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68’ Comeback Special… PART 3

Pairing: Elvis Presley x reader

Word Count: 15,340

Warning: 18+ fluff, drama, angst, SMUTSMUTSMUT. Virgin reader, oral(m and f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex, submissive elvis, swearing, pregnancy scare etc. typical Elvis stuff.

Authors notes: I’m really sorry for how long this last chapter is, but I wanted to make this finale chapter of this story JUICYYYY. Thank you all so much for loving this story. I hope you enjoy this one and I’ll definitely have more Elvis fanfics coming! Also probably some spelling errors, I was too lazy to go and fix ‘em. Side note: I’m aware that they didn’t have pregnancy tests the way we do back in the 60’s. It wasn’t made until the 70’s, but yeah lol 😂

Part one! Part two!

If I could hold you now, just for a moment, if I could really make you mine.

After a while you had eventually fallen asleep in Elvis’ arms that were still holding you tight, you moved around a bit, your eyes slowly opening, you felt so exhausted, your body kind of hurt. You yawned softly, reaching a hand up to rub over your sleepily eyes, you lifted your head up a bit to look up at Elvis who was still fast asleep, snoring softly. You smiled tiredly at him, and you were wondering what time it is, you didn’t feel like you slept that long, you knew you probably should be heading home soon, you turned over slowly in Elvis’ arms to look at the alarm clock that sat on the bedside table to your left, you did a double take when it said, 7:00AM. No way, no, no, I couldn’t have spent the entire night here. You knew your parents would be furious and that they were probably worried out of their minds about where you were and why you didn’t call if you weren’t coming home.

You slowly wiggled your way out of Elvis’ arms and you watched as he turned over to his side, still fast asleep and you climbed off the bed now in a complete panic, running over to grab your dress and your bra from off the floor, Elvis had tossed your panties off somewhere so you didn’t bother searching for them as you ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and trying to get yourself cleaned up and dressed. The sound of the bathroom door slamming nearly scared Elvis out of his sleep, he rolled over now to look at the clock, squinting his eyes that were hardly open, in a complete daze and he looked around for you, rubbing his hands over his eyes as he slowly sat up, calling out your name softly, “N/a? Baby?” Once you were dressed and looking like you didn’t spend half the day fucking Elvis Presley, you swung the door open, Elvis staring at you with a confused look on his face. You were so panicked you didn’t even realize he was awake; you were trying to find your headscarf that he took off and you looked around frantically for it.

Elvis still confused as to what was going on, his voice low and tired, his accent thicker. “B-Baby? Baby?” You still were in a frantic state can’t believing how irresponsible you were. “Goddammit, woman! Don’t ya hear me talkin’ to you?!” He yelled. You stopped dead in your tracks, the sound of his voice snapped you out of it, you looked over at him. “Oh, I-I’m sorry. I thought you were asleep…” You said softly. “I was until you were making all that damn noise. What’s going on, baby? Where are you going?” he asked. He sat himself up more now, leaning up against the headboard of his bed. “I’ve got to go home, Elvis. I didn’t mean to stay here overnight. My parents are probably going crazy right now. Especially since I didn’t even bother to call.” You said worriedly. Elvis let out a sigh, “Well, there’s a phone in the dressing room. Why don’t you just call them now tell ‘em you stayed at a friend’s house or something? Maybe they’ll understand and then you can stay a little longer.” He said tiredly.

You shook your head slowly, “You haven’t met my father, not very understanding.” You scoffed. “I have to go, I’m sorry.” As you spoke you spotted your headscarf underneath the bed and as you were bent down to grab it, Elvis had gotten out of the bed now and walked over to you, once you stood back up you smooth out your dress, turning towards him. He moved close to you, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you against him, he leaned down toward you, his nose brushing up against your own as he mumbled softly, “Please don’t go.” You placed your hands against his bare chest, curling your fingers gently between his chest hairs as you leaned into him, pressing a small kiss against his chin and then another on his lips. You didn’t want to go. You couldn’t handle how soft and adorable he was being right now. You could feel his arms holding onto tighter, you couldn’t help but lean into him even more, your head now resting against his chest, your arms wrapping around him now, hugging him close to you. He leaned down to press gently kisses to the top of your head.

You sighed happily, you liked this gentler side of him, but it also made you kind of sad because you sense the loneliness he felt just from the way he was reacting to you leaving, it made your feelings for him even stronger, you lifted your head up to look at him, peppering kisses along his jawline and you spoke softly, “I wish I didn’t have to go, honey. But if I don’t, I won’t hear the end of it. But I’ll leave my number and you can call me, and we can maybe plan to see each other again?” you said sweetly. You saw the sad look on his face and he nodded slowly, “Okay, baby.” He said as he sat back down on the bed. You hated to see him this way, but you were hoping he’d call and then the two of you can spend time together. You grabbed the note pad and pen that sat on his bedside table, leaving your phone number for him. You walked over to him, combing your fingers gently through his hair. “Will you call me, Elvis? I would like to see you again.” You muttered. He looked up at you with a small smile. “Of course, I’ll call you, baby.” he said softly, reaching over to take your hand in his as he stood back up. “C’mon, I’ll walk to the door.” He tugged your hand gently and you smiled as you followed behind him back into the dressing room.

You slipped on your flats that sat in there and then stood at the door with Elvis and he opened it just slightly for you, before leaning down again to give you another kiss with a smile, you returned his kiss and mumbled softly against them, “Please call me.” you didn’t know why you were so worried he wouldn’t call, but you couldn’t help but feel as if maybe this as a one-time thing for him and this is just something he does with all the girls. He nodded his head slowly, “I promise I will call you, trust me.” He said. You nodded with a small smile and then you said your goodbyes as you walked out of the room, his head peeking out the door as he watched you leave until you disappeared out of sight. He was sad that you couldn’t stay especially because he knew that for the rest of the day, he would be thinking about you, and it would be another long day for him while he did the rest of his special because he wouldn’t be able to get you out of his mind. He didn’t really understand why he felt this way and so strongly about you. But there was something about you that he just liked. Something calming and warm about you. Something that had been missing from his life.

You had finally made it home and you stood outside your front door, taking a deep breath before you walked inside and shutting the door behind you, hoping that your parents may still be asleep, but unfortunately that didn’t happen because as you were about to make your way upstairs, your father walked in. “Where have you been, N/a?! You do know that your mother and I were worried sick?” he said angrily. You didn’t even bother to turn around, you just sighed and apologized, but he continued. “You may be 20 years old now, but a phone call, N/a. That’s all we ask for if you don’t plan to come home.” He said sternly. “Okay, dad, it won’t happen again.” You said as you continued to make your way up to your room, closing the door behind you, leaning up against the door, your head tiled back against it. You were finally alone, and you let out a sigh of relief. You finally had a chance to think about everything that happened between you Elvis.

Just the thought of it all made you smile, the way he touched you, spoke to you, kissed you, held you, fucked you. You knew you wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it or him and you just hoped that he called as promised. You were exhausted, you walked over to your bed and just crashed right onto it, falling asleep as soon as you did.

TWO WEEKS LATER.

It had been two weeks since you had seen Elvis or heard from him. You had waited almost every day for his phone call that he had promised he make, but nothing. You were so distraught, confused, and a little angry. You felt used. How could I be such a fool? You didn’t know if you had done something wrong or if this was just a game he played with all girls. You couldn’t believe you gave your virginity to him. Fuck him. You had refused to come out of your room for days or even do anything, sometimes you spent your nights crying. Holding onto some small hope he’d call. On top of everything else…. Your period was late. Not only were you worried that he just ghosted you, but now you may possibly be pregnant. You idiot. You tried to convince yourself otherwise, maybe it was just late because of some other reason, it was too soon to jump to conclusions.

You’ve given up on the hope that he’d call, and later in the evening you were getting ready for bed and tonight felt like the first night that maybe you wouldn’t be crying over him, you hoped. As you made yourself comfortable in bed, the phone started ringing and it was picked up immediately. You assumed it was someone calling for your parents, but it was odd at this time of night. Then you heard your mother calling up to, “N/a?!” you stepped out of bed and walked over to the door, opening it a bit. “Yes, mom?” you responded. “There’s a man on the phone for you, why is he calling at this hour?” she said. You raised an eyebrow and you realized who it was and suddenly you could feel yourself becoming angry.

