hip-shaking king creole

You lean your arms against your balcony to gaze at the Eiffel tower. It was a warm summers evening; the wind was blowing warm air through the city and the lights of the tower were flickering in the night. Elvis had been planning this honeymoon for the both of you for nearly a year, unbeknownst to you. You and Elvis had never gotten a honeymoon, because almost immediately after you were married, Elvis went across America to tour. You were always understanding, even though a little piece inside you had always wanted one.

You take a deep breath of the warm air and release it out slowly. You were feeling particularly blessed tonight. You had a week of Elvis to yourself, and the both of you explored the city without a care in the world. You had everything you had ever dreamed. A big house, a loving husband, and no longer needed to worry about money. Everything felt nearly perfect. You also had something that you never thought you’d have. Self love. You, of course, didn’t have it all the time but you finally felt comfortable with yourself. You had always been a bigger girl and struggled with it most of your life. Although, you mostly felt like other people struggled with it, and put their opinions about it on you, so you had no choice but to struggle with it yourself.

****

“For you, darlin’.” Elvis came up behind you and offered you a cup of tea. His deep voice made you jump a little, you were not expecting him.

You smile to yourself and take the cup in your hand. “Thank you, EP.” You take a small sip.

“I feel like I’m startin’ to get used to all this tea drinkin’. I feel like a real French man.” Elvis chuckles and takes a small sip of his drink. It clinks with the glass table as he sets it down. His arms wrap around you, and he places his head in the crook of your neck, his breath running down your neck.

You both sit in silence for a minute or two, enjoying the view together. You feel Elvis kiss your neck softly and slowly, tracing his puckered lips over you.

“Have you enjoyed your time here, baby? Is it everything you wanted?” He asks softly, placing more kisses up your neck.

“Elvis, this was the most wonderful time I’ve ever had.” You turn your head slightly, and he brings his head back up to look down at you. You rotate your body to face him. You can see his eyes flicker in the night lights. “It was, is, everything I have ever dreamed of.”

Elvis forms a smile and cups your face in his hands, kissing you softly on the lips.

“My beautiful, beautiful wife. I am so lucky. The luckiest man in the world.” His soft lips move against yours. You pause after a couple of kisses, and Elvis pulls back slightly, moving his hands to caress your hips.

“I want to say something, Elvis.” You say softly. You gently place your cup down beside his.

“Please don’t know tell me you want to leave me.” He chuckles, his tone light but you can feel a hint of seriousness.  

You smile and hit him softly on the arm. “EP, come on now. I would never leave you. Not in a million years. A billion years.”

“What about a trillion years? What about then?”

You both laugh and hold each other in your arms, yours wrapped around his shoulders, his at your waist.

“Never, ever, EP. I absolutely promise you that.”

He pulls back again and takes your chin in his hand, slightly lifting your head to look up at him.

“What is it then, darlin’?”

You smile at him and pause for a moment. You turnback around to look at the Eiffel tower, and you take his arms and wrap them around you.

“Do you remember when we met? What I told you?

“That I was an amazing kisser?”

You laugh and shake your head.

“Not that! I know, not specific. I told you how shocked I was that you picked me out of all those women, how that never happens to me…”

“That you were lucky I even looked your way, and I told you that I had no idea what you meant…” Elvis kisses your cheek softly. “That I told you that you were crazy…that I was the lucky one?”

You nod your head. “I was so…scared. Scared that it was a joke, or something. I had never gotten that type of attention before. I was so insecure about myself. When I got to know you more, and it was only a short time after, that I knew you were different. As cliché as that sounds.” You breathe out deeply and lean back slightly on him. “You have a pure, kind heart. You never made me feel like someone ‘different’, as I have been told I am before.”

You feel Elvis kiss your cheek again, his arms tighter around you now. “I never had any reason to treat you differently. Even though I know, unfortunately, sometimes people treat others that way, for looking or acting different than others.”

Elvis gently takes your hips and turns you around to face him with your back to the balcony. “The first thing I noticed is your beautiful eyes, your gentle smile, and that wicked laugh.” Elvis smiles. “And your personality is something I have never experienced before. You are a gentle soul, Y/N.” He kisses you gently on the lips. “You are also incredibly sexy, fierce and your body is divine. I can never imagine myself without you. You have come so far, baby. I love seeing you love yourself and see you how I see you.” He kisses you again, deeply this time.

