“You have one minute to tell me or that ass is mine tonight.” He growled. She moaned at the thought of what he was going to do and then she watched him narrow his eyes on her again. Jake turned his attention to Riley, “What’s wrong baby?” he softly asked. There were many things wrong. Riley watched the towel drop from his waist and frowned because he was wearing boxers. He looked down at her; she was propped up on her elbows with her legs still wide open, he moved his gaze from her pussy to her flushed breasts to her pouty face and narrowed his eyes on hers. She looked up and met his gaze and saw that he wanted this just as much as she wanted it. Ten minutes! Then he heard Riley’s stomach growl. “I understand Sir, how long,” he firmly asked. When he finally got rid of all the little tangles she had in her hair he grabbed the nozzle and gently pushed her head back as he began to rinse the suds.
