Daddy And Princess Relationship Novels & Stories

"Can we all just agree to disagree that nobody shall tell me that I cannot be with my princess?" Foster finally admits defeat. "Who am I to interfere with true love?" ...Christian POV... I am so proud of my princess; she is standing her ground, even up against the big old stubborn Foster Caine. But what stuns me even more, is the half-hearted approval my father gave for our relationship. He has never been a man that shows a lot of emotion, so I shall not complain with what we get. "Thank you, father, you know how much it matters to me."

Brace yourself tight! “Yes. I love her so much, Daddy. And I love you too.” Angel says, pulling me from my wild plans, and again, that would have thawed me down, but if only she did not have to put her stupid daddy in the picture. How gross! "And you, daddy?” Angel asks, and I think now that summons a little bit of my curiosity in her. I toss my plans aside, banking my all on them. Now, Daddy, what? “Me? Of course, princess! Daddy loves you so much. You have the slightest idea just how much. You are my world now, princess. I love you!” He says this, kissing her hair.

Daddy adds… “I have never been prouder! You are everything we have ever hoped and dreamed about. And I want you to know that I feel proud that you are the future to our family legacy. Princess, we know you are working so hard to be the best you can be, we see it. But we want you to also just enjoy being a kid for now. There will be a time for you to have that responsibility. But for now, just enjoy the things that make you, you! The things that make you happy.” Daddy says to me while stroking my cheek softly.

"Baby, you're full of surprises." "I hope you think they're pleasant surprises, Daddy." "Oh, very pleasant," Jake replied as he was staring directly at his baby girl's full, round tits. "But very naughty, too." "Awww, Daddy," the girl crooned. "You love me, don't you?" "More than anything in the world, Princess. I think you know that." "And I love you back just the same. So nothing between can really be naughty, can it?" "Actually, it can. It can be very naughty. But..."

He asked her. "It was fine dad. How was yours?" Princess asked. "It was great. I have been having the best nights of my life since yesterday." He answered her. "Really? Why is it just lately?" Princess asked. "That's because I have you and your mother here with me now. You two make me happy and you two give me peace." Christopher said and kissed her forehead. "I love you daddy!!" Princess said and hugged her father. "Are you going somewhere?" She asked after noticing his dressed he looked.

"Thank you, Barbie. You look like a Princess too. Like Princess Aurora." "Oh, thank you! You're a princess too! Because your Daddy is the King and your Mommy's his Queen." Her words melted my heart. I can relate. Mom and Dad always pampers me and calls me 'Princess'. Dad calls Mom 'My Queen' and Mom calls Dad 'My King'. Aren't they romantic? They're erotic too, by the way.

Nothing is wrong dad. It is just so good to hear you call me princess again. In the last sixteen years, I haven't let anyone call me princess it hurt too much." "Ah, princess, know this you will ALWAYS AND I MEAN ALWAYS be my princess just like Linda is my little scrapper and Alex is my little man." "Will you just hold me for a while?" "Of course princess." I stayed there in my father's arms reveling in the feel of his arms around me. The smell of his cologne Peri Ellis.

Dad reminded me. “This is so hard,” I mumbled and Dad tenderly placed his palm at the back of my head and kissed my forehead. “My princess is now the Queen. Her Highness will surely find a way to keep her Dy and Dad happy even when she is busy with the world’s affairs,” Dad chuckled making me laugh too. Jax smiled while hugging me tighter to him. “Hey ! Look at the good side- we get to have sex without that nosy cockblocker’s presence !!” Jax cheekily pointed out and screamed an “Owww” for the second time when Dad hit him this time.

I didn't even kiss him. “Mommy, I told Daddy that I don't want to ever see Princess Lydia in this house again. I told Daddy that Princess Lydia is a bad princess” “I can't agree any less,” I said under my breath. That girl is a totally different princess from the ones I have ever heard of or watched in movies. What kind of princess walks around with bum shots and tattoos everywhere? She even has the strength of a man! “Mommy, Daddy said if you get well, he will take us to see a movie”

Damon is his name. Taylor, the woman looking a little over 50, gave Dad a smile in acknowledgment but, the handsome guy, Damon, said nothing. He just sat there, frozen like ice. He was cold. “And, my princess, Harper, thank you as well.” I would have choked, if I had anything going down my throat at the moment. Did Dad just not only call me his princess like in those times but also look me in the eye for the first time since my mother’s demise? Was this a dream? Father looked me in the eye, smiled at me and called me his princess.