You feel the heat from your stomach radiate throughout your whole body, and you feel butterflies again. It was like the first time he ever kissed you.

“I love you Elvis. You are the greatest thing in my life. I just wanted to tell you because I was feeling to blessed and lucky tonight. We’ve come so far.”

“We sure have, baby. I love us. I love you.”

Elvis takes his cup in his hand, and hands you yours.

“To us.” He raises his glass to yours.

“To us.” You repeat, clinking your glass against yours. You both take a sip and you feel the warm liquid flow down your throat.

“I had an idea..” Elvis starts, his eyebrow raised slightly.

“What kind of evil idea have you come up with? I can tell by that look.” You giggle.

Elvis takes your cup and places it back on the table. He takes your hips and rotates you again, so you are facing the tower. He presses his hips against you and you feel his breath on your ear.

“How about I fuck you right here, while you look at the Eiffel tower?” He growls in your ear, kisses it softly. 

You feel him smirk against your lips. He takes his hard cock and rubs it against your clit. You feel his warm precum, the slick head of his cock caressing you.

“You want me, baby?”

“More than anything, EP.” You purr into his mouth. He kisses you again on the lips, hard.

“I love when you call me that. Do it again.” His tongue drags along your bottom lip, and he move his mouth down your jaw and to your neck.

“Please fuck me, EP. Please.” You feel him nibble on the sensitive skin in your neck. “Please.”

“C’mon now baby, tell me how bad…” Elvis sucks at your neck, rubbing his cock against your clit again. “Beg for me. I need to know how bad you need me.”

You run your hands through his dark hair and arch your neck back into the pillows.

“Elvis…. I need you so, so badly. Please fuck me. I need your cock inside me…” You moan and take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I need you to breed me.”

Elvis lets out an animalistic groan into your neck. Before you can say anything else, he pushes his rock-hard cock inside you, and it makes you scream for him.

“You want me to breed you, hm?” He leans up on his knees and picks up your legs, so they are rested against his chest.  He holds your legs and starts to move in and out of you. “Well, you’re going to get what you fuckin’ wish for, baby.”

You can feel his throbbing length filling you up entirely and hitting all the spots that feel good. His rhythm starts to get faster and harder.

“F-Fuck…. You feel so fuckin’ good mama…Shit…”

You see the sweat dripping down his forehead. His hands are gripping your thighs tight, and he pounds into you harder. Your hands grip the sheets as you watch him fuck you.

“Y’know…” His voice is breathy and deep. “Whenever I see ya watchin’ me preform, and I start to get nervous,” He smiles and continues to thrust into you, moaning in-between his words. “I think about this, my girl, fuckin’ you so good. It gives me such a jolt of energy. Helps every time.” He kisses your leg and slows down his movements slightly. “Turn over and bend over for me, baby. I want to fuck you from behind.”

“Yes, sir.” Giggling softly, you do as you are told and sit up, flipping over and bending over In front of Elvis. You push your ass against his cock, and he slaps your ass hard.

“Such a good fucking girl.”

Elvis holds your hips with one hand as he guides himself into you again, letting out a deep groan as he fills you. He takes a hold of your other hip and pushes himself as deep as he can. You arch your back and place your head on the bed, sticking your ass out more for him.

He slaps your ass hard as he starts his rhythm again.

“You like when I spank you, mama?” He spanks you again, leaving a stinging sensation behind.  

“Y-Yes…”

“Yes what?”

“Y-Yes sir.”

“Good fucking girl. Let me pull your hair. I need a good grip on you while I fuck the shit out of you.”

You lean up on your hands and he takes your hair in his hand and twists it around. He pulls it back slightly, making your back arch more.

“Such a pretty sight.” Elvis groans as his rhythm gets faster and harder again. You put your hand down to rub your clit as he pounds you.

“Oh fuck…EP…O-Oh, god…” You moan for him, looking up at the mirror on the ceiling. Your ass is slapping up against his lower torso.  

“Are you going to cum on me baby? Rub that clit for me.”

“Y-Yes, baby… soon…” You answer back, rubbing your clit harder.

Elvis spanks you again, slowing his movements down to long deep thrusts, and then small fast ones.

“EP…Please keep fucking me like that… I-I’m going to cum.”

