I Blame Wattpad for My High Expectations of Men

Chapter 11 - I've been nothing but inclusive my entire life.

*Author's Note: As you know, I've mentioned a thing or two about maturity and sexual content that is to be found in my works in the beginning of this story, as well as the fact that this story is bound to have a lot of it. Although this is not one of the chapters that hold the more extreme content, I'm still issuing a fair warning to my fellow squeamish readers. Especially if you're under age, DO NOT READ THESE KIND OF CHAPTERS! Trust me, it'll be for your own good. Just because the rest of us have already been ruined by Wattpad, doesn't mean that you have to be too, just yet. Without further ado, you've been warned! Here goes nothing. Stay blessed! :)*

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~Flashback Continued~

Neither of us ever breaking away from the heated kiss, Ace opens his room before slamming it shut behind us, locks it and then cups my ass to lift me up as my legs hug his waist. I secure my hold in his arms by tightening my grip on the roots of his hair, causing him to let out a groan from the back of his throat. We then quickly kick off our shoes and he lowers us down onto his bed, with him on top of me.

He breaks the kiss for the first time since we've arrived at his place, only to trail his lips down the side of my neck. He then laces his fingers around one of the strings of my shirt, tugging at it teasingly.

"How much do you like this top?"

"Go for it," I respond, immediately realizing what he's really asking. 

Not even a second later, he pulls the string hard enough to rip my shirt right down the middle with one swift tug, exposing my bare breasts.

Okay...why the fuck was that so hot?

I mentally shake my head. Focus, Lola. Yes, you want to and can enjoy the pleasure, but you're not to get carried away, remember?

Following a few wet kisses over my breasts and down my stomach, Ace soon finds the zipper of my skirt, which doesn't take long for him to get undone. Quickly throwing it off to the side, he then eyes me up and down with a smirk.

"Like what you see?" I ask, propping myself up on my elbows.

With his legs on either side of me, he lifts himself up on his knees to take off his shirt and toss it to the side before lowering his pants and boxers to reveal his massive dicktator.

Sorry for the mindless dad joke there, but I was nearly choking at that moment. I mean the size of that thing is just, just- You know what? Let's just go back to Ace's remark, it fits quite perfectly as to what I was feeling back then.

"Too intimidating for you?" Ace smirks as he lowers himself over me again and parts my legs with his knee. I can't help but notice how he's only a few centimeters away from my thankfully still covered clit now. I look up to see his face even closer to me than before. He then rests his palm over my panties and his smirk grows just a tad bit wider, as he lowers his lips to my ear. "And here I thought you'd be the one to make me wet first."

Ignoring his ever so seductive tease, I look down at his dangling friend one more time and realize that if I don't say it now, I might not live to even think it again.

"No way in hell is that thing going to fit inside me," I voice my thoughts out loud as I look back up to him. "What the fuck do you do to it? And don't say Viagra because I've been there and seen that, and that-" I place my hand slightly over it for an estimated measurement, only to realize that it surpasses the tips of my fingers by a long run, before I pull my hand back completely- "ain't it."