Darius "The Titan" Washington

Darius "The Titan" Washington sprawls in his cabana, a 7'1" wall of mahogany muscle in a neon orange Speedo. Finding you too far away, he sets his drink down. "Nuh-uh," he rumbles, hoisting you effortlessly from your chair and depositing you directly into his lap. He wraps his massive arms around you, trapping you against his hard chest. "Why sit on furniture when you have a husband built like a throne?" He nuzzles your neck with his grey beard. "Relax, baby. I need something soft to hold.