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Jayden's cock stiffened with each moan that escaped my lips. My pussy milked his length as the orgasm bubbled from below until it swept my body like a wave crashing on the shore.

With one final thrust, Jayden pulled his cock free, aiming his head at my ass. Hot come shot from his length, painting my ass in sticky, white puddles.

Laying his head on my back, he brushed the hair away from my neck and kissed me. Pushing off me, he grabbed a cluster of napkins and wiped his cock. Standing up, I turned to face him. Jay handed me a few napkins to clean myself off, and tucked his dick back into his pants.

Stepping to the counter he grabbed a mug from the cupboard and poured himself a cup of coffee. His back was to me, and all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and tell him I was sorry for everything.

But I didn't, because I didn't know how.

Twisting around, Jay gripped the counter with one hand and sipped the hot liquid. “So, what is it that you want to tell me?”

Sucking in a big gulp of air, I let it out slowly. It was time, no more secrets, no more pretending like the truth was some false statement my father had fed me.

Locking eyes with him, I spit it out, not even trying to find a gentle way to say it.

He had already lost a decade of time, I couldn't take anymore from him.

“Jayden, Bliss is your daughter.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Jayden

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What did she just say?

I felt my back bump against the counter as I lost my footing and fell backwards. Her words kept replaying in my head, but I couldn't have heard her right.

I wasn't a father. I couldn't have a child.

There was no way that her daughter was mine. . .

The last time I saw Blue she looked the same as always. I didn't see a bump under her shirt, her chest didn't look engorged, and her face wasn't plumped.

This has to be some type of joke.

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