Daddy Creampies Daughter Novels & Stories

"I'm your stepmommy." Zanéh scrunched up her face further like the last word was a pungent smell in her nose. She eyed the lady up and down and settled back on her face. "You're white." Murda slowly rose back to her feet, dusting at her knees. It was obvious she didn't know what reply to give to that. Kiersey saw this as her cue to step in. "I take it you didn't know before? " Zanéh shrugged nonchalantly, popping at her gum. "I don't know, I just assumed Daddy . . . where's my daddy?" She glanced about with question, before settling back on Murda's face with an expression that could be likened to accusal.

She told her daughter after they had both devoured their ice cream. “Okay, Mommy,” Harper replied, giving her mother her full attention and looking so serious that Ava burst out laughing for a moment. The girl sometimes acted like one who was much older than her age. “So remember how you said you wanted a daddy?” “Yes, mommy. Are you going to marry Steve so he’ll be my daddy?” Harper asked excitedly. “Calm down, honey. No one talked about marrying Steve, but then, your real daddy wants to meet you.” “Oh … is he nice? Do you think he’ll like me? Do you think he’ll want to play with my dolls?”

“Yep! Daddy was busy!” “I bet he was,” Chris replied warmly, “Why don’t you share it with me?” He took the uneven pastry from her small hands and broke it in half, careful to not drip the juice that had exploded out of the pastry. He handed her her half before taking a small nibble. It was sickly sweet, but apart from that not the worst. For one so young he could see her easily following in her father’s footsteps. Apparently the combination didn’t taste all that bad. “It’s delicious,” he praised. She squealed, launching into his chest in a quick hug before running off.

It would give Katy a nice break, and she could have a nap when she put Heather down later. “May I have a movie, Daddy?” I cursed myself internally. “Daddy forgot the iPad, baby.” “Oh. Can we go back?” “No, Daddy will be late.” “Oh,” she said sadly. “How about we stop closer to the office, and I’ll get you a chocolate milk and a donut?” I bribed. “Okay,” she agreed. I was glad I’d dodged that bullet and listened as she chatted in her little voice about things she could see for a bit.

"Mama Birdie, Lily looks just fine to me. Isn't that right, honey?" "Oh yeah, we've been stuffing her with all kinds of food Nicky makes. Our daughter isn't malnourished. She is actually on her crave- OW!" Dad elbowed my other dad to shut him up. "Our daughter is healthy as a horse." I groaned and slapped my head with my hand. Dad just rolled his eyes as Daddy Wayne let out a nervous laugh that made his face looks simple-minded.

I muttered, glancing down at him, only to see the sadness in his eyes. "But this is for me." Fuck, this kid was good at emotional blackmail. "Fine." I frowned and he smiled happily, as if he hadn't just been near tears a few seconds ago. "Yes! Azura will love your crepes, Daddy!" "You get crepes for her on one condition. You don’t tell her that I made them, Deal?" "Deal!" He said very fast as he ran to get a tray. Great now I was cooking for her. Once the two plates of crepes were done, complete with Nutella and strawberries, I placed two glasses on the tray and was about to take the milk carton and a juice bottle out when Corrado grabbed the milk carton from me.

I got inside the shop that led to our house to meet him. " Dad!" I called. " Oh! You here. Have you eaten?" He asked putting frost on a cupcake. I didn't respond. I hugged him from behind. " Dad" I said again pouting. I know why I'm doing this. " Why are you like this? Grossly." He said. " Let go of me." This old man. I laughed inside. " Daddy's daughter is going to LA. Isn't it awesome?" I cooed. " Really? When?" He asked removing himself from my grip.

Zeke is the only one that's still affectionate towards dad. "I'll tell dad only if you calm down now," I said to her, mommy just raised an eyebrow at me. "I am calm down. Minda, let Chino come in." Mommy shouted, nanny Minda was struggling as she opens the door and a man who looked just my age entered, he was a paid stripper that mom bought, this is not new to me anymore but as I was looking at the stripper, I can tell that he's still new to the game because he looks so shy when he saw me with my mom.

It is a lure that can pull me in. "No, darling Aleen. You are not my daughter. You are my girl and I am your daddy." Stephane growls low in my ear and my belly turns to jelly. I feel the heat seep to my throbbing cunt, I hate how easy it was for him to rile me up. I don't know if I want to rip him to shreds or his clothes so I could jump him. He makes me mad. So mad. Out of control. All the conflicting emotions come out to play when I am in his arms.

“Big Daddy up!” He lifted her onto his lap effortlessly, pressing a kiss to her temple. The contrast never failed to steal my breath — this ruthless man who had once planned my complete acquisition now gently wiping yogurt from his daughter’s cheek. After breakfast, once the children were with the nanny, Damien took my hand and led me to his study. The door clicked shut with heavy finality. He didn’t speak at first. He simply pulled me against him, one hand cupping the back of my neck, the other sliding down to grip my ass possessively.