Daddy's Sleeping Princess: Volume 3

I carefully turned the doorknob, ensuring no sound escaped as I slipped into my daughter’s bedroom. The room was shrouded in darkness, save for the faint glow of her nightlight. There she lay, fast asleep, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm beneath the covers. I’d done this countless times before—over a thousand, to be precise—but each time still sent a thrill through me. I’d raised her for 27 years, and for the past 7, I’d fucked her in her sleep. My love for my little girl was boundless, and the thought of being so close to her like this quickened my pulse.

I placed my bag down and retrieved two small cameras. I positioned one on a tripod near the head of her bed, adjusting it to capture her face as she slept. The other, I held in my hand, placing it behind her pillow where I would soon lie. As I climbed into bed beside her, I couldn’t help but admire her beauty. Her long white hair spread across the pillow, her delicate features bathed in the soft light. She looked like an angel, completely unaware of the love her father held for her.

“My sweet, perfect girl,” I whispered, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I can’t believe I get to call you mine.”

I settled in beside her, taking care not to disturb her peaceful slumber. My arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close to me. I let out a content sigh as I felt her warmth against me, her body fitting perfectly against my own. This was our secret little ritual, something we had been doing since she was of age.

At first, it had begun innocently – I would sneak into her room late at night, simply wanting to watch over her as she slept. But as time passed, the feelings I had developed for her grew stronger, until I knew I couldn’t deny them any longer.

And so, every night, I came to her room, watching her sleep and reveling in the feeling of being close to her. And sometimes, when I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer, I would allow myself to touch her, to feel the softness of her skin beneath my fingers.

But no matter what I did, I never woke her up. I didn’t want to ruin the magic of these moments, the peaceful bliss that seemed to radiate off her as she slept. It was our special bond, something that only we shared.

As I lay there, watching her, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for her presence in my life. So many people took their families for granted, never truly appreciating the time they had together. But I wasn’t one of those people. I cherished every moment with my little girl, even if it meant defying societal norms and risking everything for our taboo love.

“One thousand and seventy-six times,” I whispered, pressing another kiss to her forehead. “That’s how many nights I’ve been here beside you, my love. And I wouldn’t give up a single one for the world.”

As much as I wanted to stay wrapped in her embrace all night, I couldn’t resist the urge to take things further. Carefully, so as not to wake her, I began to slip her clothes away, revealing inch after inch of smooth, flawless skin.

Once she was bare, I allowed myself a moment to admire her, taking in the curves and lines of her body. She truly was a masterpiece.

Slowly, deliberately, I removed my own clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. I crawled back into bed beside her, my skin prickling with anticipation as I aligned my body with hers.

Without hesitation, I slid my cock between her pussy lips, relishing the sensation of her warm wetness embracing me. I paused for a moment, savoring the feeling, before beginning to thrust gently, losing myself in the rhythm of our bodies moving together.

Despite the taboo nature of our relationship, I couldn’t bring myself to feel guilty about what we were doing. To me, this was simply an expression of the deep love and connection we shared. There was nothing wrong with wanting to be close to someone, especially when that person was my own flesh and blood.

As I continued to move inside her, I couldn’t help but whisper words of love and adoration. “You feel so good, my darling,” I murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.”

She stirred slightly, mumbling something unintelligible in her sleep. A flicker of worry crossed my face, but I quickly pushed it aside. Surely, she wouldn’t mind too much if she knew how much I cared for her, right?

I redoubled my efforts, fucking her harder and deeper than before. With each thrust, I felt myself growing closer to the edge, the tension building within me until it threatened to spill over.

It’s time. I reluctantly pulled out of her warm, welcoming pussy and rammed my cock into her tight ass. She screamed awake, and I could imagine the way her eyes sprang open, and her mouth fell agape.

“One thousand and seventy-seven,” I whispered into her ear, a grim smile playing at the corners of my mouth. “That’s how many times it took to fuck you awake.”

I covered her mouth with my hand, muffling her screams as I pushed myself the rest of the way inside her. Her tears spilled over, streaming down her cheeks as she whimpered against my palm. 

“D-d-d-daddy?” she questioned through little quivers in her voice. My daughter never knew how much of a daddy dom I was, or how much her daddy loved having his little girl.

“Shhh,” I pulled out, only to tear her apart once more when I shoved my fatherly cock back inside her. “That’s it, babygirl. Daddy will fuck you no matter what. I’m here.”

I told her what I’d been doing to her all along…

I won’t have to envision her devastation.

I’ll have it all recorded tonight.