Morgan lay back on her bed with a small smile on her lips as she read the latest text from her boyfriend. It was nothing amazing, just a sweet complaint about having to practice and missing seeing her. But it was enough to make her heart beat a little faster inside.  

She tossed the phone down and stretched out her body, trying to shed some of the tension that had built up while she was studying. Since the night Rabbit had asked to keep her, they had been dating steadily, though simply. Going to get coffee before classes, meeting in the cafeteria for lunch, going to the library to study together, and of course going back to his place at night. 

She could hardly believe it was real. She kept expecting to wake up and find out it was some huge frat game to mess with her. But no, all the frat had embraced her as one of them. She’d been given a key to the main door and Rabbit’s room. "A huge honor," she was told, amid their laughter and cute welcoming ceremony. 

Morgan hadn’t had to use the keys yet since Rabbit was almost always with her or waiting for her when she went there. But she’d made new friends with the other players' girlfriends, and Cassie had even dragged her to one of his games. Rabbit gave her his jersey to wear, and she’d had so much fun packed into the huge crowd watching him play. She counted that as another date, since they were technically in the same place. 

But tonight, tonight was a real date. He had something special planned, and he was intent on surprising her. He’d just told her to get cleaned up nicely, and he’d take care of everything else. She heard the door and started to sit up when she heard Cassie answering it, so she lay back down again. She’d been pondering what to wear for over an hour now and was no closer to deciding. 

A knock on her door made her look up as Cassie pushed open the door, holding a large flat box in her hands. 

“You got a package,” Cassie said, tossing onto the bed. “What did you order?”

“Nothing?” Morgain said, confused. She was broke; she never bought anything online she could find in a thrift store cheaper.

"Ooh, a present," Cassie whispered with a dramatic shake of her hands. “Secret admirer!”

Morgan laughed and tugged the card off the box and opened it. Rabbit’s familiar scroll covered the paper. 

“Not so secret.”

“A lovely gift for the lovely lady, wear this for me tonight, please.” - Rabbit

“Ooh sexy underwear,” Cassie guessed with a smirk. 

“If he bought me sexy underwear, I’m going to smack him." 

Morgan giggled as she pulled off the wrapping paper and opened the box. They both froze as they took in the occupants. 

“So pretty,” Cassie breathed, and her hand reached out involuntarily before she pulled it back. 

A long, elegant velvet red dress lay nestled in the box, its sleek lines and soft texture just begging to be touched. Morgan almost held her breath as she reached in and pulled out the dress. It flowed to its full length, and both girls let out a little sigh of admiration. Two thin spaghetti straps held the dress that would drape across her curves perfectly, melding to her body. A long slit on the side would give a dramatic view of her legs when she walked. It would fully cover her body, yet it was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen, much less worn. 

Another note rested on the bottom of the box with a smaller box below. She picked up the card and read it. 

“You might already have something like this, but the store manager recommended these specifically for the dress. So I’m a fan of better safe than sorry. I hope you love the dress as much as I love the idea of seeing you in it.” - Rabbit

She opened the box and stared in confusion at the small roll of skin-toned adhesive tape inside, and she glanced at Cassie. Cassie looked and saw and burst out laughing. 

“You’re going to have to kiss him and smack him," she chortled. 

“What is this for?”

“It’s boob tape, darling. To wrangle your girls so you aren’t falling out of that lovely dress. Because no bra is going to not show with that neckline.”

Morgan blushed and noticed a piece of paper under the tube, and she grabbed it and found it was instructions on how to wear the tape based on the dress style. Someone, the store manager she assumed, had circled a particular one and made a few notes on how to achieve good form when using the tape. 

“How can he be so amazingly romantic and then so…Rabbit.”

***

Morgan walked down the apartment steps and onto the curb outside. The sky was just starting to dim as the sun set, and the bright red sky made the wine-red dress she wore practically glow. A small simple necklace adorned her neck, and she wore her long dark red hair in loose curls. Two tiny diamond earrings created a hint of sparkle in the light. She held a small black-and-gold clutch purse in her hands, and she stared at the limousine in front of her. 

The driver opened the door, and Rabbit stepped out in front of her. She watched as he took her in, and a deep, sultry smile crossed her lips. He looked like he wanted to ravage her right here on the curb. His eyes burned on her skin as he took in every inch of her. From her golden high heels to her eyes, he drank her in like a mirage in the desert. 

He reached out to her and took her hand in his, and bending over in a formal bow, he kissed her hand. 

“You look breathtakingly enchanting this evening, Kitten.”

She chuckled softly and took in his solid black shining silk dress shirt that was partially unbuttoned so she could see his chest. A simple black suit jacket hung open, showing off his body to her. He wore solid black dress pants and black boots. He looked like a tall, dark, and handsome man come to sweep her off her feet. A simple cross on a necklace hung around his neck, and she smiled as she reached out and tucked it into his shirt. 

He smiled and wrapped his arm around her, guiding her to the vehicle and helping her inside. His hands were teasingly brushing up the slit of her dress as he helped her get seated. She smacked him lightly, and he laughed as he sat next to her, and the driver shut the door behind him. Soon the vehicle was on the move. 

