Page 6 of Prison Christmas with Daddy

Leaning back, I stare at the place where my dick disappears into her ass, and it sets me off. It’s hot and fast as it comes out of me, and just then there’s a knock on the door. The warden has run out of patience.

I pull out of her ass and hurry to button up my jumpsuit before helping Cinnamon get dressed. I’m ready to get the fuck out of here and take my daughter home.

“Can we go?” she asks, and I nod.

“Yeah, we can go.” The smile she gives me could make me move mountains, and I give her one more quick kiss. Then I grab the parole paperwork and tuck it in my back pocket.

I pull her close against my side, and she wraps her arms around my waist as we exit the infirmary. Max and Leon are waiting for us, and they both give me knowing grins.

They take us to a private exit where there’s a car waiting for me. I turn around and thank both of them, and they give Cinnamon a longing look. They can look all they want, but from now on, that’s all anyone is ever going to get.

“Merry Christmas, Daddy,” she tells me once we’re in the back seat of the car.

I pull her over to straddle my lap, and she giggles when I tickle her side. “Merry Christmas, baby girl. It’s just you and me now. Always and forever.”

“Forever,” she agrees as the driver pulls away from the curb.

The End

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