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By that, I meant I needed some pussy.

It had been too long since I slid up in anything, and if I couldn’t shake the anger I felt away, I’d fuck it away. Tiffany was an old link from before Donna, number three in my top five contenders with the best pussy. When I hit her line, I wasn’t sure if she still had the same number. Then that familiar sultry voice came through the speaker.

I didn’t sugarcoat what I needed from her, and she didn’t hesitate to pull up on me. I’d gotten to the loft about ten, and ten fifteen, she was knocking on the door. When I opened it, shewas dressed in a trench coat, heels, and some sexy ass lingerie beneath it, looking good enough to eat.

Two minutes later, I had her face down, ass up in my bed, pounding her from the back.

“Ooo shit! Ooo fuck, daddy! Beat this pussy up!”

Tiffany threw that ass back at me, matching me stroke for stroke.

“Fuck, Tiff! Your shit always been this wet?”

“Only for you, baby. Shit! I missed you!”

“I missed you too.” I slapped her ass, watching it ripple. “I missed this pussy too. Show me how much you missed this dick. Wet my shit up.”

She propped herself up and threw her ass back, riding me as I stood back watching that ass clapping against my thighs.

“That’s it,” I praised her. “Ride that shit, just like that, . . . fuck!”

“I’m about to cum, daddy! Oooo shit, you’re gonna make me—fuck!”

I felt her walls tighten around my dick and her pussy release around me. Her cumming pulled my own orgasm to the forefront, and the next thing I knew, I was painting the inside of the condom.

“Shit!”

I steadied myself as the rest of my seeds drained from my dick.

Tiffany slid off me and collapsed against the bed.

“Damn, I missed you,” she said, panting. “I’ve been needing you to fuck me like that.”

I chuckled. “I needed that shit too.”

Disappearing into the bathroom, I removed the condom and flushed it down the toilet. Grabbing a washcloth, I turned on the hot water so I could clean myself up. When I was done, I wentback out to clean up Tiffany. She was flat on her back, and when she saw me, she spread her legs for me.

“You sure you wanna clean me up so quick? I have another round in me.”

“I need to get home to my son.”

“Youdidhave a baby on me,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“I didn’t have a baby on you. That would imply that we were a couple, and we’ve never been more than this.”

She rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean. You wanted to start a family and cut me off.”

“Priorities.” I finished cleaning her up and headed for the bathroom. “You can see yourself out.”

“Wait,” she called. I turned around. “When can I see you again?”

“I’ll call you. Good night, Tiff.”

I went into the bathroom and closed the door, then turned on the shower. After waiting a moment for the temperature to adjust, I stepped in and under the showerhead. With my head down, I allowed the water to engulf me. I took a few deep breaths, trying to hold it together. Even good pussy couldn’t shake the anger I was feeling.

I have a daughter.

A ten-year-old daughter that I never knew anything about. This shit couldn’t be real. For the last two days, I’d been sitting on this information. Other than Jaeda, nobody knew. I didn’t even know how to tell my family this shit.