“I’ll take the call in my room, mom.” You said stone cold as you walked into your room almost slamming the door closed as you sat down on your bed and picked the phone up, placing over your hand over the speaker, shouting down to your mother. “I got it, hang up!” you placed the phone to your right ear, hearing the click sound as your mom hung up. You tried to keep it together now, you spoke softly, “Hello?” you said a bit annoyed. You could hear him breathing on the other end of the phone, as he spoke his words were a bit mumbled, “Hi, darlin’… How’s my girl?” You scoffed at his words, shaking your head and now you could feel yourself about to cry. “You have some nerve calling me, Elvis. I don’t want to speak to you.” you said angrily. He got quiet and then his words coming out in a nervous stutter, “W-Well, h-honey... What’s the problem? D-Don’t be that way.” You were livid now and hung the phone up on him. What’s the problem?? Was he serious? Almost 30 seconds after you hung up on him, he was calling back, you picked the phone up quickly, speaking right into the phone. “I said don’t want to speak to you!” You hung up on him again, huffing angrily and folding your arms over your chest.

Like clockwork he was calling right back, for the third time, you picked up the phone, hearing his voice “Honey, d-don’t hang u-“ before he could finish his sentence you were cutting him off, “If you don’t know what the problem is, then I am not speaking to you. Now stop calling me!” you slammed the phone down, hanging up on him again. You had thought he had finally gotten the point now, but once again he was calling back for the FOURTH time. Now before you even got a chance to answer the phone, your mother had answered again downstairs, you picked up the phone, listening in on the conversation quietly, shaking your head at his relentlessness. You overheard your mothers voice, “Who is this and why do you keep calling?” she asked. You hear Elvis respond tiredly, his words more mumbled, “Ma’am, m-my name is Elvis Presley. I just want to speak to your daughter if I can.” he said politely. “Elvis Presley? Is this joke?” she asked. You rolled your eyes as you continued to listen. “N-no, ma’am, I promise you. C-Can I speak to N/a, please?” You rolled your eyes again at his words. Then your mother put the phone down and called out to you again and you carefully put the phone on the hook, walking over to the door already aware of what she’s going to say.

“It’s that boy again, he’s claiming to be Elvis Presley. Will you talk to him so he can stop calling.” He said. “Alright, alright.” You said as you walked back into your room closing the door again, picking up the phone and hearing your mom hang up the other line, Elvis could hear the whole conversation between you and your mother, you could hear that hiccupping laugh of his. “Baby?” you heard Elvis say quietly on the other end. “Elvis, please stop calling me. It’s late and you’re making my parents mad.” You muttered quietly. “If you just let me, explain, honey…” he said. You sighed, fighting back tears. “Can we do this another time? I’ve got to get some sleep.” You said softly. You heard him sigh on the other end of the phone, “Alright, honey. Goodnight.” He said and then he hung up. You held the phone against your chest for a moment and then hung up the phone, climbing into bed and tears immediately streaming down your face. Another night of crying yourself to sleep. Wonderful.

Elvis was still staying at the studio for the special and they were almost finished with it, he had a few more rehearsals for ‘If I Can Dream’, a song that meant a lot to him and he knew the performance would be different than the others he had previously performed so far and he wanted you to be there. He knew he messed up by not calling you like he promised, but he just wanted a chance to explain and if you weren’t going to speak to him on the phone, he was going to find a way to talk to you in person. Everyone had left for the day, but he knew Steve would still be around trying to finesse his way around the Colonel’s annoying demands for a Christmas song at the end of the special, he left his dressing room looking for Steve in hopes that had everyone’s information who had participated as audience members, hoping he’d be able to find your address. He approached the editing both and saw Steve busy at work, he knocked gently on the door, Steve turning to face him, “Oh, hey, EP. What’s up?” He said tiredly. Elvis leaned up against the door frame. “Hey, I have a weird question… Did ya happen to get the information of the audiences that we had for the special? Like phone numbers or address, or somethin’.” He said, running his fingers through his hair, trying not to sound too weird.

Steve raised an eyebrow at Elvis’ question, a bit curious as why he wanted to know that. “Uh, yeah, for emergency purposes, why?” he questioned. Elvis cleared his throat a bit, “I-I... Uh… I’m trying to look for someone. Would I be able to take a quick look?” He muttered. Steve and pretty much everyone else knew about you and Elvis because he hadn’t left his dressing room at all after filming when you were there, and his mood had been off when you left. “Sure, EP.” He said, Steve slide across the room in his chair, searching through a drawer and then handing him a folder, before sliding his chair back over to where he was working. “I’ll need it back.” He muttered. Elvis nodded, “I’ll have someone bring it back when I’m done.” He turned around and headed back to his dressing room, sat down on the couch and began to flip through the folder that had a bunch of people’s names written down with their addresses and phone numbers beneath each name, he flipped through each page searching carefully for your name, when he finally found it, grabbed a piece of paper that laid on the coffee table in front of him and a pen and he began to quickly write down your address, planning to make the trip out to you tomorrow before he had to be back in time for the next rehearsal.

It was the next morning, and you woke up in a daze, rubbing your eyes, your face slightly puffy from the crying, you rolled over to check what time it was, and the alarm clock read, 8:30AM. You sighed softly to yourself and all you could think about was Elvis and if you had made a mistake not talking to him on the phone last night. But you were upset, especially at the fact that he acted as if he had no idea why you were upset. A small part of you hoped that he’d call again and that you didn’t screw things up completely last night, you closed your eyes for a moment, debating if you even wanted to get out of bed, your anxiety on high thinking about how you were going to find a way to figure out if you’re pregnant or not without anyone knowing. You heard a knock at the door from downstairs, your mother answering, you didn’t think much of it assuming it was one of the neighbors coming over to gossip with her.

Meanwhile downstairs when your mother had opened the door, it was Elvis Presley himself, standing on the porch, cigar hanging from his mouth, his Memphis mafia standing by his car and the two other cars that were lined up behind his as they looked on wondering what they were doing there. He was dressed in black suit, his shirt tucked into his pants, two buttons on his shirt undone so that small part of his chest was exposed, his suit jacket opened, wearing those famous glasses of his. Your mother was starstruck when she realized who it was in front of her, Elvis removed his glasses, and removed the cigar from his mouth, tossing it on the sidewalk behind him, “Hello, ma’am, I’m Elvis Presley.” He introduced himself as he she didn’t know who he was. Your mother fumbled over her words a bit, “I-I know who you are... Um, but why are you at my home?” she questioned. “I’m here to see your daughter, ma’am. Is she here?” he asked. Your mothers jaw must have been on the floor in this moment as her eyes widen, “Um, my daughter? Yes, she is. Why? How do you know her?” she had a million questions now. “We met yesterday at my special, ma’am. It’s important that I speak with her.” He said. “Uh... Alright, c-come in.” your mother said nervously completely in awe at the fact that Elvis was in her home, she led him into the foyer. “I’ll go and get her.” She said as she stepped out of the room and headed upstairs to your room, where you were still lying-in bed, staring off into a daze at one of your posters of Elvis on your wall.

She made her way upstairs to your bedroom, knocking gently at the door as she spoke softly, “N/a? N/a?” the sound of her voice snapped you out of your daze and you answered tiredly, “Yes? What is it?” She suddenly opened the door and made her way into your room, “Honey, get up. There’s someone here to see you.” She said frantically, still wondering how you knew each other and why he was here for you. You turned over to face her, and sat up slightly in your bed, raising an eyebrow. “Who??” you asked. “Elvis Presley!” she shouted excitedly. Your eyes widen at her words, suddenly you were in a panic. What the hell was he doing here? “Get up!” she exclaimed. “Was he the one calling last night?” She asked curiously, she was going to want more details later. You sighed, “Yes.” You responded a bit annoyed. “Well, hurry up he’s waiting downstairs for you in the foyer.” She said before leaving your room, shutting the door behind her, and heading back down to the foyer. “She’ll be right down.” She announced before heading into the living room.

