. I continuously pressed down on him. My legs were straddling him. From slow movements, I began to go faster. Harder. Each thrust felt like he was reaching my very core.
Mak gasped for air. "f**k, alright. You’re good."
At his praise, I applied even more force. My mouth hung open, gulping for air as I rode him. "You really are huge!"
I panted, coming to a stop. Mak growled.
