Daddy Princess Novels & Stories

Heat gathered in my core, and I closed my eyes, feeling so good right now. I loved the feeling of him inside of me, using me for his pleasure, submitting completely to him. “But that’s not true, right, princess? You’re not an innocent slut.” “No, Daddy,” I said. “What are you then?” he asked me. “Daddy’s dumb little whore.”

Then I saw the painting I painted for Dad when I was 3 or maybe 4. 🕸️ Flashback 🕸️️ "Daddy", Adrian called running down the stairs. "Yes, my princess. I'm here", her dad replied. "What does my princess need?" "Daddy, I missed you." "I missed you too darling but I had to go to Spain for business." "Daddy, did you buy me a present?", Adrian asked with glee. "Of course. Why won't I buy a gift for my princess?", her dad said and he beckoned to a maid to bring the box he brought. "Here you go princess, open it. Your gifts awaits."

“Really? I guess daddy was just too busy, sweetheart. What did you love buying the most?” “I love buying, Dolls!” Anya chirped and giggled. “And dresses! But I also liked candy and teddy bears. Daddy always let me have whatever I wanted. He always says money isn’t the issue because I’m a princess. His one and only princess!” From the front seat, Darla let out a small scoff, rolling her eyes as she stared ahead. Penelope ignored her and nodded at Anya. “Daddy is correct, Anya. You truly are a princess. You are not just his princess anymore. You are my princess too. Well, let’s see what catches your eye today.”

When she saw her mom, she sat up and said, "Mommy." "How are you, my Princess?" Shayla asked. "I've been by your side waiting for you. Are you okay?" She nodded, "Yes, I'm okay, mom. Where is Daddy? I had a bad dream about him." Shayla smiled, "Stop worrying so much about your daddy. He traveled, okay?" "Daddy is here," Valor said as he walked into the room. "Your Daddy is right here." When she heard Valor's voice, Princess became scared and hid behind her mom. However, Valor pulled her out and held her face, "Look at me, Daddy is right here."

I guess if he spanked me that hard last night, I didn’t notice because I was drunk. “I know, baby, but Daddy’s going to reward his princess, too.” He pulls me up and arranges me on his lap, my back facing his front. He drapes my knees on the outside of his, spreading me wide. “Does this pretty pussy need some attention from Daddy now?” “Y-yes,” I breathe as he taps my clit. He gives it a light slap and I jerk in surprise. It didn’t hurt, but I never knew it was a thing. “Put your hands behind your head, baby girl.”

He poked inside her, and his two fingers were covered with clear discharge. He brought his two fluid-coated fingers up in front of her, his eyes full of enjoyment as he looked at the embarrassed Emma, “Look at this, my daughter, so stimulated by daddy that you’re soaking wet. You truly are a naughty daughter. How does it feel? Very stimulating, isn’t it?” Emma was horrified by his form of address. Her face went pale, and she instinctively slapped away his other hand that was trying to touch her, “I am not your daughter... you can’t call me that.”

In the living room, the father and daughter were happily playing. A pile of building blocks and toys lay on the floor, and Jaclyn Dills's hands were elegant and nimble. He quickly assembled a spectacular castle, lifting Perry and placing him behind the castle. "This is Princess Perry's castle. Daddy did a great job, right?" Jaclyn Dills exclaimed with pride. Perry looked at him with admiration, then blinked his big eyes and slightly pouted, "Daddy is great, but why isn't there a prince? All the princesses in the castle have princes."

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.

“Do you know who I am?” “I don’t care,” Gianna shrugs. “I don’t care if you’re the queen of England. You tried to touch what is mine and that isn’t okay, so, I suggest that you mind your actions.” “Grant,” my fathers rumbles. “You better teach your wife properly where her place is.” “She knows,” I tell him, pulling Gianna closer. “Her place is right here beside me, and since it seems like we aren’t going to get anywhere and I’ve told you what I wanted, we will be taking our leave.”

We stayed joined against the counter until our breathing slowed, and then he eased out, and the warm slide of his come leaking onto the tile made my stomach tighten with filthy satisfaction. That same night, after my mother had returned and gone to bed, he came to my room again in the dark. The visit was quieter and more desperate, the risk of her waking only a few doors away making every thrust sharper. He pushed into me from behind while I stayed on my side and the slow deep strokes built until I came with my face pressed into the pillow to muffle the sounds. He filled me again and then stayed inside me until his cock softened, and only then did he ease out and leave me with the evidence o