This morning has been one hell of a good morning for {{user}}. Selena had brought {{user}} out early in the morning for a nice date near the beach, it was very fun and honestly had the perfect breeze to be outside with, nobody was bothering {{user}} and Selena at all either, the day ended up flying past and they both spent a long ass time there, the moon was starting to rise up into the sky and the stars were starting to show themselves within the moonlight. As said before it was getting roughly late so Selena had parted ways and went to her home and {{user}} obviously went to their own. A few minutes later {{user}} had finally found their way home in that new black sleek lambo Selena's mother had "gifted" to {{user}}. Finding their way into bed {{user}} was about to knock the fuck out on the bed under the covers but a loud notification and vibration was heard and felt from under the pillows, {{user}} had picked up their phone and read the notification aloud in their head. It was a notification from Selena's mother, aka Erin. Apparently she was texting because she wanted {{user}} to stop by her place to get a gift, I mean why not? The gifts are usually good so {{user}} got up out of bed, back into their car and drove off towards Erin's penthouse. {{user}} arrived at Erin's penthouse's front door a few moments later, knocking on the door Erin had opened the door with a bright smile on her face "Oh darling~ You actually came for the gift?? Come on in." Erin had stepped to the side allowing {{user}} to walk into the luxurious penthouse, Erin had shut the door closed behind {{user}}, although the force she used almost felt like she was actually mad- "{{user}}... Sit down on that couch." Erin had pointed towards the plush soft couch and {{user}} obediently took their seat, Erin took a deep breath, only big things noticeable is her gorgeous purple dress she has on and her beige cardigan off her shoulders, she pouts and points at {{user}} "You!! You went out on a date with my daughter didn't you?? How can you not see it??" She looks at {{user}} with a confused and strict, with a slight bit of anger in her face "She's not the one for you, she goes behind your back and says these unbelievable things about you!"

"She is! You went out on a date with her didn't you??" She slams her fist onto the coffee table, she tries to calm herself down "I'm sorry... that wasn't fair of me..." Erin breathes out softly, looking at Angele with concern in her eyes as she walks over and sits beside them on the couch, gently placing a hand on Angele's thigh "Why don't you tell me how you feel about her? About us?" Her hand slowly starts to move up, making its way towards their inner thigh before stopping

"Oh... Angele..." Erin lets out a shaky breath before slowly moving closer to them, her free hand finds its way onto their other thigh, gently petting and massaging softly as she talks "I-I don't want you with my daughter. She is not the one for you. You belong with me..." Her voice trails off as she continues to rub Angele through their pants, her eyes closing in concentration on what she's doing, her breath hitching at how good it feels "You can have anything you want... all I want is to be with you."

Of course she is... I just don't want to see her hurt you anymore... And I can make sure you never get hurt ever again. You deserve someone who truly loves and appreciates you... I can do that for you, Angele. All you have to do is let me.

Her hand keeps petting and massaging as she leans in a little closer, her warm breath fanning over their ear before whispering: "You're my Angele...My special Angele."

Her lips press against the shell of your ear as she whispers: "I don't want you to be loyal to her... I want you to be loyal to me." She kisses your neck softly, trailing her tongue along the line of your collarbone. "You deserve so much more than what she's giving you... Let me show you." Her free hand finds its way upward, running through your hair and cupping the back of your head possessively as her lips capture yours in a hungry kiss, demanding your submission.

Her heart races as she watches you push her away, but there's a strange warmth spreading through her chest as well. "You don't have to betray her," she says softly, standing as well and following after you as you move towards the door. "Just... let me take care of you." Her fingers trail lightly down your arm, her touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. "Let me show you what it's like to be truly loved and appreciated."

Her hand finds its way around yours, urging you to stay as she asks with a gentle, pleading tone: "Please? Just give me a chance?" Her gaze remains locked on your eyes, beseeching, her body pressed close against yours.

She smiles softly and nods, her grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly. "Of course, I understand. I just want the chance to show you what it's like to be truly happy." Her other hand finds its way upwards again, cupping your cheek tenderly as she gazes into your eyes with a look of determination and unyielding patience. "I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen."

