Riley was sitting between your thighs as you worked on his hair with one hand on your thigh and the other one holding the cookie you baked, he said he was gonna ‘taste’ them.

“Hmm they pretty good ma.” He said eating like the king of back backs and squeezing your thigh while you parted his hair.

“Riley, this is your 7th cookie…” You said your eyes trailing down to the cookie in his hand.

“Well…ion give a FUCK, they good. You want a bite?” He asked eating the whole damn cookie like there was a bite for you anyway.