“Keep lookin’ up baby, I want to watch you cum on my cock.” Elvis groans as he keeps the same pace. He looks up in the mirror with the signature smirk that you knew so well.

You feel like ball of warmth form in your stomach as you let the waves of pleasure wash over you. You grip the sheets with your hand and moan out his name. Elvis moans and fucks you harder into your orgasm.

“Good fucking girl. You look so pretty when you cum on my cock. I’m going to breed you now.”

Elvis doesn’t slow down his movements, but grips onto you harder, letting go of your hair and straddling your hips and pounds you faster

“F-Fuck…Your pussy feels so good grippin’ my cock… Augh….” Elvis throws back his head and lets himself envelop fully into you. “I’m going to fuckin’ cum… I’m going to make you mine, baby…” Elvis groans loudly, and spanks you hard one last time.

Elvis lets out an animalistic, deep groan as he pushes himself fully inside you and you feel his hot load fill you up. Elvis stays in the same position for a moment, breathing heavily. 

He then pulls himself out of you and grabs a towel from the nightstand.

“One moment, baby. Let me clean ya up.”

Elvis breathes heavily as he cleans you up before himself. As soon as he is finished, you plop down on the bed contently. You feel his lips trace up your back and then plants some on your cheek. He lays back on the bed and pulls you onto his chest. You sit in silence for a minute or two, feeling his hand caress your back as your hand traces his chest.

“I love you.” Elvis says softly, kissing your head.

“I love you too” You kiss his chest softly, and you feel his arms tighten around you.

“Y’know, baby….” Elvis starts, “We never really got a honeymoon. I was thinkin’ we could do somethin’ after my next performance. What do ya think? Somewhere forgein?”

A smile immediately comes across your face. You look up at him, he’s already looking down at you with a smile. 

“Oh, EP. I would love that so much.”

It was the 1968 comeback special that was supposed to relaunch Elvis’s career. After making so many movies, he was ready to come back into the spotlight and preform his music again. You had been married to Elvis for the past five years, and you hadn’t seen him this happy about playing music in a long time.

The set managers decided to put you further up the stands. Elvis insisted that they put you where he could see you, and they did. Where Elvis stands in the middle of the stage, you were just to the right of him, at the top corner of the stands.  

*****

Elvis had confided to you before the show that he was nervous, but when he got on that stage, it melted away. He looked so at home there, and the crowd was as welcoming and enthusiastic as ever. You were clapping and singing along with the crowd as Elvis preforms. He shoots you glances every song, which still gave you butterflies. The women near the ground at the stage looked up at him in awe, and Elvis loved it. Elvis was groaning and singing more enthusiastically than normal, but nobody minded one bit. 

Just before the halfway mark of the show, one of Elvis’s managers came up the stairs where you were sitting and whispered in your ear.

“Mrs. Presley, Uh- Elvis has requested you in his dressing room after the show. I know you usually go to the car, but please meet him there. The security will come get you in an hour.”

You nod and thank him. He quickly goes back down the stairs, not to interrupt anyone’s view of the show. It wasn’t unheard of for you to go to the dressing room after the shows, but you had no idea why he made a specific request to the manager to have you there. You felt your stomach to cartwheels. Knowing Elvis, you knew you were in for it later.

After an amazing special, the filming was wrapped up. Before anyone else left the seating, you were escorted away with the security to Elvis’s dressing room. You passed groupies and fans along the narrow hallways, some acknowledging you, but most not looking your way. That was usually the way it went.

You thanked the men as you entered the red painted room and they closed the door behind you. You were there before Elvis was. There was a vanity lit up by warm lights surrounding the mirror. You walk over and noticed a small photograph, you both on your wedding night. You pick it up gently in your hands and trace your fingers over it. The memory made you smile.

There was a long black sofa on the wall of the room, with refreshments and food on the side table beside it. Before you could think of anything else, you hear the door unlock. You hear fans still screaming for Elvis in the background. He slips through the door and locks it behind him. He picks up a towel from the side table by the door and wipes the sweat from his face away.

“EP!” You exclaim, walking towards him. He smiles and pulls you into deep, lustful kiss. You try to pull away to congratulate him on his amazing performance, but he doesn’t let go. He takes one of your hands and puts it on his crotch. You could feel the soft leather, and the heat from his rock-hard cock. He continues to kiss you for a moment, walking back towards the sofa, pulling you with him. He plops down backwards and spreads his legs apart. He motions you with his fingers to sit on his lap.

