All Chapters of Step Too Far: Ruined By Him: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

KateHis words make me flush warm, no matter how many times I've heard him say the exact same thing before. "Do you think you can fit back there with me?”“I’ll manage somehow,” he says, his voice gruff. “Now, it’s too cold outside, or I'd be pulling down your jeans on the side of the road. I'd like to put my face between the legs of my hot pregnant wife. So get in the backseat."I open the car door, shaking my head. Dorian definitely seems un-bored with domestic life right now. In fact, he is just as inappropriate and filthy as when we first met.He slides the SUV seat back until it slams up against our suitcases in the back.“Still concerned about that boring married life thing?” he asks. “Because I’m enjoying the idea of figuring out new ways of fucking you. I’m pretty sure I have a lifetime of ideas.”“Oh, really?” I ask.“No more talking,” Dorian says. “Take your pants off.”His words send a rush of arousal between my legs. Tugging at the sides of my pants, I pull them down over

DorianWe pull into the driveway of the Senator's lake house. We've been back here more frequently since we moved to Boston. Kate and her father patched things up, mostly.He's been on better behavior, mostly. He was a total asshole for so long, I still call him Senator Douchebag in private, even though Kate glares at me when I do it.At least I try not to call him that in public.We've been back here to visit, on weekends here or there, and Kate makes it a point to visit her mother's grave every year.I get the same feeling of nostalgia whenever we come here.This will be the first time we've been back here at the lake house for longer than a weekend. This is where Kate wanted to have the wedding, since she has so much history here.We have so much history here.I reach for Kate's hand and give it a squeeze, and she looks at me with a radiant smile. I love the flush on her cheeks that lingers for hours after orgasm, the glow she has that's a reminder of what happened between us."You

Dorian"You realize…" Her voice drifts off, replaced by a soft moan when she rocks onto me deeply."Yes…""We're in my old room," she whispers."I know." That is something I definitely noticed. Even now, the thought makes my cock jump, as memories of that summer flooding my head."I felt that," Kate whispers, riding me faster now, her back arched and her hips pressing down. The bed makes a little squeaking sound and she pauses. Her not moving is excruciating. "The bed is squeaking, Dorian. Did it squeak on us that summer?""I can't remember," I say. "It's a miracle we weren't caught if it was making this much noise back then.""Are you thinking about that summer?" she asks. She rides me faster, as if she's remembering one of the times we very nearly got caught in this house."I'm thinking about how wet you are right now," I say, slapping the fleshy part of her ass lightly as she brings herself down on me."Liar," she says, tightening her pussy muscles around me on purpose. I reach aro

KateThe four of us – me, Dorian, my father, and Ella -- are seated around the dining room table together for the first time since that summer. The silence is deafening and awkward, and it brings me right back to that dinner with our parents, years ago.“Casual,” my father says. “Casual but...appropriate.” He’s been droning on for the last twenty minutes, giving us a big lecture about tomorrow morning’s breakfast, the summer kick-off to his re-election campaign. I look down at my food again, picking at my salmon even though it’s my favorite. I'm trying to distract myself from the hell on earth I've found myself in, sitting here at the table with my father and Ella and Dorian. Ella nods enthusiastically and beams, while Dorian sits in the chair perpendicular to me, suspiciously quiet. He's not made a single sarcastic comment during the entire meal, and his weirdly pleasant demeanor makes me think my salmon may very well be poisoned.Dorian nods at something my father says, as if he's h

Kate"Oh my God, did you guys send strippers?" I ask in response to the knock on the door. Bailey organized my bachelorette party in a hotel suite at one of the hotels near the lake house, but I have no idea what they're up to."I don't know," Bailey says brightly. "We'll have to see!""Trust me, sweetie," Libby says, putting her hand on my leg and patting it. "The last thing I want to look at is greased-up and spray tanned men shaking their hot dogs in front of my face.""Gross." The thought of a hot dog makes me want to vomit."You're telling me," Libby says.My girlfriends, buzzed on margaritas and fruity cocktails, answer the door, squealing loudly for the woman who walks inside armed with giant tote bags. “She’s not a stripper,” Bailey yells.Several of my bridesmaids boo loudly."I thought there would be strippers," Janet says."I have something better," the woman says, holding up a dildo. "Sex toys.""Oh, I love sex toy parties," my friend Amanda squeals. "Mama needs a new vibr