Daddy Princess Novels & Stories

There was a moment, where neither spoke, and he simply stared down at the soft, pink bottom spread across his lap, where nothing entered her mind except the soft languor that always follow an enormous orgasm. Then, "Daddy...?" "Hmm?" "Can I get up now?" He smiled, softly. "Still think you don't like men, princess?" She opened her mouth to concede, say what he wanted to hear, and paused, considering, then spoke. "Yes, daddy...I do."

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.

Zella “Christ!” He bellowed, his breathing growing ragged. Grey eyes burned fiercely as he stared down at me. “Fuck Princess, slowly,” I moaned, wrapping my mouth around the large tip. My mouth stretched to accommodate him, the delicious taste of him coating my tongue. His eyes narrowed into slits when I slid down the shaft a few inches more, taking more of him in my mouth. “Shit, just like that, baby girl,” He groaned. “Deeper. You can take Daddy deeper, princess. You were made for me. You were made for my hands, for my mouth, for me to possess, to fuck.”

The air seemed to freeze in an instant. Layson paused, frowning, his intense gaze locked on my face. He hadn't heard me address him like that in a long time. When I was a kid and first brought to his castle, I used to sweetly call him "Your Majesty". Later, once I understood the feelings I had for him, I refused to use that title anymore. Sometimes, I called him "my Alpha Daddy" or "Daddy", and sometimes, I was bold enough to call him directly by name, "Layson".

He stopped and tilted his head, his eyes sparkling as he looked at me. "Dad, do I look like a real prince?" I smiled and put down my coffee, pinching his soft cheek. "Of course. You're a prince, and you'll always be my little prince." "What about you, Daddy?" he asked, wrapping his arms around my neck affectionately. I looked out at the bright sunshine, my gaze firm yet tender. "I'm the king who protects his prince."

“Now spread your legs, princess. Daddy’s not asking twice.” The words rolled through me like smoke, thick and suffocating. His voice was too low, too dangerous, and it left no room for refusal. My body betrayed me anyway, knees parting against the cool sheets even as my mouth refused to form the word yes.

“Say it again.” “Daddy…” “That’s right Princess.” It felt so right, so natural to call him daddy. “Daddy please…make me cum! I’m so close!” I breathed, the naughty word making me clench deep inside me. Two thick fingers pushed inside me. I was so slicked that they slid in easily, and yet the stretch burned on my walls. “Daddy please!” I moaned, trembling all over. “Fuck. You’re so tight. Need to stretch you out properly,”

Dad: Princess, princess, Harshal: Yes Dadda Dad:: Princess, Today someone came to see you, with his family. So be yourself and confident, I know princess you are not ready for this but just try it once for my sake, please please don't get angry at me and them also, just be calm and answer them what they ask that's it ...nothing more is there in it ...

My belly is rounded now, full with the twins. Every so often one of them kicks. It's either a soft kick or a stronger roll that still steals my breath. Caspian’s palm settles over the curve as the last of my dress falls away. Zavian’s fingers trace the stretch of skin at my hip with careful reverence. “You’re so beautiful like this,” Caspian murmurs. Zavian kisses the side of my neck. “So beautiful.”

I couldn't burden her with my marital problems, let alone make her give up on love at such a young age. "Oh, honey. Not all men are like your Daddy. I have met many men who are nice and handsome. Maybe one day, when you grow up, you will meet a kind prince charming who will treat you right. That's if you want one. You can be a princess without a prince charming, okay?" Dawn pouted again. But she nodded while reaching out for one of the glasses of juice. "Okay, Mommy." A smile lifted one side of her lips. Her eyes became distant as she stared at the yellow liquid in the glass. "I wish Mr. Grey was my Daddy."