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Young, Wild, and Free (Crusade and Mim)

Just the mere thought of Celia playing with herself while she waited for him to get the room was enough to make Willie want her even more, if that was possible. The sweet, innocent little thing had broken out of her shell in a big way and he reasoned it had something to do with the adrenaline from the night's events coupled with the fact that the two could actually be together.

Willie led his girl to their room, walking briskly since he was hard and he couldn't stand the fact that he wasn't balls-deep inside her pussy. When they entered the room, he closed and locked the door behind them. The room was pretty ordinary. A bed, a couple of nightstands and a desk. The bathroom would be explored later on. When Celia hopped onto the bed, Will smirked at her as he listened to his possible options. Yes, she was covered in Henry's blood, but hell if that wouldn't make all the sweeter.

Willie stood beside the bed and lifted off his tank top before proceeding to make quick work of the trousers he'd only moments earlier haphazardly done up to get the room. He tore them off in a frenzy, letting them fall with his underwear down to his ankles. Kicking them both free along with his boots, he reached down and grabbed hold of his cock, still slick with Celia's saliva and gave it a few pumps as if to tell it it was about to be in for a treat.

He stopped just as quickly as he started and lifted himself onto the bed. "You wear that blood well, baby," he said with a smirk as he reached down for her panties. "And just knowing that bastard might be watching me fuck his wife is going to make it even sweeter. Tell me who fucks you better," Willie said, licking his lips as he tugged the panties down, making quick work of them. Once they were off, he tossed them onto the floor, his hands grabbing hold of her knees to spread her legs wide for him.

"Mm, yeah, C. Tell me who you'd rather fuck this tight little cunt of yours," he added, the hunger in his eyes apparent as he gripped his cock and slapped the head against her folds, tapping it a few times against her clit before positioning it at her opening.

Enough teasing.

He needed to be inside of her. He needed to show Celia that she'd made the right decision. Not only was Willie going to take care of her in terms of her safety and financially and all that, but he also vowed to fuck her right as long as she wanted him. With a groan, Willie sent his hips forward, feeling that tight pussy of Celia's stretch the accommodate the thickness of his shaft. He took it slowly, inch by inch until almost his entire length was inside of her before drawing his hips back and thrusting again.

Once he felt like her body was acclimated to him again, he took no time rutting into her. He reached down and roughly grasped her breasts through her slip, looking down at her face as the sound of their skin colliding, the thick cock finding that tight, wet cunt echoed throughout the small motel room. Finally, the two of them could be proper lovers.
 
Just the mere thought of Celia playing with herself while she waited for him to get the room was enough to make Willie want her even more, if that was possible. The sweet, innocent little thing had broken out of her shell in a big way and he reasoned it had something to do with the adrenaline from the night's events coupled with the fact that the two could actually be together.

Willie led his girl to their room, walking briskly since he was hard and he couldn't stand the fact that he wasn't balls-deep inside her pussy. When they entered the room, he closed and locked the door behind them. The room was pretty ordinary. A bed, a couple of nightstands and a desk. The bathroom would be explored later on. When Celia hopped onto the bed, Will smirked at her as he listened to his possible options. Yes, she was covered in Henry's blood, but hell if that wouldn't make all the sweeter.

Willie stood beside the bed and lifted off his tank top before proceeding to make quick work of the trousers he'd only moments earlier haphazardly done up to get the room. He tore them off in a frenzy, letting them fall with his underwear down to his ankles. Kicking them both free along with his boots, he reached down and grabbed hold of his cock, still slick with Celia's saliva and gave it a few pumps as if to tell it it was about to be in for a treat.

He stopped just as quickly as he started and lifted himself onto the bed. "You wear that blood well, baby," he said with a smirk as he reached down for her panties. "And just knowing that bastard might be watching me fuck his wife is going to make it even sweeter. Tell me who fucks you better," Willie said, licking his lips as he tugged the panties down, making quick work of them. Once they were off, he tossed them onto the floor, his hands grabbing hold of her knees to spread her legs wide for him.

"Mm, yeah, C. Tell me who you'd rather fuck this tight little cunt of yours," he added, the hunger in his eyes apparent as he gripped his cock and slapped the head against her folds, tapping it a few times against her clit before positioning it at her opening.

Enough teasing.

He needed to be inside of her. He needed to show Celia that she'd made the right decision. Not only was Willie going to take care of her in terms of her safety and financially and all that, but he also vowed to fuck her right as long as she wanted him. With a groan, Willie sent his hips forward, feeling that tight pussy of Celia's stretch the accommodate the thickness of his shaft. He took it slowly, inch by inch until almost his entire length was inside of her before drawing his hips back and thrusting again.

