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After I had kissed him, Allen pulled me into his lap and began to rub small circles with his thumbs on my cheeks. He ran his fingers through my hair, and began kissing me passionately. Allen nipped at my bottom lip and licked it, asking for an entrance. I complied, opening up my mouth slightly only for him to stick his tounge inside of my mouth. I slid my hands up to his chest, pressing up against him. Spreading my legs slightly, I melted into the kiss, feeling allen beginning to grind against me, his hands moving down to my ass.
"Ngh..~"
And that's what really got Allen going. He shifted us around so he was on top of me, and then he started to grind. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling his face close to mine. He grunted as I let out another moan. Allen then slid and hand up my shirt, pulling away when he felt my belly. I pushed him off of me and blushed, looking down.
"I'm sorry.."
"What for, baby?"
"I...I'm not what you hoped, isn't that it..?"
He smirked, kissing me softly.
"Matthew, you're perfect in any form..don't worry about a thing, okay?"
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FanfictionAllen .f. Jones. His reputation was terrible, always getting into fights, drinking, smoking-clearly he would be the only suspect of the murder of Alfred Kirkland-right? But what if he never hurt Alfred, what if this was all a set up? And what if thi...
