Daddy Creampies Daughter Novels & Stories

Lexie couldn’t help but give a bitter smile at the thought that no matter how hard she worked, she still couldn’t afford what her daughter wanted—and Macy had simply chosen not to tell her. “I could buy you a toy car you can actually drive,” Ram said with a big grin. Lexie groaned inwardly at the realization that Ram Jordan just won their daughter’s interest. “Really?—Hey, I remember now! We met before!” Macy said, frowning slightly as she stared intently at Ram. His grin widened even more. “You were the Ice Cream Man from the shop at the mall,” Macy recalled. “You already knew you were my dad before?” she added.

He was all bright energy and kindness, the one person in this cold world who never made me feel small. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Salvatore!” he chirped, flashing a warm smile. “You’re actually glowing today. That dress is serving absolute fire-” “Dani,” I cut in gently but firmly, my voice steadier than I felt. “I’m not here for Dante. I’m here to see Grandpa.” His perfectly shaped brows shot up in surprise. The old Aurelia would have smiled politely, waited patiently, never interrupted. But today? Today I was done performing.

She quickly finished her bath and prepared breakfast for her daddy and herself. Fried eggs with toasted brown breads with tangy orange juice satisfied their morning appetite. The father and daughter's duo finished it with a small scoop of chocolate ice cream and whipped cream as they shared about the happenings of the other day with each other. "So you are really going out with him today as well?" Mr. Stark was told about how amazing the day had been with Brandon, and now when Reyne informed him that she was looking forward to meet him today, he can't stop smiling.

I managed to sell it for a couple of million before my lack of people skills sunk the whole operation. The only person I can say I truly care about is my teenaged daughter, Katie. Katie (short for Katelyn) has lived with her mom in Georgia for so long that she has picked up a bit of the local drawl, which I love listening to. She is a tall, athletic girl, who crushes her tests in school like they were written for second graders. She runs track, dances hip hop and has dated the same boy -- Tom -- since she was fourteen. Living out in California's central coast, I rarely see her. A couple of weeks during the summer and against during the winter break is about it. Maybe because of this, I still

"What is the matter, Chloe? I'm so tired." "I'm sorry mom. But daddy went out so early and he asked me to take care of you." Natalie opened her eyes fully to see her six years old daughter carrying a tray of cornflakes and milk. "Aww, this is so nice of you," she gushed taking the tray from her. "I wanted to make your special pancakes but I'm not up to the age of going close to a cooker, dad says," she sighed. "Come here, sweetie," Natalie pulled her in for a hug.

I’m going to have to make building security aware that she is not to be in the building for any reason. “Pancakes. Mommy loves blueberry pancakes. I want chocolate chip with lots of sprinkles.” Dakota smiles at me with her little eyes shining. I swear, the way I love this little girl is like she’s my own flesh and blood. Seeing her smile makes my heart melt. Hearing her call me Daddy makes me want to cry with happiness. “Pancakes it is. After breakfast, we’ll see if we can find someone to decorate your room.” I pull out my phone and quickly order breakfast.

Give me a hint? Daddy: Let's just say it involves whipped cream and cherries. And you. "Jesus Christ," Emily muttered under her breath. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying to relieve some of the building tension. Baby Girl: Fuck, daddy. You're driving me crazy here. Daddy: Good. I want you nice and worked up for me later. Baby Girl: Mission accomplished. I'm soaked just thinking about it. Daddy: That's my good girl. Now finish your lunch and get back to work. I need you nice and energized for tonight.

Blinking at the screen, I saw the caller ID FaceTime. Kamari. Swiping to answer, I forced my voice into something resembling wakefulness. “Hey, baby.” “Hi, Mommy! Guess what Grandma made us?” I smiled at the excitement in my daughter’s voice. “What, sweetheart?” “Mickey Mouse pancakes! And they’re soooo good! I ate so many!” I chuckled. “How many is so many?” “A billion!” I laughed, but before I could say anything else, her voice turned curious. “Mommy, whose arm is that?”

Unlike my son the first thing she learned to say was daddy, she has been daddy's girl ever since she opened her eyes in this world "She likes it" Stephen said looking at our daughter with a smile on his face "Why wouldn't she? She knows how much effort her daddy has put to plan this party and then handed over the responsibilities to her mama" I said rolling my eyes "Are you rolling your eyes again?" Stephen asked as he looked at me with his darkened gaze, he had been obsessed with punishing me when I roll my eyes, not that I complain, I really like the things he does to me. That thought alone was enough for my face to turn hot as I looked away with a blush

"Dad, come with us. Mommy has a lot of flavor, including three kinds of fresh, leek eggs, and beef. Do you like that?" Harry pinched his daughter's little nose and said, "Daddy likes your wrap." "Daddy, do you think my bag looks good?" The little girl held the dumplings in her hand and handed them to Harry. Harry looked at the dough in his daughter's hand and fluttered her eyelashes. If Stephanie did not say that it was a dumplings, he would definitely not recognize it. It was just a bunch of dough, and she couldn't see the shape of the dumplings at all.