Once he felt like her body was acclimated to him again, he took no time rutting into her. He reached down and roughly grasped her breasts through her slip, looking down at her face as the sound of their skin colliding, the thick cock finding that tight, wet cunt echoed throughout the small motel room. Finally, the two of them could be proper lovers.
 
Celia grinned as Willie ripped his clothes off, then her panties. Her garter still held around her waist, keeping her stockings from pooling around her high heels as she pulled her slip up to the middle of her stomach. She kissed his neck as he complimented how she looked in Henry's blood and pulled her knees apart, telling her to tell him who was better at fucking her.

"Mmm you do, baby," she groaned, gasping and arching her back a little as his cock slapped against her clit. "Mmm you fuck me so much better than he ever did, Willie. Ooooh yeah fuck me baby! Make me scream like he never could!"

Echoes carried around her neighborhood and people talked; Celia and Willie had never been able to be as loud as they wanted. But this was a motel in the middle of nowhere; they were almost expected to be loud and wild with multiple screaming orgasms. She closed her eyes and groaned in relief as his thick shaft finally gave her relief from her aching, soaked pussy. Once her tight cunt had gotten used to him and he began pounding her into the mattress, she moaned loudly and pressed her head back into the mattress.

"Ooooh yeah Will! Mm harder! Pound me baby...harder!" As he groped her breasts through her slip she reached up and pulled him down to press a hard, desperate kiss to his lips.
 
It was so refreshing not having to worry about his landlords listening in on what the two were doing. After all, the ruse they had set up was that Celia was teaching him how to read. Ordinarily, that scenario didn't involve fucking a married woman. Even though the sex was always unbelievable, it usually involved Willie having to place a hand over Celia's mouth to quiet her or him not being able to give her everything he had. It was as frustrating as it was satisfying.

But thankfully, they didn't have to worry about those caveats anymore. They were free to fuck where, when and how they wanted and Willie intended on taking full advance of that. When Celia told him to fuck her harder, Willie rightfully obliged. He kissed her back and as he did he just began rutting away, his hips slamming against hips, his cock pounding away at her cunt, filling her with every inch every time he thrust forward.

Willie finally pulled back from her lips and sent a trail of kisses down the length of her neck, his hips not slowing. The power of his thrusts had the bed rhythmically slamming against the wall and he was sure if he kept up that pace, they were sure to cause some damage. That was the last thing on his mind, though. Her tight little cunt had his cock in a vice-grip, one he wanted her never to relinquish. With a girl who seemed to share in his love of danger and violence who just so happened to be a minx in the bedroom, there was nothing more in life he needed than her.

Figuring Celia could probably use a little respite from the desperate way he was fucking her, Willie slowed his thrusts and then eventually eased his entire cock from her pussy. He glanced down at it. She was so wet. God, he loved that. Smirking as he found her eyes, Willie flipped onto his back beside her, grabbing the base of his cock to lift it skyward. He was still rock hard for her.

"Since you were the star tonight, baby, lemme see what you can do on top of me," he said, turning his head to the side so he could see her. There was something about relinquishing control every now and again that really spiced things up.
 
Celia had never been screwed so good in all her life. The room rocked back and forth and a loud moan accompanied each thrust as Willie rutted away, slamming her body into the thin mattress and the bed into the wall. She was certain she heard plaster crack at some point, but she didn't care. So what if they damaged a wall in a shitty little run-down motel? They'd just killed a man! She moaned against his lips as he kissed her back hard.

There was something sinisterly sexy about this...killing someone, taking a life, and using their death as an aphrodisiac. One part of Celia was scared by it, but a larger part really wanted to do it again. Willie could have never guessed that when he'd handed Celia that gun he'd unleashed something not even she knew was inside her. The battered woman had overcome her tormentor, and now she was angry at the world for letting him do it without even batting an eyelash. She wanted revenge on them. All of them. And it would begin with fucking the man she had killed her husband for before his body was even cold.

When her lover began to slow, Celia opened her eyes and turned her gaze down to his face. When he pulled out she pouted and whined needily. Her fingertips pawed at his hips, trying to bring him back to her as she sat back. Now she felt so...empty.

"Will...baby please..." she whined. She had almost been there. Her pout turned to a wicked grin, however, when he invited her to ride him to completion. Once she had gotten her strength back she sat up and swung her leg over his hips to straddle him. Finally taking her satin slip off so that she was clad only in her garter belt and back-seam stockings, Celia mounted her lover and slowly lowered herself onto him.

