I'd told her I wasn't the type to give her my number on the first meeting, but I was stalking her. I was digging up as much information as I could about her, an hour after she'd kneed my dick.

Fuck

The pain hadn't faded at all, but it was getting worse for something else. My dick was having a party in my pants because it had finally reunited with its love. He'd been asleep for four years, and now he'd woken up with a burning desire to reclaim it.

Shit! I hate to admit it, but I felt like a ...