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roared, his eyes blazing.
    Barely a second ticked by before she jumped up and reached past Graham to flail her fists at Tylar as she cursed violently in Spanish.
    Graham winced and hollered out as a few of the blows landed on his head and shoulders. He wasn’t sure what happened next, but he felt their bodies sandwiching his as they tussled. He felt her climb up the front of him.
    â€œMove, Graham,” his father said in a hard voice.
    He opened his eyes. Ms. Nunez’s naked body was across his shoulder on her stomach with her legs thrashing about.
    â€œMove the fuck out the way, Graham!”
    He stepped out of the fray and his eyes widened to see his father had one arm wrapped around her head, covering her mouth, and the other binding her arms to her side like a wrestling move. Damn . . .
    Graham followed them as Tylar carried her out of the room and across the living room, pressing her writhing body against the wall as he freed one hand to open the front door. Graham’s heart was pounding like crazy at the scene unfolding around him. “Dad, don’t!” he screamed as he watched him throw her out the door.
    â€œYou mad I had your son, you punk ass!” she screamed as she scrambled to her feet. “His dick bigger and better too.”
    â€œStay the hell away from him, you crazy bitch,” Tylar said, turning to brush past Graham to walk back into the apartment.
    â€œI got what I wanted from him . . . plenty of times,” she screamed, turning to storm down the stairs with the soft flesh of her body jiggling.
    Graham looked down the steps behind her and spotted LeLe standing at the foot, looking shell-shocked. She eyed Ms. Nunez’s naked body and then looked up at him standing there with a sheet barely wrapped around his nakedness. He saw the hurt in her eyes.
    Tylar stepped back outside the apartment and tossed the pile of clothing he carried down the stairs behind Ms. Nunez.
    â€œDog,” she spat.
    â€œSlut,” he countered without hesitation.
    Ms. Nunez disappeared around the staircase and soon the sound of her door slamming echoed.
    Tylar stormed back inside the apartment. That door slammed as well.
    LeLe turned and flew out the door.
    Graham knew he couldn’t follow her without clothes, and he wasn’t sure what he would say to her anyway. “Damn,” he swore, lightly banging his head against the wall before he finally entered the apartment.
    He was surprised to see his father picking up his keys and striding toward the door. “Dad, I’m sorry,” he said.
    Tylar looked surprised. “For what?”
    Graham’s face filled with confusion.
    â€œSon, there are women you screw, and women you marry,” he said. “Essie is a woman you screw and I got plenty of those. Now, if that was someone I was lining up to marry, then I’d woulda fucked you up—so don’t make that mistake. But with a trick like Essie, you did what a man supposed to do when a ho backs him in a corner.”
    Graham was now unsure. Is he hurt and hiding it?
    â€œNow, my date is waiting for me downstairs in her car,” Tylar said. “I just came back for the tickets I left.”
    Tylar stepped around him and opened the door. He stopped and looked back at him. “Did you wrap it up?” he asked.
    Graham nodded and clutched his sheet tighter in his fist. “Yes sir.”
    â€œGood.”
    And with that he was gone.

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    H e was too high to cum.
    â€œYou think I got all night to give you head,” she said in disgust, releasing his dick so forcefully that it vibrated back and forth like a diving board.
    He was glad for that. He wasn’t sure what this crazy bitch was going to do with it.
    â€œLet’s see what else your man-whore money bought you,” she said, the heels of her booties tapping against the hardwood floors.
    Having her roaming freely through his home—his