"Mmm..." the petite brunette moaned, closing her eyes and letting her head loll back. "Oooohhh God Will...Oh yeah...you're my sexy stallion, ain't ya?"
 
Willie could see a transformation slowly taking shape in Celia. Early on in their relationship, she was timid and very shy. It was a small miracle she had even agreed to have an affair. But gradually, it was as if he was rubbing off on her and that persona of hers was being molded into the woman he had on top of him in that moment. She was strong, she knew what she wanted and she took it. Riding her lover's cock wearing the blood of the husband she'd killed. He could hardly believe, but damnit if it wasn't the most refreshing change in the whole world.

"I'll be whatever you want me to be, honey. Just ride that fucking cock. It's all yers. Every goddamn inch," he said as he looked up at her body. He reached around and grabbed hold of Celia's ass, playfully slapping it. Arching forward, he seized one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it as he groaned against her flesh. He powered his hips upward when she brought them down, giving her as much of his cock as humanly possible. He just wanted to see Celia lose all inhibitions and ride him like she never had before. This side of his girl turned him on so much, he could hardly contain himself.

Pulling back from her breast, Willie brought his hands from her ass around to her hips, helping to guide her movements as his eyes found her own. "Fuck, baby. I love that cunt. Goddamn perfect," he groaned, licking his lips as he let his head fall back against the pillow. He wanted to take a moment and watch her ride him; watch those talented hips move so beautifully. Most all of, he wanted her to cum for him.

With her on top of him, Willie drew one hand between them. He turned his hand upward and let his fingertips find her clit as she moved. He began massaging it with the finger, concentric circles, adding more and more pressure the longer he was at it, adding every wrinkle he could to make it the best fuck of her life. He couldn't get enough of Celia or that body of a goddess she had. He loved that girl.
 
As Willie promised to be whatever she wanted and demanded she ride his cock, she obliged. Harder and harder she rode, driving him deep into her slick, hot cunt. As he reached up and sucked at her nipple she slid her hands into his hair and pressed his head harder against her. Leroy had once watched her feed their baby, when he was alive, and for some reason had decided it was disgusting for a man to do the same. It only made it that much better when Willie did it.

"Oooh God, all mine..." Celia moaned, clenching fistfuls of his hair.

When he moved his hands to her hips, she slowed but each thrust was harder. That was, until he moved his fingers to her clit. Then it was all over. She'd been slowly drawing closer and closer, and now she was nearly screaming in pleasure, riding Willie hard and fast as he rubbed her clit. Pulling his face up to look at her, when she looked into his eyes a fire could be seen that had never been there before. Celia pressed her forehead against her lovers, barely able to speak.

"Cum with me baby. Ooooh....uuugh God cum hard with me!"
 
Willie was feeling things he never had before and it was all thanks to Celia. The sex they shared in the past had always been good, but they had to restrain themselves so much because of the fact that he shared his home with others and what they were doing could've gotten them both killed. Now, with the threat of Henry long gone and only the authorities to worry about, they were able to properly go crazy and that's exactly what they were doing.

Will watched as his girl rode his cock like an expert. When she willed him to cum, he knew he'd be able to oblige. That thick cock of his had been throbbing within her tight cunt for a while and all it took was the combination of those velvety slick walls and her sultry voice to push him over the edge. With a groan, Willie dug his fingers into her hugs, his head pushed back against the pillow.

"Ahh fuck, baby," he called out, feeling rope after rope of his hot cum pounding her walls as he came hard for her. His body jolted beneath her, the whole climax causing his body to shake and spasm. He'd never gotten off quite like that. He had a feeling over the next few months, the two would be sharing a lot of firsts.
 
As Willie came Celia screamed, arching her back and throwing her head back as her slick walls clamped down hard on him. She managed to will her lips to form his name, projecting at the top of her lungs before as her orgasm subsided so did her voice. Slowly she grew quieter and quieter, gently repeating his name over and over like a gentle mantra. Eventually it became a panted whisper as her tightened muscles relaxed then gave out. She leaned against him again, still straddling him, with her forehead on his shoulder while she planted slow, gentle kisses on his neck.

The orgasmThere seemed to Celia to be two of her now. There was the old Celia, mousey and quiet and settling for suffering in silence with an abusive husband. That Celia was horrified at what she had done and was certain to surface sooner or later. Likely in the morning after the adrenaline had worn off. This Celia was wild and dangerous, and now she was free. She reveled in a savage sort of joy at what she had done and wanted more of the same. She had gotten off on killing Henry. She wanted to kill more men like him. It was the most powerful aphrodisiac she'd ever experienced, even more powerful than the secrecy of an affair. The orgasm that had overwhelmed her body had left her shaking, unable to move. It was incredible.

