Daddy Creampies Daughter Novels & Stories

She finally let go, giving my cheek one last gentle pat before letting out a spy, “If you say so.” I stepped back and snatched another apple off the counter before the moment got too mushy. The crisp, sweet crunch filled my mouth as I took a bite, buying myself a second to shake off the warm fuzzies that always snuck up on me. Micah was still bouncing around like a pinball on sugar, chanting “Aunty Mia! Aunty Mia!” at the top of his lungs, while dad sat at the island pretending to be deeply invested in his coffee, though I caught the sneaky smile he was hiding behind the mug while he watched us.

Both father and daughter lingered in the aisle beside Jay and started quarreling suddenly. “I don’t want candy." The little girl growled viciously at her daddy. She was not a three-year-old child, so why would she want candy? If this guy wanted to pretend to be her daddy, should he not at least find out about her interests and hobbies first?

I bottomed out on him. "Daddy!" I whimpered. "Lord," he groaned, his face twisting in pleasure. "Please, please, deliver me from this evil." "Nope," I said. "You're going to have to enjoy your daughter's evil pussy riding you until you cum in me. I want to have a creampie!" "You could get pregnant," he panted as I slid up his dick, savoring his girth. He was almost as big as Mr. Miller. * * *

Danny calls in surprise when he sees me. I beam at him, noting he’d changed out of his clothes and into grey leggings. His brows are raised when he sees me. “You must have been a model student.” I say, gesturing to his sweaty form, he’d been hard at practice before he noticed me and stopped. The music is still pouring softly from the surround sound. He rolls his eyes. “And you must have loved to skip.” I snap my fingers because he was right. My parents were constantly called to the principal’s office since their son could not stay still.

"Daddy, please let me come. I'll be a good girl for you." Michele lifted his head from her breast, his eyes meeting hers. The raw hunger in his gaze made her tremble. "You look so fucking beautiful when you beg!" he murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. His fingers slowed, stroking her inner walls with maddening gentleness. "Tell me who you belong to, babygirl." "You," Anny gasped without hesitation. "I belong to you, daddy." "And Adriano?" The question caught her off guard, but she was too far gone to lie, too consumed by need to pretend.

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

I growled, my free hand coming down to pinch her exposed breast in reprimand. "Ahhh~~~ Daddy, I’m sorry." That must have hurt. I wasn’t joking when I told her she made me want to relish doing bad things to her, just to see how far she could take it. "Did that hurt, kitten?" I pulled my tongue from inside her and circled her folds, licking and savoring every drop of fluid that flowed from her. "Yes, Daddy," She mumbled tearily, she looked like she might cry as she continued writhing beneath my tongue.

Avery smiled at Daisy's enthusiasm and said, "Well, my baby is really talented. She can even teach others magic. With a spoiled smile, Avery started the car and shook her head in amusement. She didn't know how her brothers had influenced Daisy's interest in card tricks, but she hoped it wouldn't lead to an unhealthy obsession with gambling. As they drove home, Avery couldn't help but feel a sense of joy and anticipation. She had taken the first step towards regaining her son, and she was determined to make it happen.

With one hand reaching to her breasts, I tweaked her nipple, and staring deep into her eyes, I continued to pound her like a madman. “Fuck, Renee…” I groaned, slapping her clit harshly, her ass too, and then as I kept pumping into her, feeling my cum drawing close, I bent and took her lips in mine for a rather aggressive kiss. “Daddy… I’m going to come again.” “Yes, baby girl! Yes, come for Daddy!” I commanded, and just like that, she let go. Her body convulsed, and her grip on my shoulders tightened as her nails dug into my flesh.

She nodded her head excitedly; I braced myself for what could possibly come out of this child’s mouth, “What is it?” “It’s like you and daddy!” She squealed; I gave her a questioning look, then she explained, “Daddy was chosen by the Moon Goddess for you. So, who did she choose for me?” I wanted to mentally slap myself in the face for not changing the subject, but I decided to tell her the truth, “Well, I don’t know, sweetie. But, I know you’ll find him one day,” then I thought for a second, “maybe not if your father and brothers have anything to say about it.” We giggled while she mixed the bowl, then she gave me a big smile,