“I made coffee,” Jason announced as I entered the kitchen, pouring a mug and placing it on the counter for me, looking hot as fuck in his skimpy white briefs. “I hope it tastes okay. I wasn’t sure how many scoops to use.”
I tried to not stare at his lithe body, just begging to be dominated by a hung daddy like me. Christ, I wanted him. But, there’s a special place in hell for a man who tries to fuck his son’s best buddy.













