Daddy’s Insatiable Little by Jess Winters

CHAPTER EIGHT

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MARCUS

The bar was packed when we got there. Outside, it was draped in Christmas lights, two weeping willows hanging their pale green leaves towards the earth near the front doors.

Lola skipped ahead of me, her little white shoes making squeaking sounds on the newly paved walkway.

She had listened to me, but barely—she was wearing a bralette under her dress, and her breasts were quite honestly distracting me.

Lola knew this too, of course. She kept turning around every few seconds, bouncing, asking me if she should put her ponytail a little higher on her head.

I couldn’t help myself. I’d laugh and tell her to do whatever she wanted. She was a bratty Little, but not all the time.

Besides, I knew she was only teasing me because she scared about me.

Once inside the bar, I made a beeline towards some of my colleagues.

One in particular, a man named Josh who had just moved here a few weeks ago, and was getting himself a drink at the bar.

“I’m going to talk with my friends,” Lola said, leaning up to get a kiss from me.

I pecked her softly on the lips before pushing her off to run with her friends.

“Long night?” Josh said the second he saw me.

I shrugged at first, not realizing he’d noticed a hickey on my neck.

Grinning, I ordered myself a drink.

“What can I say? I’m amazing in bed,” I told him.

He roared with laughter.

“Yeah, so am I. Problem is, every single Little in this place is already all booed up,” he said.

We took our drinks out to the patio so we could talk easier, away from all that chaos.

The other Littles were squealing, likely because one of them had recently gotten engaged.

I had been thinking about proposing to Lola myself, with a ring bestowed to me by my late grandmother.

It was a beautiful diamond, circular, surrounded by other smaller gems in a pure gold band.

“And what about your own excursions?” Josh asked, resting his beer on the edge of the porch.

I looked out at the newly-dark sky, wondering if my grandmother could see me from heaven. I hoped she would approve of Lola. I liked to think she would, Lola was the sweetest.

“Well, we’re in a good place. Why rock the boat?” I said.

Josh laughed “What do you mean, why? You know why. Something good like that doesn’t stay on the market for long. Besides, don’t you want to be engaged?”

I nodded.

I did want to be engaged to Lola. But when would be the right time to do it?

“You should propose soon, is all I’m saying. Before another one of these hungry Daddies swoops in and takes away your opportunity.”

“Are you threatening me?” I asked, but I was joking.

Josh shook his head.

“Man, never. Of course not. Besides, I have my eyes on someone else.”

He nodded at another Little who was talking to Lola at that moment.

“Tiffany?” I asked.

Josh nodded.

Tiffany was cute, of course, but she was nothing like my Lola.

“I approve,” I told Josh.

“Thanks, man. It means a lot to me. Now get yourself back inside and enjoy the rest of the night you deserve it. And don’t forget what I said.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, swatting him away.

All jokes aside, I knew that Josh was being serious.

If I loved Lola, I would have to propose to her soon, before anyone else could sink their teeth into her.

Once back inside, it was as if she could sense my presence. I watched as she wove through the crowd, running towards me.

I leaned down and lifted her into my arms, kissing her passionately as she wrapped her legs around me.

As far as public displays of affection went, this one was pretty intense. But I didn’t care.

Let the others judge us, let them be jealous. What Lola and I had was too intense for words, and if others couldn’t deal with that, well then, we didn’t want them in our lives to begin with.