A Revenge Fuck Part 2

I paid the cabby when he dropped me off at the gazebo which was covered in snow, and waited. It was cold, and getting dark, but I didn't have to wait long. Soon enough, Derek pulled up to the curb and honked his horn. He was in a red SUV, not his, most likely a new girlfriends or one of my ex's, the scoundrel. I shrugged, "The bitches deserve it." He did not come out into the cold to open the door for me, I had to climb in. The scent of perfume wafted, and the musical selections in the center consul let me know in fact that it was a woman's ride, what a bastard!

"Thanks for the ride..." I said breaking the silence, "So how have you been?" I leaned over the center arm rest and smiled at him through my large shades.

"Oh... you know, you know." he said pulling out back into the traffic. "Alright." he reached over and gripped my leg, "Girl you looking' hot today, cant' wait to tear you up- you know I am good for it too, you know it."

I did know it, "So you keep telling me." I said. How I loathed him. Hate. My skin crawled as he touched me, but at the same time, my dick twitched under the tight thong. How can this be? I thought. I reached over in an attempt to dissolve my considering, and fill my mind with activity, I stroked his crotch through his loose pants.

"Ah yeah bitch you don't play." he scooted back in the seat to give me room.

Removing my sunglasses, I reached into his pants from the top and pulled his dark stiffening member out. It was thick and hot. It pulsed. It twitched. It was so much bigger than mine that it looked like something else all together. Without further consideration I bent over from my seat and took his dick into my mouth. "Mm..." I hummed as I did so, and licked the base. A musky odor filled my senses. He had worked out or something and had not showered yet, a pungent smell from his fuzzy nut hair told me so. I licked at it, gathering his curly black hairs with my tongue and pressing with my tongue, licking, caressing his heavy nut-sack. It was his turn to groan and to moan. His hips gyrated and his shifted in his seat to hold my head down on him with one hand while continuing to drive with the other.