You walked around the room nervously, a bunch of emotions stirring up in you, part of you was happy he was here but another part was angry and scared. Who the hell does he think he is? You were wondering how he knew where you lived and why did he come here? You didn’t have time to make yourself decent, so you fixed your hair as best as you could, throwing it up in a bun and you did your best to make your face look okay, you were dressed in a pink and white stripped pajama set, and didn’t know if you should change or not, so you didn’t even bother because you were upset with him and he didn’t deserve to see you all dressed up, you slipped on your house slippers, taking a deep breath before you opened the door and slowly headed downstairs. You could only assume your mother was somewhere near by trying to listen. As you made your way into the foyer your eyes caught him immediately and you let out a small gasp at the sight of him. He looked so handsome. Damn him. As soon as he saw you walk into the room, his face lit up and his eyes staring you up and down, as a grin formed on his lips at the sight of your pajamas, he thought you looked so cute. “Hey, honey.” He said softly. The words leaving his mouth like molasses, it almost made you forget you were upset with him, but you shook it off.

You looked around the house not sure where your mother was, speaking softly so she couldn’t hear, “What are you doing here, Elvis?!” you said in a hushed tone. “Well, you wouldn’t speak to me on the phone, so I figured I’d come see you.” He responded in the same hushed tone. You rolled your eyes a bit at him, looking around before grabbing a hold of his hand and quietly leading him up to your bedroom so you could speak in private, he followed behind you closely, a quiet chuckle leaving his lips. Once you both made it upstairs and into your room, you let go of his hand and shut the door gently, turning around to face him as you watched him closely, he looked around your room with a smirk, seeing different pictures of himself on the walls, “Cute.” He mumbled. You were embarrassed that he was seeing your room and all the pictures you’ve collected of him, you became flustered, snapping yourself out of it. “How did you find where I lived?” you asked. He turned his attention to you now. “I got the information from Steve Binder.” He shrugged. You scoffed at his words, “Elvis, do you understand why I didn’t want to speak to you? You never called me!” the tone of your voice still at a whisper. “You made me feel like a complete fool. Especially after everything that we did together… You took my virginity and then… That tape that we made... I felt used. Then you’re calling me your girl but can’t be bothered to pick up the phone to call me?? So now I’m confused.” You so badly wanted to scream the words; you may have also gotten me pregnant! But now was not the time for something that wasn’t certain.

You tried your best to fight back the tears that were pooling in your eyes, there were so many different reasons for you tears, but you knew he’d assume it was for him not calling and before you knew it the tears were already falling. He saw you start to cry, he immediately walked over to you, bringing his hands up to cup your face, brushing the tears away with the pads of his fingers, “Baby, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. That night meant everything to me. I was going to call, I swear. But with the special and the colonel down my neck about everything, it slipped my mind. But I had intended to call.” He pleaded. He knew that he could’ve picked up the phone at some point to call in between everything that was happening, but a part of him was confused about his feelings for you, you’ve only known each other for a day really, he did have a habit of falling hard sometimes, but it never really lasted too long because they never really wanted to be with him for him. But he felt you were different.

You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, wanting so badly to just pull away from him, not wanting him to think he could just get off this easy, but there was something sincere and gentle about him, you sniffled a bit as you looked up at him, there was a haunting question in the back of your mind though. I mean this was Elvis Presley, he hadn’t spoken to you in two weeks and there were girls always falling over him, you knew it was probably stupid to ask because he hadn’t really officially made you his, he just told you that you were, but you felt comfortable enough to ask and hoped his answer would be honest, “Were you with other girls?” you spoke softly, staring up at him. He was staring at you, his eyes felt like they were looking into your soul, he shook his head. “No, I wasn’t.” he said blankly. He pulled his hands away from your face now and he turned and walked over to your bed, sitting at the edge. Silence had completely fallen onto the room; you were afraid that you had said something wrong. You were staring at him, but he wasn’t looking at you, he was looking down and playing with one of the rings on his fingers.

You slowly walked over to him, sitting down beside him on your bed, reaching a hand up to run your fingers through his hair. “I’m sorry, I hope you don’t feel like I was accusing you of anything. I’ve just been so upset, then I felt like an idiot waiting around by the phone every day.” You said quietly. He finally lifted his head up to look at you, nodding slowly. “I know, I really am sorry. But it wasn’t because I was with anyone, truth be told… I just had a lot on my mind about you. I know this sounds crazy because we just met. But I feel this strong connection with you, something I haven’t felt in a while. I can’t explain it. But I would like to get to know you more.” He smiled at you and this moment you forgot about what you were even mad at him for because of how open and vulnerable he was being with you, you leaned up towards him, capturing his lips in a soft kiss, your fingers tangled in his hair as you brought your other hand up to rest against his cheek as you continued to kiss him. His arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to him as you kissed.

His tongue slipping past your lips and into your mouth as he deepened his kiss, the both of you holding on tighter to one another, now he was pulling you back to lay on the bed, his body hovering above you a bit, not breaking the kiss between the two of you, your bodies pressing up against each other’s as you continued to make out. He moved his left hand from around your waist and slowly glided it up your pajama shirt, his hand rubbing gently against your abdomen and slowly making its way up to your breasts, the coldness of his rings sending a shiver down your spine, you didn’t want him to stop touching you, but you reached down and grabbed a hold of his arm to stop him, pulling your lips from his but letting them linger close as you shook your head and whispered against his lips, “We can’t… My parents, Elvis.” He kissed your lips again and whispered back, “We won’t be too loud…” his kisses trailing down against your neck softly, he made it impossible to say no to him and you hated it, his lips soft lips against your skin felt heavenly, now he was unbuttoning your shirt and his kisses were moving further down your body, you bit down on your bottom lip as you felt his lips against your breasts, a small gasp escaping you.

He glanced up at you with a smirk when he heard the sound you made and he softly mumbled, his lips still pressed against your right breast, “Let me show you how sorry I am…” he smirked. You nodded your head slowly at his words. He continued to trail his kisses, you felt them along your abdomen it caused a tingling sensation that went through your body, now he was at your waist and he brought his hands up now to pull your pajama pants down, letting them slide down your legs and you kicked them off your feet, watching him closely as you propped yourself up on your elbows, he was leaving kisses along your panty line and along the fabric of your panties. You squirmed beneath him, you could feel yourself already becoming wet because he was so close to your pussy, placing his hands on your thighs, squeezing them gently as he kissed in between them, now he moved his hands up and hooked his fingers in the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs slowly, when they reached your ankles you kicked them off almost immediately, his hands placed back around your thighs as he spread your legs open wide, pulling you closer to him, your breathing already becoming heavy as you anticipated his mouth against you.

He could already see how wet you were becoming and he licked his lips at the very sight of you with a smirk, burying his face between your legs, you laid back against the bed now, your hands finding their way down to tangle into his perfectly styled hair, arching your back slightly as soon as you felt his tongue gliding between your wet folds, you let out a soft moan, you knew you were going to have to stay quiet because your parents were just downstairs, you gripped onto his hair a bit tight, he started to circle his tongue around your clit slowly, lapping his tongue against it and sucking on it gently, his eyes glancing up at you between those dark lashes of his. You had tilted your head back, whimpering and moaning as softly as you could, your toes already curling. He glided his right hand up to your breasts, cupping the right one in his hand and squeezing gently, his fingers brushing up against your nipple.

He pressed his tongue firmly up against your clit, moving it up and down in a circular motion before guiding his tongue down and slipping it inside of you, pumping his tongue in and out of you slowly. “Fucck… Elvis.” you whimpered out in a whisper, tugging at his hair harder and pushing his face further between your legs, moving your hips slowly to ride his tongue, you could feel his nose pressed up against your clit and that made your eyes roll back from the feeling of it and now you were riding his face, enjoying the friction his nose caused against your clit, he began to pump his tongue faster and deeper inside of you, his hand still squeezing breasts and playing with your nipples, his other hand squeezing your thigh. Your moans and whimpers were growing louder by the minute, and you knew if you didn’t stop your parents would hear, so you brought your left hand up to your mouth, covering it, your moans now muffled. You could already feel yourself getting close with the way Elvis was eating you out, your orgasm slowly building in the pit of your stomach, your legs becoming shaky as your feet curled more against the bed, your back arching more as the pleasure was building, his tongue hitting all the right spots. He was so good at this. Whatever he did to upset you was forgiven in this moment.

