I thrust forward pushing through her ass a little easier than I had expected. A small something told me this wasn’t her first anal, but somehow that...only made me want her more. Something in me snapped, whatever human courtesies I had were gone, and I only saw a finish line I wanted, no, needed, to cross.I began moving in and out of Bella, her moans into my bed getting louder and I looked down to watch my cock move its way in and out of her rectum. I picked up my pace and was amazed as I felt. ‘Alistair, I…’ I looked into his eyes deeply, possibly for the first time, and suddenly felt like I was drowning in them. I bit my lip, tried to look away, and failed. When had those hazel eyes become so piercing, so mesmerizing? I shook my head as my traitorous mouth spilled the truth I wanted – no, needed – to hide. ‘I didn’t want to see you unhappy.’ I tried to stop myself, but there was too much pressure behind the words and the rest came rushing out. ‘I couldn’t stand to see that look on. “Say it,” he demanded as he fed her another few inches.“I won’t,” she acquiesced.“Not good enough,” he said, withdrawing.“No. Don’t take it out. I promise, I won’t tease again.”He slid back into her. “That’s right. Because you’re a whore who needs to be fucked. Aren’t you?”“Yes,” she agreed, greedily swallowing his length as he fed it into her.“Whores don’t get to play games, do they?”“No.””What are you?” he demanded, fucking her harder.“A whore,” she moaned. “I’m a cock hungry whore.”“And why. She began to curse;In a language she never learned;With the fiery passion;Of a woman spurnedShe tried to think of sports;To forget the pain;Different information;Seemed to fill her brain.She thought about her family;Danny's pedigree;Something had re-rooted;In the family tree.Her name wasn't Danny.It was Catalina;A coy little vixen;A saucy young Latina.She knew how to dance;In ways considered dirty;She knew when she drank;She became quite flirty.When she pictured the future;She saw a different.