Morgan took in the luxury around her with open eyes and a wide smile. She’d never ridden in a limo before; even at her prom, she’d just gone in her then-boyfriend's regular car. Sitting here now with this handsome man beside her was almost unbelievable to her. Her eyes grew even wider when the car pulled up in front of La Dolce Vita, one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city. The doorman opened the vehicle door and extended an arm to assist her exit. Rabbit followed her out, taking her arm gently in his own as he escorted her inside. 

The maitre’d met them as they entered and escorted them to a small romantic table on the quiet side of the restaurant. Beautiful candles were glowing in dim lighting, and Morgan smiled as Rabbit pulled out her chair and helped her sit down at the table. 

Within moments of sitting down, the waitress appeared at their table, her formal suit making her look severe yet professional with her hair pulled back into a tight bun. She placed two glasses of iced water on the table in wine glasses and offered the menu to them both. She quietly pointed out the chef’s specialties and the recommended wine. 

Rabbit agreed and ordered the special, and Morgan hesitated but ordered a simple spaghetti dish. The waitress nodded elegantly and disappeared into the rear of the restaurant. Morgan was admiring the room with pleasure when a young man in a suit appeared at their table. He elegantly showed Rabbit the bottle of wine in his hands and then opened and decanted a small portion for Rabbit to taste. 

She watched fascinated as Rabbit and the sommelier went through an almost ritual of appreciation before the young man filled their glasses and returned to his station. 

“That was amazing,” she whispered to him, leaning closer so no one could hear her. 

“My parents were regular folks, but they loved to go out at least once a month for a fancy meal. I was taught at an early age how to appreciate the setting and behave correctly.’ Rabbit quipped with a small smirk on his lips. 

Morgan giggled softly and tasted the wine, an odd look coming to her face. It was her first time trying wine, and she’d expected it to taste sweet. But it was a different flavor, an almost sour or bitter taste on her tongue. 

“You don’t like the wine?” Rabbit asked, taking a small drink of his own. 

“I’ve never had it before; I thought it would be sweeter.” 

“Ah, there are sweet wines. This is Chianti. So it has a more tart flavor. You’ll find it pairs nicely with your red sauce.”

“Your mom taught you about wines too?”

“She did, though my dad had some say. He liked to try different flavors with different foods and meals. So they had quite a collection growing up.”

“You always say they’re just regular folks, but what do they do?"

"Oh, my dad is the high school football coach.” He said with a quick smile. “He still watches every one of my games and calls me to go over the way I play. My biggest fan and critic. My mom is actually a registered nurse. Which is why you having a nursing major fascinated me so much.” 

"Oh, and why you were so surprised I was looking for stable money, not a career, saving people?" Morgan said with a blush spreading on her cheeks.  

“Yup,” Rabbit said with a quick nod of his head. “I also have a younger sister who's in college right now studying to be a vet and an even younger sister who is at home tormenting my dad by loving soccer more than football.”

They both laughed, and soon their food was delivered, and they began to eat. She was surprised to find that Rabbit was right; she enjoyed the wine much more after she’d eaten the pasta than without it. The tart flavor seemed to balance the sauce beautifully. They finished their meal, and as they left the restaurant, the limo pulled up beautifully in front of them. 

She expected them to head back to his place or hers, but instead the vehicle pulled up to stop at the well-lit entrance of a huge and beautiful hotel. 

“Hotel?” she asked softly, glancing at him. 

“Mm, yes,” Rabbit answered with a smooth smile as he watched the doorman help her from the vehicle. 

“I’ll have your bags delivered shortly," the man said as he handed her over to him with professional prowess. 

“No hurry,” Rabbit replied, slipping a tip into the man’s hand. “We may be otherwise distracted.”

“Rabbit,” she said his name like a curse as she glared at him. Rabbit chuckled and kissed her cheek softly as she blushed. 

“Just warning the poor bellboy,” Rabbit said with a smirking grin. 

“Why do we even have luggage?”

"Oh, did you want to wear this dress all weekend?” Rabbit asked. ”Of course I don’t mind if you go without it either.” 

“All weekend.” 

“Indeed, I booked the penthouse suite for us to enjoy for the whole weekend.” He leaned in and wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her lightly. “You need a chance to relax and not think about school or work a while.” 

Stunned she followed Rabbit as he led the way through the lobby to an exclusive VIP elevator on the far side of the room. The employees of the hotel all greeted him and welcomed them both as they traveled. The elevator man had the door opened and waiting for them before they had fully arrived. She blushed slightly at the attention and buried herself into his arms. 

In the back of her mind, she couldn’t get over how natural Rabbit appeared under all this attention. While she was feeling like the two-dollar prostitute he’d picked up from the street corner outside. Her unease grew as he led her from the elevator to the penthouse and they entered the massive suite. Her grip unconsciously tightened on his arm, and she stared at the huge bank of windows and the massive balcony that took in the city skyline. The room itself was decorated in beautiful wood lines and looked like how she assumed millionaires decorated their homes. 