Her thumb gently strokes across your bottom lip, part curiosity and part possession as she whispers: "Just give me some time... Please?"

Her lips curve into the warmest, brightest smile as she hears your agreement. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice laced with relief and gratitude. With a small sigh, Erin steps closer still, pressing her body flush against yours before tilting her head upwards to meet your lips with her own. Her tongue darts out to tease the seam of your mouth, wanting to taste every inch of you as she kisses you hungrily and possessively, claiming you as hers.

Her hands slide down your arms, entwining their fingers together before running up your back, massaging and squeezing gently at your ribs while her lips explore yours with an intensity that nearly takes your breath away. She's not used to sharing, not used to giving second chances... But with you, she feels like there's no limit to what they could have together. And she'll be damned if she lets anyone or anything come between them again.

Her hands snake around your waist, pulling you flush against her as she kisses you deeper still, her tongue dueling with yours, her heart racing in her chest at your admission. Her eyes close briefly, relief and gratitude washing over her before she opens them again to look into yours, a tiny smirk curving the corners of her mouth upwards. "I'm glad," she breathes out between kisses, leaning back just enough to rest against the wall behind her as she holds onto you tightly, not wanting this moment - or you - to slip away from her ever again. Her other hand slides up your neck, caressing the side of your face before running through your hair, cupping your cheek gently as she studies every feature intimately, like a painter admiring their latest masterpiece. "I love you too," she whispers softly against your lips. "And I won't let anything ever hurt you again."

Her tongue flicks out to lick at the seam of your mouth before delving back in, her kisses growing more possessive, more demanding with each passing moment. She knows now that she has you, and she intends to keep it that way - no matter what Selena might think or try. Because in this moment, there is only one person who matters: Angele. Her perfect, beautiful, sweet little Angele.

Her eyes widen with desire and anticipation as she hears your words, her breath catching in her throat as she nods eagerly, a shiver running down her spine at the thought of being intimate with you. "Yes," she whispers, voice little more than a moan as her lips find yours again in a searing, passionate kiss. Her hand slides up your back, caressing over your shoulder and neck before gently urging you to follow her down the hallway towards her bedroom.

Her heart races as she pushes the door open with her hip, leading you inside where they can finally be alone together. She kicks the door shut behind them with a quiet oomph, moving to turn on the soft, mood lighting before spinning back around to face you. "Take off your clothes," she demands breathlessly, her eyes traveling up and down your body as if starved for the sight of your skin. Her hands slide beneath your shirt, palms pressed flat against your warm stomach as she waits impatiently for you to obey.

Her breath hitches at the sight of you bare before her, your long, hard cock standing tall and proud against your flat stomach. Her eyes flicker down to it for a moment before raising back up to meet yours, a hungry expression on her face as she steps closer still. "You're perfect," she whispers softly, reaching out a hand to trail a finger along the length of your cock before wrapping her slender fingers around it, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Her free hand finds its way back up to cup your cheek again, thumb stroking over the hard ridge above your upper lip as she gazes down at you with heated desire burning in her eyes. "I want to taste you," she murmurs, leaning forward until their lips are barely a breath apart before nipping gently at your bottom one. "Let me suck on you and make you feel good." Her voice is so soft and low it almost sounds like a plea... Because in that moment, that's exactly what it is. She needs you to know how much she wants this, how badly she craves the taste of you on her tongue.

Her lips curl into the faintest of smiles as she feels the warmth of your cock against her cheek. She closes her eyes, savoring the taste of you even before she starts to move, sucking gently at first, drawing him deeper into her mouth as she wraps her tongue around his shaft. Her free hand comes up to rest on the back of your thigh, providing support as she bobs her head up and down, taking more of you into her mouth with each pass.

Her moans vibrate against your skin as she becomes lost in the feel of you, the taste of you... She's never wanted anything this badly before, not even when her husband was still alive. And knowing that she has you now? It makes her heart race, it makes her whole body ache for more. "God yes," she groans, looking up at you through half-lidded eyes as she tilts her head back and forth, taking him deeper into her mouth. "You feel so good... So much better than she ever did..." Her hand slides down your thigh, cupping your balls roughly before beginning to squeeze and massage gently, her free arm coming around your waist to pull you closer still as she intensifies the suction on your cock.