You removed your hand from your mouth, you tried your best to whisper between your moans, “E-Elvis… I’m gonna cum…” you whined. When he heard those words, he brought his hand back down to place on your thigh again, gripping both your thigh tight, he let out a soft groan against your pussy as he got his tongue as deep as he could inside you, that right there sent you over the edge, the vibration of his groan and how fucking deep his tongue was inside of you, you were practically yanking at his hair now, your hips bucking as your body tensed up and now you feel it, your orgasm coming to the surface and you gasped softly, chewing at your bottom lip to try to muffle the loud moan that escaped you as you came, riding out the high against Elvis’ face, breathing heavily as your body collapsed against the bed, trying to catch your breath, Elvis moving from between your legs now, chuckling to himself as he smirked at you, he was hovering above you now, pressing his lips against yours, tasting yourself on him. It was so hot. “Am I forgiven now?” he asked teasingly. You nodded your head slowly at his words a small, “Mmhm..” escaping your lips.

Now he was laying his head against your chest and wrapping his arm around your waist, nuzzling his face against you. You reached a hand down to tangle in his hair again that was now a mess, twirling your fingers between the strands, wrapping your arm around him as you both held each other. You began to wonder if anyone else saw this side of him. The gentle, cute, and vulnerable Elvis, who liked to be held. Or was it just you that he showed this side to. You loved demanding and dominating Elvis, but this side of him made him even more attractive. You were happy that you both worked through the issue, but you still had your own little problem to deal with the possibility of being pregnant, you cleared your throat a bit, trying not to think about it, “So, is the special almost finished?” you asked softly. He nodded slowly as he kept his head rested on your chest, “Yeah, we have one more segment of the show to film today, which I’m excited for ‘cause I’m singin’ a meaningful song. A song that has deep emotion to it.” He muttered. You loved how passionate he sounded about the music and the songs he sang; you’ve heard him speak before in interviews about his deep love for music.

“Oh? What’s the song?” you asked curiously, curling your fingers around strands of his hair. “If I Can Dream. After Dr. King was assassinated, Steve thought I should say something in the only way I know I can with music. So, they wrote this song for me to sing. It’s a beautiful song.” You held onto his every word as he spoke, smiling. “That’s wonderful, I can’t wait to see it when it airs on tv.” You say happily. He lifted his head up a bit to look at you, “I was hoping you come and see the performance, if you wanted.” He says. A big smile forming on your lips, and you nodded your head quickly, “I’d love to!” you exclaimed. “I was also hoping that afterwards you’d stay and maybe spend a few days with me?” he asked. “Oh? I don’t see why not. We may have to convince my parents, just so they aren’t worried about me.” You responded. Elvis sat up now and he chuckled softly, “That shouldn’t be problem, baby.” He said as he stood up from the bed now, soothing out his suit and walking over to your vanity to fix his hair, you chewed on your bottom lip as you watched him. “How about you start packin’ a bag and get dressed. I’ll go down and see if I can get them to agree.” He said with a smile. You rolled your eyes at him, because he was so confident in his ability to smooth talk people into getting his way. “Mm, okay, Elvis.” You said teasingly as you stood up now, buttoning your shirt back up and slipping your panties back on and kissing his cheek gently.

He smiled and headed out of your bedroom, shutting the door behind him as headed downstairs to find your parents and talk them into letting you stay with him for a few days. You had a mini panic attack now, a million thoughts going through your head now, because you had plans of getting a test at some point and now if you’ll be with him for a few days, he’ll always be lingering around. You had to come up with a plan to be able to take a test without him knowing. Of course, if the test came back positive, you’d plan to tell him, but if it’s nothing there would be no point in even worrying him. Your best chance at sneaking away would be during his rehearsal before the actual performance started. You took slow deep breaths calming yourself down, you could hear Elvis’ voice ringing out from downstairs, hard at work trying to convince your parents in letting you go with him, you shook your head with a small laugh, heading into the bathroom to get yourself all cleaned up and ready, once you were finished, you got dressed, putting on a pair of high waisted yellow pants that were tapered and cropped at the ankle, then a matching checkered yellow and black long-sleeved top that you tied just below your breasts, your abdomen showing, slipping on pair of yellow flats to complete the look, leaving your hair down. It was a very mod look. You grabbed an overnight bag and began to pack some of your things, double checking that you had everything you needed and then zipping up the bag and heading out of your room, closing the door behind you.

You slowly made your way downstairs, you could hear the conversation between Elvis and your father now, Elvis assuring him that you would be safe and be looked after if he had business to attend to. Your father sounded a bit skeptical, but he’s never liked Elvis Presley and he’s heard the stories like everyone else, but Elvis presented as the very polite southern boy and just like he had told you, he had convinced them, rolling your eyes playfully as you reached the bottom of the steps, slowly walking into the foyer where they were speaking, you immediately caught Elvis’ attention with the outfit you were wearing, he smiled trying to keep himself composed in front of your parents, he cleared his throat walking over to you and taking your bag in his left hand, “Your parents said that it would be alright for you to stay with me, we should get going.” He said with a nod before reaching his right hand out to your father to shake his hand, “Thank you, sir. I’ll take care of N/a, I promise.” He smiled and then nodded at your mother. “Ma’am.” He said politely. You said your goodbyes to your mother and father and told them you’d see them in a few days, turning to the door and heading out with Elvis, your father shutting the door behind the two of you.

Elvis wrapped his right hand around your abdomen, brushing his thumb against your bare skin as you both walked to his car, which looked ridiculously expensive, the members of his Memphis mafia still waiting not shocked at all that his little detour was for a girl, Elvis glanced down at you with a smirk, “You look good in that outfit, honey.” He hummed and you blushed a bit, “Thank you.” You said and as you approached the car he handed your bag to Joe who placed it in the truck of the car, Lamar getting back into the driver’s seat, Elvis opening the door to the backseat for you and you climbed inside and he followed right behind you, scooting over next to you, Joe shut the door once you were both inside and sat up front with Lamar, the rest of the guys followed suit in their cars. Elvis wrapped his arm around you, putting his sunglasses on and lighting up one of his cigars, you couldn’t help but stare at him, studying every part of him, leaning into him, and resting your head against him. You were excited that you were going to be spending so much time with him and getting to know each other better.

You stared out the window as you all were making the drive back to the studio and your mind couldn’t help but wander, thinking about the pregnancy situation and what you were going to do if the test was positive. How were you going to tell him? Was he even ready to have a child? Were you? You were only 20 years old, and he was 33. You haven’t even got to experience life that much yet and now you may be pregnant. You suddenly were pulled away from your thoughts when you felt Elvis kissing your cheek. “You okay, baby?” he asks sweetly. You turned to look up at him and you forced a smile as you nodded, “Of course, honey.” You placed your hand on his thigh, rubbing it gently. You eventually made it back to the studio and Elvis stepped out the car, reaching his hand to you to help you out, and he shut the door behind you, grabbing your bag from the trunk.

He told the guys to let Steve know he was back and that he’d be ready for rehearsal soon, he took your hand in his and walked inside, leading you backstage to the dressing room that you were all too familiar with now, but it was looking a bit different now, his things were packed into boxes because he was in the process of moving back into his house in LA since they were almost finished with the special. Elvis sat your bag down and you walked over to the couch, sitting down. “I’ve gotta go get ready for rehearsal, baby. But if you need anything don’t hesitate to ask anyone.” He said. You nodded your head at his words, “Okay, Elvis.” You hummed with a smile as you watched him exit the room.

As soon as he left you grabbed your purse and headed out of the room, you thought now would be a perfect time to maybe run down to the nearest drug store and buy a test. But you knew that if you left one Elvis’ guys would be coming with you, so you walked around looking for the only guy that you really knew and that was Jerry, you spotted him walking down the hall and you ran down the hall to catch up with him, “Jerry!” you yelled and he stopped and turned around to see it was you and he smiled, once you finally caught up with him, you were trying to catch your breath. “Is everything okay?” he asked as he chuckled. Nearly breathless, you nodded, “Oh, yeah, yeah, totally okay. I was wondering if you’d take me to the drug store that’s a couple of blocks down, I didn’t know who else to ask and Elvis told me if I needed anything to ask someone.” You said with a smile.