You obey is command and put your legs on either side of his, bent to place yourself on the sofa.

“I’ve been fuckin’ hard this whole night. I’ve nearly been edgin’ myself for a fuckin’ hour.” He licked his lips and breathed hard. You could see the sweat dripping from him, making his chest slick. “My cock rubbing against these leather pants, lookin’ at you up in the crowd, looking all innocent for me. Drove me fuckin’ crazy.” He puts a hand on your hip, and another grabs your chin and pulls you close to his face. “I want you to grind on my cock through these pants and make me cum. Can you do that for me, baby?”

You smile and nod, biting your bottom lip between your teeth. “You were so fucking amazing Elvis. It would be my honor to make you cum tonight.” You both laugh and kiss hard again. His hands move across you fast and runs them up your legs.

“Pull up that skirt,” He starts, feeling your bare ass. “No panties tonight? I figured that might be the case.” He teases, pulling his hand to rub your folds. You grip his shoulder as he rubs you and you moan, pulling your skirt up farther.

“Did you fuckin’ soak that seat while you were sittin’ up there watchin’ me? Good god girl.”

He pushes one of his fingers inside you and it makes you hum in pleasure.

“Seenin’ all those women out there wantin’ me, but knowin’ I got you all to myself. I’m so lucky.”

You grip his shoulders tighter as he fingers you. You look down at him and smile. “I would call myself the lucky one.”

He leans into you and sucks your neck. He smells like cologne and sweat.

“Grind on me now baby, I can’t take it anymore.”

Elvis pushes your hips down on him, and you feel his hard cock on your pussy through his leather pants.

He moans out for you as he grips your hips hard as you start to grind. The wetness of your pussy makes the leather slick and the softness of it combined with his hard cock makes your clit slide against him smoothly. The feeling made you moan on him, and he does the same.

“Holy fuck, I can feel that warm pussy through these damn pants. You sure got a fuckin’ hold on me, doll.”

You look into his eyes as you grind on him, and you already feel yourself coming close.

“Elvis…”

“Are you gonna cum before I can?” He laughs deeply, slapping your ass hard. “I fuckin’ knew you would. You’re too much of a fuckin’ minx not too.” Elvis slaps your ass again, harder. It makes you squeal.

“Cum on me then, my little slut. Cum from grinding on my cock. Give in to me. You better scream when you cum, I want everyone to hear you.”

That put you over the edge, and you move your hips faster as Elvis helps you move against his cock. You feel your orgasm come over you, and you scream his name repeatedly. 

When you finally came down, you slowed down a bit, but Elvis had no time to stop.

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ slow down baby. I need to fuckin’ cum.”

You do as you are told and move your hips to the same pace again. He throws his head back as he moans for you. He groans and curses as you move your hips in a circular motion, and then back and forth.

“Fuck me, I’m going to explode, Y/N…. C’mon baby, go faster, make me cum..”

His nails are digging into your hips as you grind on him as fast as you can. You lean towards his face and kiss him as he moans into your mouth.

“I-I’m gonna…”

Before he could say another word, his hips were bucking up against you, and you could feel the warm cum spurt from him. His legs were shaking uncontrollably, and there was no way people on the other side of the door didn’t hear his animalistic groans. Some of it was leaking from the waistband of the pants. Elvis lets his grip go of your hips, and you get off him and lick up the warm fluid from his abdomen. He is still breathing hard, but he manages to look down at you and run his hand through your hair.

“You fuckin’ dirty girl. You can’t even have one session where you don’t get to eat me up, can you?”

You smile and shake your head, licking your lips.

You mount his legs again and pull him in for another kiss. He relaxes against you and takes your face in his hands.

After kissing for a minute or two, he pulls back and smiles at you.

“You’re the best, y’know?” He puts a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“I know.”

You laugh together and you press your hand against his chest. 

“What do you say we go home and do it all over again?” You question, tilting your head slightly. 

A sly smirk is plastered across his face.

He bends down so he is on his knees behind you. He spreads you apart and shoves his face between your ass cheeks. His tongue laps your hole, and you moan into the pillows loudly.

“EP! Fuck…” You feel him wrap his arm around the front of your legs and opposite hand grab your ass cheek. You reach back and grab a fistful of his hair, and that makes him moan into you.

