Elvis was immediately handsy once you sat in the car. His mouth so close to yours as the driver started towards the airport. "Cant wait to get this dress off of ya baby girl.." Elvis says in your ear as he moves you to half way be laying on the seat one of his knee between your legs the dress bunched up, Elvis slide his fingers up your leg so slowly knowing the effect he had. "Please touch me" you plea. Your voice so breathy it was hard to understand, Elvis knew what you said though. His regard of the driver wasn't existent as he pressed his knee to you. You sharply inhale as you put your hands on his shoulders, Elvis pulls back and sits down with a large smirk. "Hey. That's mean" you say as you sit up and pull off your hair piece. He side eyes you and smirks The car stops and you immediately realize why he stopped.
As soon you got on the plane Elvis had you in the back on the bed. You knew then that you were not going to be sleeping soundly on this plane all the way to Florida. No. You would be screaming the name of your husband. "Do NOT rip the dress Elvis." You warn him, not knowing that was the last sentence of dominance you would have for a while, Elvis nods and is immediately pulling it off of you. His breathing ridged from being so madly turned on, he tosses your dress aside and grabs your wrist putting them over your head. "Keep em' there." He says, his voice surprised you, you've never heard him sound like..that. You dont know how to explain it. He's always been dominant just never..this dominant, it didn't sound like much but his voice leaking with venom and control made it feel different.
He grabs your thighs and squeezes them hard, his jaw clenches and unclenches as he looks over your body. You almost bear laying in gold lace underwear just for him, a matching bra. He looked at you as if you were prey...his prey, his next meal, which is what he planned. The way his eyes were on you was enough to make you tighten around nothing. He leaned down kissing at your neck, his sloppy kisses and nibbles eager, but he was not going to rushing any of this. He wanted to taste you anywhere, everywhere and now. He couldn't get enough of you. You wanted so bad to touch him, so bad to feel up his body, so bad to take that pink scarf off his neck, disobeying him you grab the scarf. Elvis shot up, before you could take it off he grabbed your wrist. "I told ya to keep 'em up." He said using other hand to grab your face. You gulp back at the abrupt motion. "I think it's best ya listen, then maybe you'll get what ya want, got it baby girl?" He's rough but gentle all in the same, it made you incredibly horny.
You tentatively nod, Elvis seems to not like that, his brows burrowed into a frown, his grip on your waist tightened. "I expect ya to speak..and address me correctly." He said, so calmly yet so full of dominance and control. "Yes, Mr.Presley" you say through a shaky breath. He seems to like that, so much so he grunted. His dick was so strained in his pant, but he still had no intention on moving fast. He let go of your face and set your hands back above your head. He traced the strap of your bra with his finger and unclipped it. He agonizingly pulled off your bra, he traced your arm to your beast and kneaded them slowly but roughly, he leaned down kissing your collar bone, down your breast valley trailing your stomach stopping right before where you needed him most. He pulls his hands away from your breast, sliding his hands down your body till he gets to your thighs. He wraps his arms around them and kisses your clit. You go to move your hands to his hair but stop, knowing if you were to touch him everything would stop.
He pressed his tongue against your clit making a moan fall from your mouth. "M-Mr.Presley" you moan as you roll your hips, Elvis grunts on your clit sending a shiver up your spine. "Say it again" he says, you look down at him to see him looking at you through his lashes, his bedroom eyes black with lust. "Mr.Presley" you moan again. Elvis shoves one of his fingers inside of you, curling it just in the right place.
"fuck..Mr.Presley.." your breath, you craved to touch him, to weave your fingers through his hair, to tug on his mutton chops. Elvis wanted your touch just as much as he wanted to fuck you, but he was restraining himself, knowing that if you were to touch him he'd have no self control.
He adds another finger, pumping them in and out faster, you couldn't handle it. Your hips press to him as cries fall from your mouth, grumbles of 'please' and 'fuck' fall repeatedly out of your mouth. Elvis was coming undone. He wasn't going to least long with how the pants were rubbing him. He stops and stands up drawing a whimper from you. "Aww baby girl..do ya want me?" He says with a fake pout. "Please Mr.Presley" you beg. Elvis growls and presses his crouch against you. He takes off his jacket and scarf, pushing down his pants and pulling out his dick. "You can touch me now" he says, your hands immediately fly to his chest, scratching lightly down his hairy chest.
He grunts and lines himself with your entrance thrusting into you, you let out a loud moan as you arch your back. Elvis pushes you down as he grunts, leaning down her runs his hands up your body grabbing your face. He kisses your ear and lifts his head up, his thrusts starting, he was rough and harsh, but gentle and loving.
You run your hands to his ass and squeeze, Elvis roughly tugs your lips to his as his thrust gain sloppy As you both near release. You scratch up his back most likely leaving marks. "Mr.p-presley..i-I'm close" you moan, Elvis places his hand around your throat and squeezes as he leans up. It was different but it was so hot. "Come for me Mrs.Presley.." he says as he squeezes your throat just a little harder, with that you came with a load moan. Elvis thrusted in you a little longer and came after you. "Oh, shit" he says dragging the oh and chuckling. "I love you, Mr Presley." You say putting your hand on his cheek. "Ohh, baby don't be callin me that when I'm still inside of ya" he chuckles again, pulling out and using the scarf to clean you up. He button ups his pants and smiles softly at you. "I love ya too Mrs.presley" he says leaning down and kissing you, you run your fingers on his arms feeling the slight muscle under your fingertips.
WOAH SEX! Anyway hope you like it, love you guys-Kai
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FanfictionA story and a relationship built off of sex, love always being as a second option to Presley, a fool he was. Y/n won't put up with what she's witnessed as a woman behind him with the Memphis mafia, and a woman who was under him during his unfaithful...