Jerry nodded, “Yeah, no problem, N/a. Let me grab the keys to the car and we can go.” He smiled. You watched as he headed into a room and you waited for him, things between Elvis and Jerry seemed to be okay after the last encounter you saw between them. Jerry emerged from the room keys in hand, “Let’s go.” he said, and he led the way toward the exit of the building, you are following close behind, you could overhear a bit of Elvis’ rehearsal for the song ‘If I Can Dream’ and just from what you heard sounded amazing. Once you were outside, Jerry walked over to one of Elvis’ cars, opening the door for you, you got inside the car, placing your purse in your lap, he shut the door and got in on the driver’s side, he began to drive.

“So, how long have you worked for Elvis?” you asked trying to make conversation. “A few years now, give or take.” he said with a smile. “Do you like it?” you asked curiously. “Well, yeah, it has its moments, but overall, I love Elvis and he’s a great guy.” He nodded. You could help but assume the moments he was talking about was the outburst Elvis sometimes had. “That’s good.” You responded and you looked out the window as you both pulled up in front of the drug store. “I’ll wait here.” Jerry said, and that was a big relief as you stepped out the car and headed inside, trying to be as normal as possible, you grabbed a fashion magazine and a candy bar to make it seem like you came in just for those things, then you headed up to the counter, placing the magazine and candy bar on it, nervous as ever as you spoke to the man behind the counter, “Um, could I have two pregnancy tests, please.” You said in almost a whisper. You felt so embarrassed and felt like the shop owner was judging you even though he couldn’t have a care in the world as he grabbed two of them and ringing up everything for you. “6 bucks.” He said nonchalantly. You grabbed the two tests and shoved them into your purse quickly, as you took some cash out and paid the man, grabbing your other things and quickly making your exit. As you approached the car again you calmed yourself down before getting back inside. “That was fast.” Jerry said. “Oh, yeah, I just wanted to get the latest fashion magazine and some candy.” You said with a nervous smile. He nodded and began to drive back to the studio.

Once you were back at the studio, you thanked Jerry and then headed back to Elvis’ dressing room, you knew it’d be some time before the actual show started, so you decided to take the tests now, just to rip the band aid off and get it over with, so you headed into the bathroom, your nerves taking over again as you took both tests and once you were done you sat them on the counter, it would be about five minutes before it gave you the result, so you checked the time and then waited impatiently, the five minutes feeling like the longest five minutes of your entire life, pacing back and forth, checking the time again seeing you had a minute left, staring at the tests knowing that things could go either way for you depending on the results, now you could see a line forming on both of them, one straight line meant it was negative and two lines were positive, so you watched closely as one straight line formed on the first one, relief completely washed over you, but you checked the second just to be sure because these things weren’t always correct the first time, when you saw the second also had one straight line, you felt like you could cry of happiness. You were so happy because now you didn’t even have to tell Elvis anything or your parents. You would love to have children someday, but this wasn’t the way you wanted it to happen, especially because you and Elvis hadn’t made anything official, and you didn’t know his thoughts on having kids or if that was something even wanted with his lifestyle.

You felt so much better and at ease now and didn’t feel like you were harboring a secret anymore, you threw the tests into the trash can and headed out of the bathroom, grabbing the candy bar you bought, unwrapping it and taking a small bite happily. You heard a knock at the door and you went to answer it, it was Jerry again, letting you know that the show was going to be starting soon and that Elvis had wanted you to sit with the rest of them in the editing booth upstairs to get a better view of the show, you took another bite of your candy bar and sat it down on the table before following Jerry upstairs now. You were so excited to this performance that Elvis felt so passionate about and as you were walking through the halls, you could hear the colonel yelling about a Christmas song and how Elvis supposed to be singing that instead, you watched as everyone just ignored him because they knew Steve’s plan already was set in motion. Once you got upstairs, you slowly walked into the room where the rest Elvis’ friends were along with Steve Binder, you looked out to the stage where you saw Elvis standing in front a huge neon sign that said his name, he was dressed in an all-white suit, handsome as ever, you were amazed and he hadn’t even started singing yet.

You took a seat next to Steve, watching Elvis and in awe of him and then you hear Steve speaking to someone through a speaker and telling them they’re ready, you hear the music start to play and the cameras getting into place, then you heard that amazing voice of his ringing out throughout the whole studio, everyone was silent watching this breathtaking performance, you could not only feel the emotion as he sang you could see it, it brought tears to your eyes watching him in his element, so beautiful, so graceful. The feelings you had for him intensifying in that moment, everyone was in complete shock, the smiles on everyone faces showed how proud they were of him and the special overall. You watched as the show came to close and Elvis walking off the stage and to his dressing room, you immediately got up from your seat to go down to see him, when you saw him in walking into his dressing room, you ran inside wanting to tell him how great he was an when you approached him, he was sitting down and you could see the tears streaming down his face and you hugged him almost immediately, he took you into his embraced, hugging your waist, his head resting against your abdomen, holding onto tightly as he cried, you leaned down to kiss the top of his head, you whispered to him softly, “That was amazing, Elvis. Truly amazing.” He looked up at you with a smile, wiping the tears from his face. “Thank you, baby.” He says in a soft tone.

Suddenly the door to the dressing room burst opened and it was all the guys coming to congratulate him and he quickly pulled back from you, wiping his face and standing up, clearing his throat a bit, and acting as if nothing happened, you watched how quickly his soft demeaner changed and was acting like one of the guys now. You quietly looked on with a smile as they hugged him and joked around, praising his performance. They started talking about a party they were going to after the show to celebrate, they convinced Elvis to go and he shoo them out now, shutting the door behind them. He turned his attention back to you, “How’s a party sound tonight, little one?” he smiled. “Sounds like it’ll be fun! I’ll have to change.” You exclaimed. You grabbed your overnight bag and opened it, looking at the different choices you brought. Elvis smiled and came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing small kisses against your cheek, mumbling softly, “I hope you’ll be wearing something special for me.” He smirked. You stopped for a moment and placed your hands over his and giggled softly, “I’ll see what I can come up with then. You should go get cleaned up and changed yourself. God knows how long you’ll spend on your hair.” You teased with a giggle. He chuckled softly and placing another kiss onto your cheek before pulling away and heading into the bedroom part of his dressing room and into the bathroom, you could hear him turning on the shower. It didn’t even cross your mind that you had thrown those pregnancy tests in the bathroom and never took the trash out.

While Elvis was in the bathroom you finally found an outfit you liked and one you knew he would like, it was a white turtleneck top with a plaid miniskirt and pair of lace-up white go go boots to match. You undressed and placed your other clothes back in your bag and then you began to put on your new outfit that was for the party, once you were dressed you went over to the mirror in the dressing room, touching up your make up a bit and adding some red lipstick and pair of earrings. You decided to keep your hair down, brushing it a bit as you heard Elvis turn the shower off, you were excited for him to see your outfit, especially because you decided to not wear any panties. Elvis got out of the shower and put on his robe, as he was grabbing a towel to dry his hair he happened to glance down at the small trashcan, completely stopped in his tracks when he realized what he was looking at and he set the towel down and reached down to grab one of the tests that said negative, he was utterly confused and wasn’t sure if it was yours or maybe someone else had been in his dressing room.

Meanwhile you were brushing your hair and humming to yourself happily as you hear the bathroom door open, Elvis emerging from the bedroom. “N/A?” he said quite serious. You turned to face him and then when you saw what was in his hands, the smile had dropped from your face and you felt your heart drop into your stomach, not knowing what to say. Dammit, why didn’t I get rid of them. You were quiet now. “Is this yours? Don’t lie to me, honey.” He said sternly. You felt like you couldn’t speak and now he was staring at you, waiting for you to answer him. “I-I… Um… Yes…” you said hesitantly. You couldn’t tell if he was upset that you didn’t tell him or upset that it was negative, or both. “You thought you were pregnant and didn’t think to tell me? Why?” he asked. “I-I didn’t think it was important to tell you if it was negative…. If it was positive of course I would’ve told you. But I was freaking out. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to scare you.” You began to ramble on nervously, but you noticed he seemed to be slightly disappointed, as if he was hoping it was positive. “I would’ve liked to have known either way, no matter the outcome I would be here for you. You also can’t just leave something like this around. Anyone could come in here and then that’s how rumors start.” He stated.