"Mmmm Will..." she moaned against his neck, her breath hot as she laid her head on his shoulder. "Please...oh God tell me it's gonna be like that from now on. Even if we gotta kill every wife beater from here to California." She grinned and giggled a little at the idea. Once she had gotten her strength back and was able to move she gently pulled away, his seed spilling onto the comforter as she gently eased off of his thick cock. "C'mon babe. Let's go clean up." She unhooked her garter straps and slid her stockings off.
 
"We can make that a goal," he said with a smirk. Hell, if killing some scumbags was going to make his girl fuck like that, he'd take them all out. Every last one of them. Willie was sad to see Celia free herself from his cock, but the sight of his seed spilling out of her cunt and finding its way to the comforter was comfort enough for him. He grinned and licked his lips, nodding at her suggestion. He groaned as he lifted himself up from the bed, giving Celia's ass a playful slap as she took off her stockings.

Willie went ahead into the bathroom ahead of her. The tub was large enough to fit the two of them, albeit tightly, so he got the water running, a thick steam quickly enveloping the room. He turned to look over his shoulder as he bent over the tub and licked his lips as he looked back at Celia. "You comin' or what, babe?" he asked, watching the tub slowly fill. He stifled a yawn and let the warmth of the water vapors awaken him.

Once the tub was sufficiently filled, he took a step in to gauge the temperature. It was perfect. He dipped himself down into the water, discreetly massaging his balls beneath the water just trying to keep the electricity of his climax free-flowing throughout his body.
 
Celia jumped and squealed when Willie slapped her ass playfully. She giggled and threw her second stocking across the room before slapping his ass back just as playfully. While Willie got the tub ready Celia took advantage of the separate toilet, closing the door between tub and toilet to clean herself up. Cum, after all, wasn't exactly a good match for water.

"I'm comin'," she called, running her fingers through her hair to get tangles out before stepping into the steamy bathroom. She made it through the steam just in time to see her lover lowering himself into the warm water and smiled. "You know how to draw a bath, babe," she complimented, sauntering over and swaying her hips as she walked, "but do you know how to clean a girl up?"

There was a face cloth by the other towels. Celia grabbed it as she lowered herself into the tub to straddle Willie's lap. Slowly she dipped it into the water, then worked it into a lather with some soap. She wiped down Willie's face and chest gently before wiping at her face and guiding his hand to her cheek. Henry's blood was still on her face and neck, and some had run down into her cleavage and dried there. It ran down her face again as she began to wipe her face clean of the dried, cracking blood.
 
"I'll try my best," Willie responded, taking the cloth from her as she brought his hand to her face. He scrubbed away the dried blood, watching it run down her chest and into the water below. He smiled at her the entire time, dropping the cloth down to her breasts to scrub at the caked on blood there as well. It was almost as if he was reliving what had happened earlier just in seeing the blood wash away the way it did. There was something almost sensual about the experience.

"I can't tell if I love you more wearing his blood or all nice and clean," he said with a smile, leaning forward to kiss Celia's lips before he dipped the other cloth into the water and began working it over her shoulders and down her arms.

"What do you think we should do next? What's the new plan?" He wanted to include Celia in his decision making processes as much as he could. After all, she was smarter than he was and she would be better at the logistics behind their endeavors.

"I say we rob this place when we leave. No sense in leaving here with less money than what we came with. Ya know?"
 
Celia moaned lightly and grinned as Willie tenderly cleaned her off. The dried blood, which had been starting to itch if she was honest, ran down her chest and floated over the water as if they'd just killed him. Henry was dead. The reminder made her chest flutter with excitement, and the slow, sensual way Celia's lover cleaned her husband's blood off of her skin was strangely erotic. She draped her arms over his shoulders and closed her eyes, smiling against his kiss.

"Plan?" Her eyes stayed closed but she raised her eyebrows a little. "Didn't really have a plan, baby. I just wanted that bastard gone." She leaned in and kissed his neck slowly, looking up when he suggested they rob the place. "Not a bad idea," she admitted, unable to argue with the logic, "but let's do it in the mornin', baby. I wanna sleep in a real bed before goin' on the lam. I'll switch our plates with his while you're...checking out." She giggled at the euphemism. "I seen motel clerks before, they take down the plates of every car that pulls in, just in case. He won't even try to report his own."

Celia smiled and kissed a line from Willie's neck down across his shoulder then onto his chest. Inside the old, innocent Celia railed at this monster created by her husband's death. But after so many years, she was finally free. She was never going back.
 
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