Daddy Creampies Daughter Novels & Stories

And with my legs crossed, I bet he can see the back of my exposed thigh. He clears his throat beside me and shakes me up, " did you have a great rest, Stella?" He asks as he leans into me, making it all seem natural to avoid suspicion, but from his breathing on the back of my neck, I can feel his smile. He knows how shaken up I am from this close proximity. "Dad, you have a phone and a fucking TV in your study, leave this for us both will you?", She says with a scoff. Always the bratty princess.

The man had asked. My heartbeat intensified. I was over the moon. He fucking thought me to be pretty. Papa chuckled and circled his arm around my shoulder. “This is my daughter, Kiera. She is in college. Kiera, this is Clint Homer. A club member and now an investor in my company.” They cheered for that, clinking their glasses. “Clint Homer,” I murmured. Testing the name on my tongue. “Well, it is nice to meet you Kiera.” He put out his hand for a handshake and I tentatively took it. “You have such a beautiful name.”

*** I had to tidy up the bedroom and prepare our things that when I returned to the kitchen, my girls were already decorating their pancakes with syrup and fruits. “What happened to the shaped pancakes?” I asked, picking up strawberry fruit from the bowl. “Daddy failed,” Leyanne smiled as she took another strawberry and placed it on top of her pancake. “Daddy failed,” Sky downturned his lips as he pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me. “Coffee, Tea, or Me?” He asked as he kissed my forehead.

She cleared her throat, and for a moment, he could have sworn she was smirking at him before he brought his attention back to her face. “I guess we’ve never been properly introduced. I’m Christina. You’ve certainly grown—I mean, in comparison to the photographs your father has,” she told him. “He’s always talking about you. How proud he is of you.” Declan almost scoffed, knowing his father wasn’t really the type to gush. The reason she hadn’t seen a recent photograph was because his dad didn’t bother to keep them around. “I’m going to go to my room. It is still my room, isn’t it?”

He drove us home. He dropped me onto the bed. A wide grin appeared across his lips. He quickly undressed himself, I watched as his dick fell out of his underwear. That big guy was making me smile in my head. " You did a great job by making sure we weren't caught." He breathed, Crawling into the bed, he leaned forward landing his soft lips against mine. I felt a tiny shock wave rushed down my spine, a wave of adrenaline surged through me. "Appreciate me, daddy." I moaned, breaking the kiss.

Evangeline: Daddy… this is Xavier, our firstborn. Drake: He's beautiful, my daughter… Then, he turned his gaze to Alexander and looked at our little princess. Drake: And this young lady… she's so pretty… just like her mother was at birth… Alexander: Daddy, I have the honor of introducing you to Catherine. My father froze, his hand just inches from our little princess's face. I saw a multitude of emotions pass across my father's face, then I saw tears slide down his cheeks. Drake: Since... you named her after my late wife... may I hold her?

"He is more of a man than you are." Daniel's eyes widened. He looked truly shocked, as if I had slapped him. "So it's true," he whispered. "You are really allowing a kid into your life. Everything Maya is saying is true." That stopped me cold. "Since when did you and my daughter become gossiping partners?" I asked. My voice was ice. Maya and Ethan had hated Daniel for what he did. They were only nine when he left, but they understood the betrayal. They chose me. They wanted to be with me, not him. They called him "Daniel," not "Dad."

He was making pancakes? Her daughter was grinning up at him like he hung the stars. “Daddy makes them like this!” Pearl announced, clapping her little hands together. Madine’s breath caught. She couldn’t remember the last time Pearl had called any man “Daddy.” She’s been careful, so careful to keep those words out of her daughter’s reach.

"So, maybe he's sick because you hurt a little too?" Daddy groaned and took a drink from a cup of water his mommy gave him. She told me her name was Kylie. I couldn't tell her my real name, since I needed to use my pretend name, but she could call me Claire like everyone else. She was so sweet and loved to talk to me. I liked her a lot. I thought she looked happy to have a granddaughter. Daddy said something so soft, that I had to cup my ear to hear him. "Something like that, princess.”

“Daddy makes the best pancakes. Better than anyone. Even better than the chef at the big house.” Ethan glanced at Cecilia, his expression softening. “I’ll make you anything you want, every single day. Pancakes, waffles, whatever makes my girls smile.” Grandpa June chuckled from the stove. “This old man never thought he’d see the day. My granddaughter happy, my great-granddaughter calling someone ‘Daddy’ with that much joy. After all the darkness with Adrian… this feels like healing.”