You nodded your head slowly at his words, he sat the test down and made his way over to you, taking you into his arms, hugging you, you lifted your arms up to wrap around his waist, holding him tight, a bit relieved that he wasn’t angry with you, but you couldn’t help but feel like he was disappointed. Did he want kids? Elvis wouldn’t admit this to you in this moment, but he was a bit disappointed, it’s not the most responsible way to have a child, but he had thought about having children, he wanted them someday, especially because it was something his mother had wanted for him along with marriage. He just never found someone to have those things with yet. “I’m not upset with you; I hope you know. I just would like for you to be honest with me about things. I want you to feel like you can trust me and come to me about anything.” He said as he pulled back from you now. “I know, I’m sorry for not telling you. It won’t happen again.” You uttered softly. “Now… Let me get a good look at my girl.” He took your hands into his and stepped back now, looking you up and down with a grin. “Hot damn.” He said with a small chuckle. “You look amazing, baby.” He said happily. “Thank you.” You giggled and you pulled your hands back and were gently pushing him toward the bedroom. “Now you’ve gotta get dressed. We don’t want to be late for the party.” you said playfully.

“Alright, alright.” He laughed and turning around, heading back into the bedroom to get changed, you took a seat on the couch, crossing your legs as you waited for him, his mind was still on the pregnancy test and if it had been positive, yes, he’s only known you for a few weeks, but he’d be excited about having a child, especially with it being with you because he already had such strong feelings for you. He had decided on a causal outfit, he wore a black dress shirt, with a pair of black pants, which his shirt was tucked into pants, he tied the outfit together with his metal concho belt that was a bit flashy, but it was the usual flair Elvis loved, then he put one of his necklaces on and a few rings on his fingers, and his black ankle boots, he styled his hair back and left it loose in the front where some of it fell right above his brow bone, once he was ready he came walking out with a smile. “How do I look?” he exclaims happily. Your eyes lit up at the sight of him, he looked so handsome, but that was a given he literally looked good in everything, you loved the way he always kept a few buttons undone on his shirts, your eyes staring at his chest, biting down on your bottom lip, then snapping yourself out of it. “Handsome as always” you say as you got up from the couch and moved toward him, kissing his cheek gently, he took your hand into his intertwining your fingers together, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a small kiss against the back of your hand.

You smiled at him and quickly grabbed your purse as he opened the door and began to lead the way out, the both of you walking hand and hand outside to one of his Cadillacs, he opened the passenger door for you and you climbed into the fancy car, he closed the door, and you watched as he got in on the driver’s side. You began the journey to the house party up in the Hollywood hills, it was a bit of a drive, and you were excited, but also nervous because you’ve never been to something like this. You knew you’d be seeing a whole new side to Elvis’ world. As he drove, he reached over to rest his hand on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze as he glanced over at you with a smirk. His very touch drove you crazy especially when he touched your thighs. “Mm.. You look amazing in that outfit.” He hummed. You could feel his hand slowly inching up your mini skirt, you smirked to yourself, his hand just inches from your pussy, he raised an eyebrow as he glanced over at you and then back at the road, “No panties? Fuck… You’re askin’ it for it tonight, huh?” he laughed softly. “Maybe…. You had such an amazing performance I’d figured I could reward you…” you teased. “Oh, how else do you plan on rewarding me, baby?” he said playfully.

You smirked as you looked down toward his pants and you could already tell he was getting hard, you reached over now placing your hand over his bulge, rubbing your hand up against it slowly, he let out a soft groan as he glanced down at your hand and then back at the road, “Oh, fuck… Are you trying to make us crash, woman?” he laughed. You grinned and now you pulled his hand away from your thigh and you sat up now on your knees and turning to face him, you were happy that his car had tinted windows, you reached your hands over to his pants, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, reaching your hand inside his pants to pull his cock out, which was now fully hard. He was doing his best now to pay attention to the road, but you were making it very difficult. “The best kind of reward.” he said with a smirk. You brought your hand up to your mouth spitting onto it and then wrapping it around his cock, pumping it slowly, and he began to groan softly. You loved being able to make those noises come out of his mouth.

You leaned down now so your face was in his lap, your back arched and your ass in the air, since you were wearing a mini skirt, your bare ass was peeking out of it, you brushed your hair behind your ears and then took his cock back in your hand, you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precum and then dragged your tongue up and down along the base of his cock. “Goddamn…” he mumbled out between his groans. You now wrapped your lips around his cock, taking him slowly into your mouth and you started to bob your head up and down on it, your hand now placed firmly at the base as you took his cock deeper into your mouth, letting him hit the back of your throat, you gagged softly, pulling him out and wrapping your hand around his now spit covered cock, pumping him in your hand once more before forcing him back into your mouth, bobbing your head faster. “Shit… N/A… Just like that, baby.” He moaned softly, trying his best focus on the road, he was driving a bit erratic now.

He kept his left hand on the steering wheel and reached his right arm to place his hand on your bare ass, rubbing it gently before giving it a few hard slaps, you yelped softly around his cock, you feel the wetness pooling between your legs as he spanked you, each slap becoming hard and then he rubbed his hand over the area he slapped, gripping your ass tightly in his hands, you moaned out around his cock, taking him deep again as you wiggled your ass against his hand playfully. This time when took him deep he moved his hand from your ass down to your hair, grabbing a hand full and now guiding your head and forcing you to take him deep, when he hit the back of your throat he held you there for a moment, the sounds of your gagging growing louder within the car, your eyes watering. “Fucckkk… there you go. I want to hear you gagging on that cock, mama” he said under his heavy groans, pulling your head up roughly to let you catch your breath.

Your face was a mess now with your own spit and your red lipstick slightly smear, Elvis’ cock was now also stained with your lipstick, before you could have another moment to breath, he was pushing your head back down on his cock, fucking your throat now. His groans now turning into louder moans, his eyes wanting to roll back but he knew he had to keep his eyes on the road. “Godddamn, you’re gonna make me cum…” he whined. He held your head down again, his cock deep in your throat, causing you to gag louder, spit pooling from the sides of your mouth, you felt his hips bucking, you knew he was about to blow his load into your throat, you heard him now between his moans and soft whines, “Fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, baby…” he gripped tighter on your hair and you felt his warm cum hit the back of your throat, the car slightly swerving as he did, you swallowed all of it and he now he was pulling your head back up, his cock popping out of your mouth, you let out a loud gasp catching your breath, smirking at him as you watched the expression his face.

You licked your lips slowly and let out a soft giggle, his cock was a mess now covered in your saliva and lipstick stained, he tucked his cock back into his pants, you helped button them back up for him, fixing his belt, leaned over to press a quick kiss to your messy lips, he mumbled softly, “Thank you, baby.” He smirked. “You’re very welcome.” You grinned and turned back in your seat, sitting back down again, wincing softly as you did because of how hard Elvis had spanked you, smoothing out your skirt and reaching into your purse for your mirror and lipstick, grabbing a tissue out to wipe your face a bit as you fixed yourself up again, you both had finally arrived at the party, Elvis parking the car along with the rest of the cars that lined up the driveway.

As you continued to fix your makeup and your hair, you glanced over at Elvis with a smile as he was readjusting his pants, muttering softly as you reapplied your lipstick, “So, who’s house is this?” you asked curiously. “I don’t know some guy that was working on the special, I haven’t really formally met him.” he says before stepping out of the car and lighting a cigar, you nodded slowly and finished up, throwing your lipstick and mirror back into your purse and then stepping out of the car, fixing your outfit and running over to where Elvis was standing, smiling up at him as he smoked, he held the cigar between his fingers as he leaned over to kiss your cheek gently, taking your hand into his as you two began to walk up the driveway, you intertwined your fingers with his. You were kinda of nervous because all of Elvis’ close friends were here and you were going to be formally meeting them now and you weren’t sure how he was going to introduce you because you two haven’t put a label on what you have.

