A sure thing.

“From now on, it’s not a choice.” King explained, “You will return home to me every night, and you will sleep in my bed. Do you understand?”

Johanna honestly didn’t see that as a particularly high price to pay, but she didn’t like the idea of suddenly being the one who has to pay for sex. “Fine, King. Just fuck me already.”

King smiled, and grabbed Johanna, spinning so that she was facing away from him. Glad to finally be getting somewhere, Johanna reached spread her legs and leaned forward, bracing herself against the edge of the pool for what she hoped was a rough coupling.

She wasn’t disappointed. King penetrated her below the water and thrust, the **** of his motion powerful despite any possible water resistance. The juxtaposition between the burning heat of his hard cock and the cool water splashing against her torso delighted Johanna. The water quickly began to churn as King began in earnest, each thrust as violent and passionate as the first.

“Yes! Good! More! Fuck!” Johanna saw little need to stifle her cries of passion, and found as much of a rhythm with her voice as King had with his cock. Her vocal praise seemed to fuel King further, his cock reaching deeper and deeper, and his hand finding its way into her hair. His grip in her hair was strong but not overly painful, a pulling reminder of her position beneath him. Not that she minded being beneath him, not if it meant a constant stream of great sex.

“That’s it, whore,” He whispered, once her cries started to transition to the choked gasps signalling her impending climax, “Come for me, and then beg for my seed.”

“Fuck,” Johanna agreed, her pussy beginning to convulse in climax. That King already had a strong sense of her orgasmic tells was a good sign, as far as Johanna was concerned. If the price for getting the fucking she wanted was that he would fuck her like this more in the future, she was more than happy to pay it. “Your turn,” She gasped, her orgasm still rippling through her body, making even the relatively gentle splashes of the pool explode against her skin in electric pleasure. “Fill me up, King.”

“Not good enough,” He said, his thrusts now slow and deliberate in an attempt to delay the inevitable, “Beg.”

“Oh, please, King,” Johanna droned, sarcasm dripping from her voice, “Please fill me with your hot, manly ejaculate.”

“Bitch,” King exhaled in irritation, but alas, he was too close, and she was too hot, and he came anyway, squirting his orgasm into her still-twitching cunt. “Too good to beg, still?”

Johanna gave a dry chuckle as King released her hair and pulled out of her. “Hey, I was the one paying this time, and I got what I wanted.”

King scoffed at this, but couldn’t find room to argue. “As you will. I’ll have plenty of nights to get what I want, though.”

Johanna shivered in anticipation.