Spoiled Girl in the Rain

The zipper of the tent hissed shut behind us just as fat raindrops hammered the nylon like impatient fingers. My pulse was already racing from the way Mia brushed against me—her soaked tank top clinging to those full tits, nipples hard from the cold. God, I wanted her. Even after two years apart, the spoiled little rich girl who used to drive me crazy still had me by the balls.

"Jake, this tent is tiny," she complained, kicking off her muddy boots. "You totally planned this, didn't you? Typical."

I smirked, peeling off my wet shirt. "You begged to come on this hike, princess. Said you needed 'real adventure' instead of another five-star resort. Now you're whining about the tent?"

Mia tossed her damp hair, the motion making her breasts jiggle. She was twenty-four now, still petite but curved in all the right places—tight waist, that juicy ass I'd grabbed a thousand times before. Her green eyes flashed with that familiar mix of bratty entitlement and hidden heat.

"Fine, but I'm not sleeping in these wet shorts." She hooked her thumbs in the waistband and shoved them down, revealing a lacy black thong that barely covered her shaved pussy. My cock twitched hard in my boxers.

Before I could think, she was on me—small hands shoving my chest until I sat back on the sleeping bag. "Mia, what the—"

"Shut up, Jake. I didn't come out here for the scenery." Her voice was husky, demanding. She straddled my lap, grinding her barely-covered pussy against my growing bulge. "I missed this cock. Missed how you used to fuck the attitude right out of me."

Her mouth crashed into mine, hot and greedy. We kissed like we were starving—tongues sliding, teeth nipping, her fingers tangling in my hair while mine roamed her smooth back. Rain pounded louder, but all I heard was her soft whimpers vibrating against my lips. Her skin was fever-hot despite the chill, trembling every time my palms skimmed her sides.

I cupped her tits through the thin fabric, thumbs circling those stiff nipples until she arched and moaned into my mouth. "Fuck, they're even prettier than I remembered," I muttered between kisses.

"Touch me lower," she demanded, nipping my bottom lip. "Don't make me wait, you asshole."

I slid one hand down her flat stomach, fingers slipping under that tiny thong. Her pussy was already soaked, slick folds parting easily as I stroked her swollen clit. She shivered violently, hips bucking. "Yes... right there. Harder, Jake."

Our kisses turned sloppy, desperate. She kept one hand on my neck, the other yanking my boxers down so my thick cock sprang free, slapping against her thigh. The heat of her bare skin against my shaft made me groan. I rubbed two fingers along her dripping slit, teasing her entrance while our mouths stayed locked—tongues dancing, breaths mingling hot and fast.

Mia broke the kiss just enough to gasp, "Put it in me. Now." She rose on her knees, grabbed my cock, and sank down in one smooth motion. Her tight pussy stretched around my girth, wet walls gripping every inch. "Oh god... so big. Still so fucking big."

I gripped her firm ass, guiding her as she started riding me fast—almost no warm-up, just raw need. The tent filled with the wet sounds of her pussy sliding up and down my cock, skin slapping, her breathy moans. Rain drummed overhead like applause.

She leaned in, kissing me again—deep, open-mouthed kisses that tasted like rain and lust. My hands never left her body: one squeezing her ass cheek, the other sliding up to pinch a nipple, then back to caress her trembling thighs. Every shiver of her skin, every hitch in her breath, fed the fire.

"Faster, princess," I growled against her lips. "Show me how bad you need it."

Mia whimpered, bouncing harder, her clit grinding against my pelvis with each drop. Sweat beaded between her tits. I could feel her pussy fluttering, getting wetter. We kissed through it all—messy, needy kisses that only broke when she threw her head back and cried out.

"I'm gonna—Jake, I'm coming!" Her walls clamped down like a vice, pulsing around my cock as she shook in my lap. I held her tight, kissing her neck, her jaw, swallowing her moans while her orgasm ripped through her.

Before she could catch her breath, I flipped us. She landed on her back on the thin sleeping pad, legs spreading wide. I drove back inside her soaked pussy in one thrust, fucking her deep and steady now. The angle let me grind against her clit with every stroke. Our hands stayed busy—hers clutching my shoulders, mine stroking her flushed cheeks, tracing her lips, then down to squeeze her bouncing tits.

"Look at me," I whispered, slowing just enough to make her whine. We locked eyes, kissing softly between thrusts. Her spoiled pout had melted into pure bliss, lips swollen and parted.

"Don't stop... please, Jake. Fill me up." Her voice cracked with another building climax.

I picked up speed, hips snapping, the wet smack of our bodies echoing in the tiny tent. She came again, harder this time—back arching, nails digging into my back, pussy gushing around my cock. The sight and feel pushed me over. With a low groan I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her spasming pussy.

We collapsed together, breathing hard. I stayed inside her, softening slowly while rain eased to a gentle patter. I brushed damp strands of hair from her face, kissing her forehead, then her lips—slow, tender now.

"Still such a spoiled girl," I murmured against her mouth, smiling.

Mia gave a lazy laugh, legs wrapping around me. "Only for you. Don't you dare pull out yet... I like feeling you leak out of me." Her fingers traced lazy circles on my chest. "Think the rain will stop by morning?"

"Doesn't matter," I whispered, kissing her again, softer this time. "We're not going anywhere."