As you both approached the front door, it already open and the two of you walked inside and you were in awe of how big the house and the amount of people, a few entertainers, actors, Elvis’ Memphis mafia and their wives and then a few other girls that were just invited. The moment Elvis walked in the attention was turned to him and everyone was congratulating him and yelling his name. You can tell he loved every minute of it as you watched him with a smile, him trying to be as humble as possible, this was all new to you still, so you stayed quiet, clinging to Elvis until he decided to introduce you to everyone, pulling away from you slightly, “I’d like for you all to meet my girl. C’mon, honey, give us a little spin.” You could feel your face becoming red from how everyone was looking at you and Elvis wanting you to spin for them, you wish he hadn’t done that. Now you were spinning around awkwardly for them, Elvis now placing his cigar between his lips and clapping which caused everyone else to join in. “Boy, she’s beautiful, ain’t she?” he said with chuckle. You rolled your eyes a bit at his comment, hoping no one saw and you just smiled at everyone, noticing that Elvis was starting to act different.

“Thank you, everyone. Enjoy yourselves.” He said with a smile, grabbing a hold of your hand again and leading you away into another room where some of the wives were, Elvis turning to you and kissing your cheek. “Make yourself comfortable, darlin’. I’m just going to go talk to a few people.” You nodded your head slowly at his words, a little disappointed because you wanted to spend time with just him at his party as he walked away you made yourself comfortable on the couch with a few of the other women, who were much older than you, but they had no issues making you feel Included in their conversation. Elvis had ventured off into the house, talking to some of the guys and some of the friends he had made in Hollywood, a few girls were also making conversation with him, being a little too touchy and flirty, but Elvis being Elvis didn’t resist it. After while you excused yourself to go see where he went off to because you thought he’d be back and spend time with you like he wanted.

You walked around the house a bit searching for him, then you heard his contagious hiccupping laugh, and you smiled as you walked a bit quicker toward the sound, but when you saw him that smile suddenly disappeared when you saw the two women around him, them flirting with him and him flirting back, you suddenly felt yourself getting upset and a bit jealous. He’s here with me. Why is he doing this? You stormed off, doing your best to not make a scene and cry in front of these people, so you went to the bar and even though you weren’t old enough to drink, they still serviced you anyway, asking for a rum and coke, drinking it down, gagging quietly at the taste of the rum, but asking for another. Fuck Elvis.

You were now four rum and cokes deep and feeling a bit tipsy, suddenly you heard a familiar voice behind you, “N/a?” You turned around to see it was Jerry and you had the biggest smile plastered on your face, giving him a hug. “Jerry!” you exclaimed.

He returned the hug and then pulled back a bit, “Whoa, someone’s been drinking, huh? Are you even older enough to drink?” he laughed. You shrugged your shoulders a bit, “They didn’t ask for an ID.” you giggled and then you got an idea, it was a stupid idea but were too tipsy to even give it another thought, if Elvis was going to do what he wanted, so would you. You grabbed a hold of Jerry’s hand and leading him over to a couple of empty chairs by the bar, you sat down on one and patted the other for him, he laughed and sat down with you. “I think we may have to cut you off, N/A.” he chuckled. You reached over to rest your hand over Jerry’s and gently brushing your fingers against his hand. “Don’t be a party pooper, Jerry.” You say playfully. He raised an eyebrow, pulling his hand away, Elvis was only in the other room and if he saw you touching up on his friend, he would lose his mind, Jerry tried to be as polite as possible because it was pretty obvious you were drunk, but then you started grazing your leg up against his with a smile, placing your hand on his thigh and very obviously flirting with him. “You’re very handsome and sweet Jerry, unlike someone we know.” You say in a singsong voice, laughing. Jerry nodded his head a bit, “Thank you, maybe we should get you some water.” He suggested a bit concerned now.

Now you were getting up and wrapping your arms around him and by this point Elvis was walking into the room because he was heading back to where you were until he spotted you at the bar with Jerry, your arms around him and Jerry trying his best to sit you back down, in that moment Elvis was enraged, his jaw clenched, and he quickly walked over to you, grabbing you by the arm roughly and yanking you back from Jerry, you yelped softly and looking over to see it was Elvis. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” he yelled and now the room fell silent, and everyone’s eyes were on the two of you, you tried yanking your arm away from him. “I’m just doing what you do! Now let go of me!” you yelled back. Elvis began to realize everyone was staring and he let go of your arm and you then ran upstairs to one of the bedrooms, slamming the door shut and locking it, you burst into tears. You fucking idiot. This was not like you, the drinking, embarrassing yourself the way you just did, but it was because of Elvis and how crazy he made you feel, you sat down on the bed crying softly, wanting nothing more than to leave now.

Meanwhile Elvis was downstairs doing his best to apologize and excusing himself as he went upstairs now, he was still pissed and embarrassed about the drunken display you put on downstairs, he approached the door of the bedroom you were in, trying to open it but then realizing it was locked so he began to bang on it now, you gasped because it scared you, but you ignored him, staying quiet. “Open this damn door, woman.” You heard him shout. You still said nothing and the banging on the door only grew louder. “N/A, if you don’t open this door, by god I’ll kick it down.” He barked. You slowly got up from the bed, wiping your tears away as you slowly approached the door, unlocking it and opening it slowly and then he suddenly burst into the door, you stumbled back a bit as the door slammed shut behind him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Embarrassing me like that by being all over Jerry!” he shouted. You furrowed your brow a bit at him, he had some nerve to be upset. “I embarrassed you, Elvis?! I saw you with those two girls flirting them!” you screamed. “Those girls mean nothing to me! I was just being nice is all.” He argued back. “HA, nice? Well, I guess I was just being nice with Jerry! You brought me here to this party and then you weren’t even paying me any mind!” you yelled. “You practically were trying to fuck Jerry in front of everyone like some slut!” he hollered. Your eyes widen at his words, and you brought your hand up and slapped him. “Fuck you, Elvis!” you shouted.

He was in shock and let out a soft chuckle as he nodded his head, “Mm.. Mhmm.” he uttered softly and then he grabbed you pushed you up against the wall, his body pressed up against yours, you yelped softly and squirmed underneath his grip, “Let me go!” you squealed, his face close to yours now. “Why do you insist on making me jealous? Why? I told you several times that you’re mine.” He said sternly. You rolled your eyes at him, laughing a bit in his face. “You’re kidding, right? You have a funny way of showing it. How do you think I feel? Seeing you with those girls… If I’m yours then that means you’re mine!” you exclaimed. He was quiet now; you were staring at him intensely, your hands reaching up to grip his shirt in them, pulling him closer. “What? Do you not have anything to say now? Do I need to show you that you’re mine? That I don’t want you flirting with other women either.” A more dominating side of you was coming out and maybe it was alcohol or you being angry with him or a combination of both. You felt his grip loosening up on you now, now you were pushing him, and he stumbled back a bit toward the bed, “Answer me, Elvis… Do I need to show you that you’re mine?!” you barked, and he was looking at you now his eyes not filled with anger, but with lust he was getting turned by this and he nodded his head slowly, “Yes…” he mumbled.

A smirk formed on your lips at how submissive he was becoming and you were pushing him some more now until he stumbled back against the bed and was sat down on it now, his legs manspreading as usual, you stood in between them, your hands resting on his thighs as you leaned down toward his face, your lips hovering above his as your eyes met, you whispered against then, “You’ll never want to look at another woman again.” You teased, placing a soft kiss to his lips as you slowly dropped down to your knees in front of him, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, tugging them down his legs, his cock springing out and already hard, still covered in your lipstick from earlier, he kicked off his boots and stepped out of his pants, your hands resting on his thighs, rubbing them gently before lifting a hand up to brush your hair back and then grasping his cock with it, he let out a soft groan already, you stared up at him as you leaned your head down, pressing your lips gently against the head of his cock, your tongue swirling around small amount of precum that coated the head of his cock already, you pressed some more kisses along the length of his cock and then sticking your tongue back out and dragging it back up to the head of cock, then you spit onto it, slowly pumping his cock in your hand, your eyes fluttering up to look at him again. His head was already tilted back, breathing heavily as he let out soft groans, “Fuck.” He muttered softly.

