Apollo
I wasn’t the kind of man who acted on impulse. Once I made a decision, I stuck with it. I had my rules, and one of them was never sleeping with a woman without protection.
I looked down at the younger woman lying on my bed. Twenty-three? I was seventeen years older. The age difference was quite a lot. On any other day, I might’ve overlooked her. But tonight, with her skin flushed and lips parted, my c**k throbbed with the kind of hunger I hadn’t felt in a long time.
“I don’t do things without clarity,” I said, my voice low as I placed my hands on either side of her, caging her in without touching her. “Do I have your consent?”
She nodded, all that earlier sass or confidence she had evaporating under my stare.
“Use your words,” I told her, firmer this time.
“Yes,” she breathed
