#{alec}

Felet cried out as his back hit the wall, he could smell cooking meat. Who would be making pork at a time like this? Bad time for dinner plans. He tried to force his mind to focus. Work. He was working. He was doing a job and that didnt invovle laying on the ground.

Why was he on the ground? He had just managed to pick the lock on the door and then...then what?

He groaned and pushed himself up, crying out a second later and collapsing back down.

"What the-" He looked down and his eyes went wide. "Fuck..."

His entire stomach was flayed open, remaining skin burt black and red. He could see his intestines.

"Oh fuck..." he collapsed back. "Oh fuck fuck fuck."

He could feel himself slipping away, remembered it from that night all those years ago when a bullet entered his chest. It had been a miracle then to survive. He knew not to count on them now.

𝓐lec 𝓜cDowell has always been used to doing all the work, vigorously pistoning his cock into you with the force of his enhanced DNA, making you squirm and mewl beneath him, working you open with unabashed arrogance plastered on his face in the form of a smirk.

He’s used to the rigour of it all, the strenuosity he’s committed to when pleasuring others. But on days when you insist on riding him, Alec is simply not one to argue.

His hazed eyes lock on where you two connect. Your folds part around his glistening member, wrapping around the girth of him. The way you grind down onto his lap is intoxicatingly mellow, steadily setting your own pace while basking in the pleasure of your shared intimacy.

“Atta girl, that’s it. Keep going,” he praises, feeling his bulbous cockhead kiss at the opening of your cervix, your cunt stretching snugly around him, hungrily sucking him in.

Alec throbs inside you, each pulse in time with the beat of his heart. His breath hitches at every firm squeeze of your gummy walls around him, combined with that pathetic look decorating your face. He’s in heaven, watching his girl do her thing—using his cock to feel good, getting herself off.

His fingers decidedly meet your swollen clit, skilfully rubbing at the sensitive nerves, driving you closer to your orgasm. Your body reacts instantly. “Shit, squeezing me tight there, baby,” he breathes out, winded from your tightness and how effortlessly you move above him.

The tightening band of pleasure in your stomach finally snaps, sending a wave of ecstasy crashing over your entire body. Fluttering frantically, your pussy squeezes around his cock like you’re attempting to milk him dry.

Alec’s eyes nearly roll back into his head. The sight of you gushing down his length, watching you wet his abdomen and pelvis with your release, is so divinely obscene. A moan practically claws its way out of his lungs.