You continued to pump his cock quickly in your hand, but then you slowly stopped and pulled away and he let out a frustrated groan, “The fuck?” he mumbled. You smirked at him, patting his thighs gently as you stood back up, “You don’t get to take control tonight… At least not now.” You say teasingly, smirking at him as you brought your hands down to start slowly unbuttoning his shirt, your hands running up and down his bare chest, you loved how hairy his chest was, it turned you on, you suddenly push him back roughly so that he was laying against the bed and he scoot himself up against the bed as he watched you closely with eager eyes, biting down on his bottom lip, he liked for a woman to take charge and dominate him even though he’d never tell anyone that, but it was something he secretly loved. You grabbed the bottom of your sweater and pulled up over your head, tossing it to the ground and then you reached around to unhook your bra and removing it, smirking over at him as you continued to stare at you hungrily, you tossed over with your sweatshirt, then stepping out of your boots and kicking them to the side, your mini skirt being the only thing you leave on.

You climbed onto the bed now, hovering above him as your thighs rested on either side of him, since you hadn’t worn any panties tonight your pussy was sitting directly against his cock, which caused a soft groan to escape his lips, you bit down on your bottom lip as you watched him beneath him, you feel yourself becoming wet just from the feeling of his hard member against you, so you slowly began to grind yourself against his cock. “Mm.. fuck..” he mumbled softly, reaching his hands down to grab your waist, but you grabbed his hands before he could do that and brought his arms up to rest above his head, your hands intertwining with his as you held them there, leaning down closer to him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, “Uh huh, no touching.” You cooed against his lips, his eyes rolling with a small smirk on his lips, now you began to move your hips faster against him, pressing yourself firmly against him as you humped him faster, now soft moans were escaping your lips as you became more turned on, the slick between your legs coating his cock. Now he started to move his hips upward against you, gaining more friction between the two of you as humped each other, his head tilting back slightly as he groaned out in pleasure, your hands grasping one another tighter the faster you both moved against each other.

Your face was still close to his and your lips hovering close together and in between your soft moans you whispered to him, “Tell me, baby… Tell me you’re mine…” you smirked as you rode against his cock faster, he was already breathing heavy, dry humping just always did it for him, his words airy and mumbled, “Fuck… I-I’m yours, baby..” and you grinned at his words. “I can’t hear you, baby.. Say it again….” You teased. He let out a frustrated groan, tilting his head up to look at you. “I’m-m yours, baby… All yours…” he said louder now. “P-Please… Can we-“ he says before you cut him off. “Hm? What do you want, baby?” you hummed teasingly. “I-I want to be inside you.” He begged. That only made you get a fun idea, now you let go of his hands and you pulled yourself off him, sitting on the bed now. “Get up and get down on the floor on your knees and let me hear you beg for this pussy...” you giggled softly and then biting on your bottom lip. You didn’t know what had gotten into you, but you were enjoying it and so was he.

He sat up now looking at you with a raised eyebrow when he heard what you said, “W-What?” he questioned. “You heard me, Elvis. If you want to fuck me, I want you to get down on your knees and beg for it.” You demanded now. He was in shock at you saying something like that but he slowly got up off the bed now, as he moved you positioned yourself in front of him, legs open, moving your mini skirt up further so he could have a good view of your wet pussy that was just throbbing for him, you were so turned on by this and you could tell he was too, he slowly got down on his knees in front of you, his eyes watching you carefully, licking his lips at the sight of you, you brought your right leg up now and placed your foot against his chest when you saw him trying to move closer toward you. “Beg.” You said sternly. His hands reaching up brush up against your thighs slowly, he spoke quietly now, “Please… I want you so bad. I-I want that pussy so bad.” He begged, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. “Lemme hear it one more time, baby..” you teased, resting your foot now over his left shoulder as you waited for him to say it again. “I want you, baby… So bad... Please… I can’t take it.” he begged and now he leaned forward to press softly sloppy kisses to your right thigh, and he mumbled, “Please, little one…” between kisses. You moved your leg back from him now and you rolled your eyes playfully, “Well, come and take what’s yours then, Elvis.” You said playfully.

You didn’t have to tell him twice he already back up on his feet and now he grabbed you by your waist, picking you up and throwing you in the middle of the bed and flipping you over onto your stomach, you yelped softly at how rough he was being, he climbed onto the bed, directly behind you now and he grabbed a hold of your hips and pushed the upper body down against mattress so that your back was arched, he let out a soft whimper and he then pushed your skirt up higher, your bare ass exposed to him now, he gave it a few hard slaps which caused you to wince softly, “Being such a fucking tease..” he grumbled softly. He was wasting anymore time now and he grabbed a hold of his cock, guiding your ass cheeks and moving it down, the head of his cock brushing up against your wet folds now, “Fuck me, Elvis..” you mumbled softly against the mattress, before you could say anything else he was shoving his cock roughly into your pussy and now he wasn’t going easy on you like he did before, “E-Elvis… fuck…” you cried out softly.

He used his left hand to grip your hips tighter and forcing you back against him so that his cock was balls deep inside of you now, you moaned out softly and he brought his right hand up to your face that was pressed up against the mattress firmly, he stuck two of his fingers into your mouth, you moaned out against them loudly, sucking on them slowly as he began to fuck you hard, thrusting his hips against you and each thrust got rougher, he was groaning softly, “Mmm… You’ll think twice next time before you throw yourself onto another man like a fuckin’ slut.” He barked. Your eyes rolling back as he fucked you, nodding your head slowly at his words. “Yes, daddy…” you mumbled out against his fingers. He removed his fingers from your mouth and now moved his hand to wrap around your throat, pulling your head up slightly as he began to squeeze his hand around it, your moans only grew louder, and you began to moan out his name repeatedly, echoing throughout the room. “E-Elvis… Elvis… B-baby… mm..” you mumbled almost breathless; you could already feel your orgasm slowly building in the pit of your stomach.

Before you got a chance to realize what was happening, he was pulling out of you and flipping you over onto your back now, grabbing your thighs and wrapping them around his waist and plunging his cock deep inside of your pussy against, you titled your head back moaning out loudly, your arms wrapping his torso, your nails clawing at his back as your eyes rolled back and fluttered shut, his hand finding your throat again and squeezing tighter than before and the sounds of each other moans filling the hair, his cock was buried deep inside of you as you tightened your grip around his waist, his face close to yours as he was breathing out heavily, beads of sweat on his forehead and falling onto you, he grazed his teeth slowly against your bottom lip, he was getting close to his orgasm now. “Open your fucking eyes... I want you looking at me when I cum inside of you. I’m gonna make sure you get pregnant this time...” he demanded. You opened your eyes at his words and tilted your head forward to look at him, his deep blue eyes staring intensely into yours, he slammed once more into your pussy, his hips bucking, you tried your best to keep your eyes open but you felt the intensity of your orgasm growing, scratching at his back as your legs began to shake, “F-Fuck… I-I’m gonna cum…” he moaned out in a shaky airy tone. You pulled him firmly against you now your chest pressed against his and you whispered against his ear, “Come for me, baby…” as you suddenly reached your own orgasm, the two of you cumming together as your bodies moved in sync now, you could feel his warm cum deep inside of you as you cried out his name.

You both riding out your orgasms together until you both came to a complete stop, his body collapsing on top of you, his face buried in your neck as he tried to catch his breath, your head tilted back as you tried to catch your own, the both of you a sweaty mess, he finally lifted his head up to look at you, his hands reaching up to brush your hair out of your face as he kissed your lips softly, you returned his soft sloppy kiss, not letting him pull away just yet as you deepened the kiss, reaching a hand up to tangle in his hair as you bit at his bottom lip playfully before pulling your lips back with a smirk and now he was pulling out of you and moving to lay beside you tiredly, he let out a soft airy chuckle, his hands resting on his chest. “Goddamn, woman.” He said softly with a smile. You giggled softly at his words as you turned onto your side now to face him, your arm propped up and your hand resting against your head. “Too much for you, old man?” you teased. He shook his head with a smirk. “Never...” he said. “So…. Does this mean we forgive each other?” you said innocently, bringing your left hand up to rest against his chest, twirling your fingers in his chest hair. He looked at you with a smile and nodded. “Yes, baby.” He said softly. “Does it also mean that we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now…” you said knowing how childish that sounded but you didn’t care, you just wanted a label on what you have, especially if he gets you pregnant this time. He chuckled softly at your words and now he was turning onto his side to face you now, bringing a hand up to your face and brushing the pad of his thumb against your cheek gently, nodding. “It certainly does, little one.” And he leaned toward you kissing you softly and you returned each of his kisses happily. He’s mine and I’m his…

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