I spent all night dreaming of Renee Lyon, and by the time my alarm went off, I was hard as f**k for her. My d**k strained painfully against the inside of my boxers as I went to the shower, cranking the stream on high before dropping my pants and stepping in, relief flooding through my body as steamy water hit my skin.
Fuck. I couldn’t get Renee out of my head. It had been a long time since I’d seen her, but I would be f*****g lying if I said I hadn’t thought about her nearly every day since the night she’d punched me in the face and broken my nose. God, I never would have imagined she had that in her. It had been really f*****g hot.
It didn’t take long to relieve myself of the mental image of Renee. After I lost my hard-on, I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my midsectio