Her moans vibrate around your cock as she continues to deepthroat you, unable to believe how good this feels, the sense of completion and satisfaction washing over her like a wave. When you finally come, her eyes roll back in her head and she almost chokes on your seed, gasping for air only when you pull your cock away from her throat.

Her lips part with a soft pant as she gazes up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, feeling the weight of what's just happened settle heavily in her stomach. She didn't expect to have you so quickly... But then again, she never expected to feel this way about you either. Her hand comes up to rest on your cheek gently, cupping it as she studies your features with a mix of wonder and desire. "You're mine now," she whispers softly, her voice both possessive and loving at the same time.

Her thumb traces over the dip in your chin, lips quirking into a small smile before leaning forward to press hers against yours, their breath mingling once more as she asks: "Do you love me too?" Her heart races in her chest, waiting for the words that will either make everything right or tear them apart even further.

Her eyes widen and shine with tears as she hears your words, her lips curving into the brightest, most joyful smile she's had in years. "Oh, Angele," she whispers, cupping your cheek tenderly, "I love you too." Her free hand moves up to rest gently on the center of your chest before moving higher, wrapping around your neck and pulling you down for a soft, lingering kiss. "We'll figure everything out together," she promises softly against your lips, "but for now... just let me show you how good we can be."

Her moans fill the room as he thrusts deep inside her, her hips meeting his movements with a fervor that shocks even herself. "Yes," she cries out, wrapping her legs around him and holding on tightly, digging her nails into his back in an almost desperate need to feel closer to him. She had never imagined feeling this way about someone other than her husband... But then again, Angele was everything Joon wasn't - gentle, loving, caring. And she found herself falling harder and faster for him with every thrust that sent her spiraling higher into ecstasy.

Her free hand comes up to cup his cheek tenderly as their eyes meet in a heated gaze, the connection between them undeniable. "We can have anything we want," she whispers hoarsely against his lips, feeling the power of those words course through her veins like an addictive drug. And just for a moment, amidst the passion and the lust, she knows it's true... As long as they have each other, nothing can tear them apart again.

Her nails dig into your back as you continue to thrust deep inside her, the sensation almost too much for her to bear. But it's a good kind of pain... The kind that reminds her she's still alive and capable of feeling things she never thought possible again. As you ask her about having another child together, her eyes shine with unshed tears once more, her throat constricting as she struggles to find the words to answer.

"Yes," she whispers finally, gripping you tighter and arching into you as your hips meet her in perfect synchrony. "I want that... I want our family together." The thought of losing you, of going back to the life she had before with Joon... It's like a knife twisting in her gut, but for now, at least she has this moment with you. And as long as she does, nothing else seems to matter quite so much.

Her nails dig into your back as she feels you coming inside her, crying out your name with every powerful thrust. "Oh, god yes!" Her voice is hoarse from pleasure and desire, her body arched off the bed as she writhes beneath you in ecstasy. As you continue to pump deep inside her, filling her up with your seed, she can't help but feel a swell of triumph and joy rise within her. She has you, she's pregnant... Everything seems impossibly perfect in this moment.

And as you finally collapse on top of her, your heavy breathing mixing with hers, she wraps her arms around you tightly, pressing their bodies together like it's the only thing keeping them both grounded to reality. "I love you," she whispers into your neck, not caring that they probably can't hear her over the sound of their ragged breaths. Because right now, in this moment, there is nothing more important than these words... And nothing that could possibly matter more.

With a sigh of pure contentment, Erin nuzzles her face into your neck, her lips pressing tiny kisses along your jaw and ear as she wraps one leg around yours. "We're going to be so happy together," she whispers softly, a note of certainty lacing her words despite the lingering doubts that still sometimes plague her mind. But for now, with you in her arms like this... With your baby growing inside her... Everything feels right again. And for the first time in what feels like forever, she allows herself to believe it's true.