°All you need is love°

Duncan x reader (Lemon)

(NOT MINE)

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You and Duncan haven’t left your hotel bed in hours. Not since you both fell into it after you said, “yes.”

Duncan had taken you away to paris. Taking the perfect opportunity to propose to you in front of the Eiffel tower. Cliche, maybe. But the 10 carat cushion cut diamond that was currently sitting on your ring finger said otherwise. The enormous lightly pink diamond ring, encrusted with smaller pale pink diamonds around the large stone and along the thin band. The slight rose gold colour of it complimented your skin tone and brought out the colour of your eyes. That’s what Duncan said anyways. After you said a tearful and happy, “yes,” you raised him up from his knee, pressing kiss after kiss on his lips and face. Lighting marking him with your lipstick.

Duncan had hired a professional photographer to capture the moment of you, still in shock and awe. With him on his knee, opening that tiny red box that held biggest diamond you’ve ever seen. His eyes peering into your soul as he asked you, “will you marry me?” A shattering scatter of camera clicks tried to over shadow the breeze and the sound of your pounding heart. You didn’t even have to think, quickly replying, “yes..Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Once the photographer captured enough photos of your engagement. Duncan had chauffeured you back to the hotel. Which was a short ride in the car with you straddled on his lap; already starting the celebrations.

Now that Duncan had thrown you into your bed at the Prince de Galles, Luxury hotel. The same bed that was littered with shades of red and pink rose petals, was now a mess of silk sheets and pillows.

You were exhausted, after several rounds of passionate sex. You were wondering if Duncan was going to stop at all. It was almost like when you first started dating…

“We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!” You giggled. Your sweaty skin collided with his as he hovered over you. Your breath still not back to normal, as you were taking short high pitched gulps of air. Your legs shaking and quivering as your thighs held him in place above you. A feeble attempt to stop him from his persistent attempts to fuck you again. Duncan presses a few more kisses on your forehead.

“I’m not horny, I’m in love with you..” he muttered into your hairline. His hard heavy cock still rubbing against your tender cunt. You scoffed as you arched your back into the bed. Pressing your breasts into his chest. His head falling in between your breasts and pressing hot open mouthed kisses on your mounds.

“Duunncaaaan~~~” You whine, your legs holding him in place. The slight graze of his cock against your folds has you tingling still.

“Okay, fine I’m a little horny still…” he bites down lightly on your nipple. His mouth trails down your stomach, leaving more kisses and nips of his teeth. He raises himself to his knees before sliding down the bed, situating himself at your warm pussy. Which was still so hot and sticky from your previous rounds. He leans down to kiss and tongue at your folds. You shudder with a loud gasp, “Duncan please! I’m so sensitive still..”

“Please..” You hear him quietly whisper.

“Hmm?” You reach down and run your hands through his hair. Which was now completely ruined and out of his perfectly styled waves.

“Tell me again.” He says after kissing your inner thigh.

“What?” You lazily grin, your eyes falling to his.

“Say it..” He mutters so quietly you can barely hear it over the sound of your beating heart.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.” You breathe out. Your eyes fluttering closed as he groans and starts licking up your slit. His tongue swirling and digging into your folds. He brings both hands to your warm cunt, spreading you wide open as he plunged his tongue into you. Tasting the salty sweet mixture of your fluids and his own.