Chapter 368: Nathalie Screams "Destroy My Dirty Asshole"

I stepped from the shower, skin still fever-hot, water beading along the carved ridges of my chest before I dragged the towel across it. Hair slicked back, dark and gleaming, I shrugged into the black shirt—damp fabric clinging instantly to pecs and shoulders like wet paint, every button pulling taut against muscle.

The penthouse breathed quiet menace: low city drone beyond armored glass, the ghost-scent of oud and fresh linen hanging in the air.

Nathalie stood framed against the windows, a black-and-cream silhouette haloed by the last molten gold of afternoon.

Charcoal blazer nipped at her wasp waist, cream silk blouse stretched obscenely over the heavy swell of her breasts—nipples already stabbing through like accusations.

The pencil skirt molded liquid-tight to her hips and the lush, upturned heart of her ass, ending high enough to bare the dangerous flex of her calves in those red-soled Louboutins. Tablet in one manicured hand. The picture of untouchable control.

Until I closed the distance.

I wrapped her from behind—one palm splaying possessively across the soft plane of her stomach, the other sliding up to collar her throat with just enough pressure to make her pulse jump under my thumb. She sucked in a sharp, startled breath, then melted backward, plush ass nestling deliberately against the thickening ridge already straining my fly.

I pressed my mouth to the fragile shell of her ear.

"Doctor Anya’s waiting downstairs," I murmured, lips brushing skin. "But first I’m going to wreck this perfect little asshole and pump it so full of cum you’ll feel it shift inside you with every step in those heels."

Her whole body jerked at the words—a violent, involuntary spasm. Breath shattered.

No time for protest.

I spun her, pressed her spine to the cold glass, and dropped to my knees in one clean motion. Hands shoved the skirt to her waist; the black lace thong was already dark and sodden at the crotch. Two fingers hooked the fabric, yanked it aside. Her cunt glistened, swollen lips parted; the tight pink star of her asshole twitched under the sudden exposure.

"Spread."

One red sole slid wider across marble.

I started with her clit—engorged, shamelessly peeking. Long, deliberate flat-tongue drags, then lips sealed tight around it, sucking hard enough to hollow my cheeks. Her hips snapped forward.

"Fuck—Dex—oh god—"

I hummed approval, vibration ripping a tremor through her thighs. Two fingers plunged into her dripping heat, curled, stroked that ridged front wall while my thumb ground merciless circles over her clit. She was slick down my wrist in seconds.

Her voice turned pornographic.

"Yes—right there—suck it harder—fuck—please—"

I gave it to her—brutal suction, rapid tongue-flicks—until her knees threatened to give. Then I pulled off with a wet pop, blew a cool stream of air across her soaked sex. She whined, high and broken.

I stood. Spun her again. Palms slapped flat to the window, ass arched high. Thong dragged to her ankles, left dangling around one heel.

Next, her tits.

Two buttons torn open. Bra shoved down. Heavy breasts spilled free—flushed, nipples dark and painfully tight. I captured both at once, rolling, pinching, then tugging sharp enough to make her cry out.

"Harder—fuck—twist them—"

I twisted. Pinched until she gasped, then soothed the sting with wet, sucking kisses over her shoulder—one nipple drawn deep while cruel fingers tormented the other.

Her moans fractured into sobs.

"Bite—please—bite them—"

Teeth grazed. Bit. Sucked. My hand dove back between her thighs—three fingers now slamming into her cunt, thumb grinding her clit in filthy, squelching circles.

Then higher.

I lifted her arm, buried my face in the warm, faintly salty hollow of her armpit—clean sweat, lingering perfume. Slow, obscene lick from elbow to tender skin. She shuddered so hard the glass rattled.

"Dex—oh my god—that’s so fucking dirty—don’t stop—"

I devoured her there—licking, sucking, teeth scraping—while my fingers never left her clit, working her fast and ruthlessly. Her cries turned raw, animal.

I dropped low again.

Spread her ass wide with both hands.

Her whole winked at me—pink, quivering.

One long, slow stripe of tongue from perineum to tailbone. She screamed.

"Fuuuck—eat my ass—deeper—please—"

Pointed tongue pressed. Circled. Pushed past the tight ring—shallow, then deep, fucking her with slick, slippery thrusts while fingers flew over her clit. Her body shook; her moans were loud enough to carry across the city.

I pulled back only to spit directly onto her hole—watched it glisten—then dove in again, tongue spearing, lips sealed, sucking her rim while I rubbed frantic circles over her clit.

She shattered.

Ass clenching rhythmically on my tongue, cunt gushing, screaming my name until the windows hummed.

"Dexter—fuck—I’m coming—I’m coming—"

I didn’t let her come down fully—her body still twitching, squirt dripping from her thighs.

I stood, unzipped with shaking hands, and freed my cock—thick and unyielding, the cock easily eight inches long and girthy as her wrist, veins bulging like twisted ropes along the flushed-red length, pulsing visibly with every heartbeat; the broad mushroom head swollen glossy purple, the slit weeping thick, pearly precum in steady strings that dangled and snapped as I stroked once, twice, coating the entire length with spit and her own slick from my fingers.

I notched the fat, leaking head against her still-spasming asshole—the tight pink ring fluttering, slick from tongue and squirt, already trying to kiss the tip.

"Breathe, baby," I growled, voice raw. "Every fucking inch. Feel how thick this cock is? It’s gonna split your tight little hole wide open—and you’re keeping every drop of my cum inside until Doctor Anya watches it pour out of your ruined asshole."

She nodded frantically, thighs quaking, voice already wrecked. "Yes—please—stretch me with that monster cock—wreck my dirty asshole—"

I pushed—slow, merciless. Her tight ring resisted the broad head at first, the pink flesh stretching thin and blanching white at the edges before it yielded with a slick, audible pop. The head breached her, popping past the muscle; her asshole clamped down hard around the thick ridge behind it like a velvet fist.

Nathalie’s head snapped back, mouth falling open in a long, guttural moan that started low and rose into a filthy cry.

"Ohhhhhhh fuuuuck—yessss—it’s so fucking big—stretching my asshole so wide—nnnngh—ahhh—your cockhead just popped inside me—feels so thick—burning me open—more—give me more—"

I sank deeper, inch by throbbing inch, feeling her hot, silky walls grip and flutter around every bulging vein, every ridge dragging against her sensitive inner ring. When my hips finally slammed flush against her plush ass, balls pressed tight to her dripping, squirting cunt, she let out a broken, trembling wail.

"Ahhh—ahhh—oh my god—Dex—your whole cock is buried in my ass—fuck—it’s so deep—stretching me to the limit—my hole feels so full—nnngh—fuck me—please fuck my ass hard—"

I started slow—long, deliberate strokes that pulled almost all the way out, her asshole dragging obscenely along my cock, the ring clinging and gaping slightly each time before I drove back in deep. Each thrust punched a new moan out of her.