Chapter 47: Chapter 47

Elara's POV

Tethering at the brink of release, I withdrew his dick just in time for his cum to splay over his car. The mirror, steering, chair… had it. But I wasn't done yet.

I reached between my legs and slipped off the thing he got for me and flung it to the back.

“Ah… What the fuck…” Matt groaned, his eyes widening at what I was about.

Moving over, I swung my legs over his laps, sitting astride him.

“Do everything to see that we got back safely.” I purred into his ears, biting softly his earlobe in the process.

“Ahhh…”

Then softly, I slipped my fingers beneath us and helped direct his dick to my wet core, ready to accommodate him. He slid in almost immediately as I started to ride him with my dress bunged up around my waist.

“Mmmm….” I moaned, throwing my head back, my eyes shut as I imagined fucking Davis.

“Jesus, Elara!” Matt roared.

I pressed his free hands to my breast and continued circulating his dick with my clit. Then thump… circulate, thrust, then thump.

“Arhhhh….”

“Ummmm…”

We shouted together, finding release at the same time. I held onto him firmly until the last throes of the wave hit me. I trembled violently against his now laced dick.

“Any more doubt?” I croaked finally, slanting my eyes open.

“After this experience? Hell no!”

Smiling, I started to get off him when something caught my attention. Even in the heights of ecstasy, I noticed some cars have been closely following us. Not directly behind ours, but I could tell since they seem to be taking every turn we took.

I noticed now because it had gone on for a while now.

About to get off so I could warn Matt, I felt him press more tightly against me, unwilling to let go.

The fool didn't even realize we were in danger and was still holding on to me.

I wondered if he was even keeping his eyes on the road since my back was turned against the main road.

“Matt, let go now.” I said, turning sideways to see if he still had grip of the steering and if his eyes were still fixed to the road.

“Matt!” I squealed in panic.

Right in front of us was a gray truck charging belligerently towards us.

There was no way he was going to miss. And the bastard…

Matt saw this, and because I happened to be astrides him at that moment, he opted to use me as his shield.

“Let go, Matt.” I yelled, struggling to free myself, but his grip pressed on tightly, causing me to wince in pain.

“Fuck!”

Then the explosion…

Everywhere went quiet for a minute.

I should be in hell, I thought. But there was no pain. Just darkness.

“Ah. Fucking asshole!” I heard someone rasping.

It sounded like Matt's voice.

Releasing a chortle, I felt glad that I wasn't the only one that made my way in hell after his effort to use me to protect himself.

“Elara, let go now. We're safe.” He hisses.

Unsure if it was in the devil's lake the voice came from, I held onto what I knew was holding me in place until I felt a tap on my arms.

“Elara, if you don't release my neck now, I will most probably die from suffocation, rather than an accident.” Matt hissed.

Determining that the voice sounded more surreal than in the shadows, I slanted my eyes open.

We were still in his car. In one piece.

Trembling, I got off him and saw that several people had gathered around.

Suddenly, the car knob started to twist and was being rammed. I raised my head to see Davis, panic stricken. Beside him was another man. Dark, formidable. He was the man who drove me back the night I went to the club.

Registering our undressed state, I tugged my breast in, and reached behind to tuck my things into my bag. Matt on the other hand had slipped his dick into his briefs and trousers. But his zipper remained crooked.

And then, his serum was all over…

Thank goodness his car was tinted.

I pressed the button to unlock the door and slipped outside, trying to hide my embarrassment.

“Oh, Miss? Are you okay?” People asked poking their heads out of their cars to confirm.

“Jesus Christ, Elara! What has gotten into you both, how could you not avoid the truck?” Davis yelled.

I shook violently, wondering what almost happened while I fucked Matt.

Davis ran his fingers down my body to ensure I was safe. Then, he charged around towards Matt's side of the car, threw it open and dragged his son out.

“Are you fucking blind?” He exploded.

Even Matt couldn't utter a single sound.

My eyes took notice of my environment, and I noticed the truck sitting crumpled with deflated tires and several holes bored into it. Then it slipped to Matt's car. Similar outcome.

I realized the car hadn't exactly stopped on its own, it had been stopped.

Meaning, I most likely would have been dead.

Davis phone bleeped, and he withdrew it, peering into it, then he looked at Matt icily.

“Really? You still send me a message now?” Davis asked Matt incredulously.

Horror stricken, I turned to Matt who seemed to be in as much shock as I was.

“It's programmed to send automatically.” He whispered, trying to explain.

Davis watched us in perplexity.

If the ground didn't open up that minute, I didn't know what I would do. Somehow, I hoped that I really had died.

“Let's get you to the hospital.” Davis said, ignoring the message.

I slumped forward in relief, hoping Matt would take the initiative and do the needful by deleting the video before Davis saw it.