Chapter 6: Breakfast

I moved down the bed, my eyes locked on him as I took in the sight of his length. He was thick, throbbing, and easily eight inches of heavy, pulsing heat. I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling the frantic skip of his pulse against my palm. When I leaned down and took him into my mouth, the sheer size of him filled me completely. I pushed past the initial resistance, taking him deep, feeling the stretch in the back of my throat as he groaned—a sound that vibrated through my entire body. I used my tongue to trace the ridge of his head before sliding back down, over and over, testing my own limits and relishing the way his hips bucked instinctively against the mattress."Please," he choked out, his hands clenching the bedsheets until the fabric threatened to tear. "Charles, please...""Not yet," I murmured against his skin, pulling away just enough to watch him ache.I climbed over him, guiding that big, throbbing cock back inside me. As I lowered myself down, I felt every vein, every bit of the heat he was radiating. I started to ride him, my movements slow and agonizingly deliberate. I controlled every inch of the friction, grinding my hips against his until he was gasping for air. Every time he tried to pick up the pace, I slowed down, pinning his wrists to the bed and forcing him to endure the pace I set.I edged him for an hour. I pushed him right to the precipice, watching his face contort in a mix of agony and ecstasy, only to stop and leave him hovering there, desperate and shaking. He was begging now, his voice raw, pleading for the release I was withholding. The "Titan" was gone; there was only a man drowning in sensation, completely dependent on me for his next breath.When I finally felt his muscles lock and his body go rigid, I leaned down, whispering my permission into his ear. He erupted. I felt the heat of him flooding me, wave after wave of thick, hot release as he emptied every bit of himself into me. He collapsed back into the pillows, his body trembling with the aftershocks, completely spent and utterly mine.The morning light filtered through the blinds, soft and golden, catching the dust motes dancing in the air of my bedroom. I woke up slowly, the weight of the last twenty-four hours finally settling into a sense of peace. My head was resting on his chest—broad, warm, and covered in a thick mat of dark hair that felt grounded against my cheek.David didn't move, but I could feel his chest rise and fall in a deep, rhythmic cycle. He was holding me close, his face tucked into the crown of my head, periodically drawing in a long, shaky breath as if he were trying to memorize the scent of my hair."You're awake," he rumbled, his voice even deeper and scratchier with sleep."Mmhmm," I hummed, tracing a pattern through the hair on his sternum. "Thinking about that six-digit salary I walked away from."He let out a short, dry laugh, but then he went quiet. He shifted slightly, pulling me even tighter against him, his hand moving in slow, protective circles on my back."Charles," he started, his voice uncharacteristically tentative. "I need to tell you something. About last night."I lifted my head, propping my chin on my hand to look at him. The man who usually looked like he was carved out of granite looked soft—almost boyish."I’ve spent a lot of my life being 'the' David Black," he said, staring up at the ceiling. "The heir, the CEO, the guy who owns land. People assume things about my life. They assume I’ve had everything and everyone." He paused, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. "But last night... that was my first time. With anyone."I froze, my eyes widening. "Your first time? David, you’re thirty-six. You’re... you.""I told you," he said, finally meeting my gaze, his eyes shining with a raw honesty. "I’ve been waiting. I didn't want it to be some transaction or a corporate social climb. I wanted it to be real. I’ve had this version in my head for years of how it would go—something controlled, something perfect."He reached up, cupping my face with his massive hand."It wasn't how I imagined it would be," he whispered. "It was messy, and loud, and I lost every bit of the control I spent my life building. And it was the best time in my entire life. I didn't just have sex with you, Charles. I finally felt like I was home."The weight of his confession hit me squarely in the chest. This titan of industry, this man who had "curated" my career from the shadows, had been saving the most vulnerable part of himself for the boy who shared a candy bar with him thirty years ago."Well," I said, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead. "For a first-timer, you're a very quick learner."The morning air was cool, but under the sheets, the heat radiating from David was intense. I felt him stir against my leg—that thick, heavy weight rising again, pulsing with a life of its own. He looked at me, his eyes clouded with a mix of shock at his own stamina and that same raw, submissive longing I’d seen the night before."How about breakfast?" I asked, a predatory smirk tugging at my lips.Before he could answer, I disappeared beneath the covers. The tented sheets created a private, dark sanctuary where only the scent of him and the heat of his skin existed. I started at the base, my tongue tracing the heavy, bulging veins of his eight-inch shaft, feeling him jump at the touch. I moved upward, swirling around the broad, velvet head that was already weeping with anticipation.I moved lower, taking my time with his weight, laving his balls until he was groaning into the pillows above. Then, I pushed his knees back, exposing the most private part of him. As I began to rim him, David let out a strangled, high-pitched cry I’d never heard from a man of his stature. His back arched off the mattress, his fingers digging into the headboard so hard the wood groaned. It was clearly his first time experiencing that kind of surrender, and the way his body bucked under my tongue told me he was losing his mind.I didn't let him recover. I moved back to the main event, wanting to finish what I’d started. I took him into my mouth, slick and heavy, and pushed myself down. I went deep, my throat stretching to accommodate every inch of him, my eyes watering from the depth of it. Each time I bottomed out, I used my hands to massage his balls, driving the sensation to a fever pitch.I could hear him above the sheets, his breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. "Charles... please... I can’t—"I didn't stop. I increased the suction, my tongue working the underside of the head as I maintained that deep, rhythmic pressure. I wanted it all. I felt his thighs begin to shake, a fine tremor that signaled the end. Then, the floodgates opened.His thick, sweet cum hit the back of my throat in hot, pulsing waves. It was a massive release, a career-worth of repressed tension finally exploding. I stayed there, swallowed every drop, and kept sucking until he was completely drained and whimpering my name.I finally emerged from the sheets, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. David was sprawled out, completely motionless, his eyes rolled back slightly in a state of total, blissful shock."Now," I said, my voice husky. "That was breakfast. I'll go make some coffee."