Being a Prison Guard isn't the easiest job to have, but it brings excitement to me. Not knowing what someone has done to end up in the prison. There's this one Prisoner Ayden Callaghan. He's so perfect that it's a crime on itself how breathtakingly handsome he is.

Ayden has broad shoulder, muscles that can rival Dwayne Johnson on a given day, tanned skin from the amount of time he's topless in the courtyard. Blue eyes that remind you of the ocean, dark hair. He has a six pack that makes you want to lick them after he's worked out.

My pussy begins to tingle as I think about the man I fucked eight months ago in the prison. Moving my hand down to my pussy I start rubbing it. Throwing my head back on the couch I moan. "Ayden." Moving my hand faster I say. "Oh, fuck, Ayden." The pressure builds inside me and then I explode on my fingers.

There's a knock on the door and I fix myself, making sure I look presentable for whoever is there. I walk over to the door and open it. Standing on the other side is Ayden, wearing a pair of jean and a singlet. He smirks. "I told you I'd find you once I got out and then I'd fuck you."

Placing my hand on my six month belly. "Well you found us."

His eyes land on stomach. "Is it mine?"

A smile spreads across my face. "Yes, we're all yours."

Ayden lifts me up so I'm the same height as him and kisses me.

Let me know in the comments below if you're looking forward to this story? It will be a full book, but rated as mature.