He moves down and presses his tongue into your soaking pussy. You grab his hair harder, pushing his face deeper.

“E-Elvis…Fuck you feel good…Oh my god…” The feeling of his tongue in your pussy drove you wild. He groans into you again, taking his tongue out of you. He moves his head down slightly to tease your clit with the tip of his tongue. He pauses for a moment, and you take his hair out of your hand and grip the sheets. You look back at him and your wetness is covering his mouth. His eyes look black with lust.

“You’re driving me fuckin’ wild baby.” Elvis sticks two fingers slowly into your pussy. You hum into the sheets. “That’s a good girl.” He then slowly pulls them out, and they are drenched with you. He lubes his cock with your wetness and throws his head back and moans.

After a moment, he slaps your ass and you squeal.

“Baby, lay on your back again. I wanna make you cum.” He breathes heavily, still jerking his hard cock.

You follow his orders. You flip yourself over as Elvis is still on his knees, drooling for you. He pulls your thighs closer to him, and bends them back towards you, his hands gripping them.

“The prettiest fuckin’ sight I’ve ever seen.”

You caress his cheek, and he kisses your palm, taking your thumb and sucking on it. After a moment, you run your hands through his hair, and he flattens his tongue and licks you from your opening to your clit. His fingernails dig into your thighs as he flicks your clit with his tongue, making wet lapping noises.

You moan and beg for him to keep going. He switches to sucking your clit, then lapping it with his tongue again.

He takes a hand off your thigh and gently puts two of his fingers inside you.

“Oh god-Y-Yes…Elvis…” Moaning, you close your eyes and focusing on the pleasure. “More, please….” You beg him.

He pumps them in and out of you. “Your pussy is so needy for me baby. I want you to cum all over my face.”

He shoves his face into you again. The waves of pleasure are washing over you. You try not to overthink it too much; it ruins the moment for you. You worry about not having an orgasm fast enough, but you know Elvis would work on you all night just to make you cum.

You stop moaning slightly, and ever so gently let the tight grip of his hair. Dammit. You are starting to overthink again.

As always, Elvis notices right away that you are slightly less into it than you just were. He tilts his head up to look up at you, but you still had your head in the pillows.

“Baby? You overthinkin’ again?”

You let out a deep sigh, slightly frustrated with yourself.

“I-I-I was tryin’ not to…. but I couldn’t help it…”

“Baby. No need to explain. I know.” He kisses your inner thigh. “tell me what you’re thinkin’. What are you worried about?”

You look down at him and place your hand on his cheek.

“I’m just worried about taking so long to… y’know...finish. I just don’t want to take too long.”

Elvis smirks and kisses your other thigh. “Mama, I would suck your clit and eat your pussy until the sun came up. I don’ care one bit how long it takes.” He speaks to you in his low, dominating voice. “Now, baby, let me get back to what I do best. Making you scream.”

Elvis wasted no time shoving his face back between your folds. You didn’t fight back or argue, he was right. You knew better. So, you let yourself fall back into the pillows and fall back into his trance. He spreads your lips with one hand and shoves two fingers in your soaking pussy. He wastes no time licking your clit fast, then rotates to sucking your clit sloppily. You feel the ball of heat in your stomach form again as you let yourself go. You grab his hair again and hold his face in your hands as he works on you. His long fingers pump in and out of you, soaking them and your sheets.

“Elvis…I…” You can feel yourself close to the edge. You arch your back as you moan out for him.

“Mmmmhm” You hear Elvis moan into you.

“Don’t stop, fuck-EP!”

You feel warm waves rush throughout your body. You hold onto his hair tight as he tries to keep a hold of you as you writhe beneath him. You scream for him like your life depends on it. You seem to black out from the pleasure for a moment, and then you relax back onto the soft duvet. Your hands graze his cheeks, and you feel the sweat from his hair. He grips your thighs and kisses them once more, before kissing back up your body, taking his time. He kisses up your neck, trailing his lips as he reaches yours. He kisses you with his velvet lips and you taste yourself on him. The taste made you want him more.

“You did so good, baby. My girl came so hard for me. I need you so bad, Let me fuck you, please?” Elvis begs against your lips. 

You felt this throbbing cock on your thigh. You knew one thing was on his mind now.