When a hit of panic was about to overtake her, she felt Rabbit let out a great sigh and relax against her. He pulled her into his arms and embraced her into a deep cuddle. 

“Rabbit?”

“Sorry, I hate places like this that treat you like you’re some kind of performing bear.”

He stood up, stepped back, let out a great shake, and then tugged off his suit jacket and tossed it over the back of a chair. He tugged open his shirt a few buttons and let out a relieved breath. She felt a little giggle coming from her throat as she watched him drop all the mannerisms he’d adopted throughout the evening. This here, this was her Rabbit. 

“Oh baby, god, you look so good in that dress,” his voice crooned out as he reached out and boldly stroked his hands on the velvet dress, cupping her breasts firmly and squeezing them teasingly. “I’ve wanted to do that all evening," he moaned and leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers, and she embraced his kiss fully, forgetting all her unease. 

As they kissed, he guided her, and they slowly, step by step, kiss by kiss, moved to the balcony. He placed her calmly onto the furniture there and pressed himself against her, almost pulling her into his lap. His hand slid into the slit of her dress, and his hand explored her thigh and cupped her ass as he continued kissing her deeply. 

Before them sat a small coffee table that had a few small candles lit, bringing a soft light to the dark balcony, other than the lights of the city and a few small lights at the entryway. Another bottle of wine rested on the table along with some fresh strawberries and some small pieces of cheese. But they ignored all of that. Their minds and bodies focused only on each other. Their breath growing faster, their bodies growing hotter. Each touch, each kiss, every stroke driving them even crazier. 

Her dress had been pushed down and pulled up around the slit far enough that she was barely wearing it, and Rabbit groaned as his hand slid up to cup her ass and found it bare. He pressed into her soft skin aggressively, and she moaned in response. 

“Were you like this all evening, Kitten?” He said with a growl in his voice as his fingers sought her core and she mewled into his mouth. 

“I didn’t have any panties that wouldn’t show through the dress,” she tried to explain, but his fingers pressed inside her. She cried out, and he worked her into a pleasure haze with his fingers alone. 

“If I’d known, I would have done this right in that damn restaurant,” he growled possessively as he nipped and bit at her neck as she rode his fingers.  

A soft bell ringing dragged them back to reality, and Rabbit cursed and headed back inside. Morgan sat back on the couch catching her breath as she watched him through the massive windows. She saw the bellhop deliver their bags into the room and a hint of apology on the young man's face. Rabbit joked with him casually and tipped him as he left the suite. 

She watched as her man crossed the dark suite and stalked towards her. A primitive part of her wanted to run, wanted him to chase and hunt her. And her eyes flicked around the balcony and discovered, with a hint of disappointment, that it was big but wasn’t big enough. She noticed the steaming hot tub hiding in the corner of the balcony, surrounded by protective walls. 

Her eyes on Rabbit, she stood up and walked towards the hot tub; she reached up and let her dress fall from her body as she walked. The dress fell from her body like it was made of liquid. She could almost feel as much as hear his low groan as she walked away from him naked. She slipped into the area with the hot tub and quickly removed the boob tape before he followed her. She tossed it to the side and slid into the hot water with a deep moan of enjoyment. 

Rabbit appeared in the opening, and he stared at her in the water with lust bright in his eyes. His mouth was slightly open, and his tongue edged his lips as though he were trying to taste her from the distance. She reached out and let the water pour from her hands over her breasts, and he moaned as she did. As she watched, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and placed it to the side. Then with slow, careful movements, he removed his belt and started to work on his dress pants. 

His deliberate stripping in front of her was starting to cause her to overheat, and she stared at him like he looked at her. Lust filled her mind and body, and she started to touch herself as she watched. A low growl slipped from his lips as he watched, and he tugged his pants off as he tugged his shoes and socks off. 

He stepped into the hot tub and ignored the temperature of the water as he rushed towards her. His lips fell upon her breasts, and she arched her back and lifted them from the water as he took possession of them. His hands groped and teased her nipples. His mouth latched onto one breast, and he sucked and bit the flesh as she grew slicker around her fingers. 

The water surged over the edge of the tub at his movements, and she contentedly wrapped her arms around his head and stroked her fingers through his thick hair. She loved playing with his hair almost as much as he seemed to love her breasts. She couldn’t help the small moans that escaped her lips at his attention. Her nipples grew tighter, and he suckled them one by one and then teased her by pulling the small buds in his fingers. She groaned and dragged him closer, and he pushed upwards through the water and captured her mouth with his. 

Their mouths met and tongues entangled, and she whimpered into his mouth as he pressed his body to hers. She could feel his hard cock pressing into her stomach, and it seemed even hotter than the water around it. As their tongues teased each other, she slid her hand down and found his cock and stroked him. He moaned happily into her mouth and thrust his hips harder, encouraging her. After these few weeks together she counted herself an expert on his body, and she teased and played with the areas he was especially sensitive to. 

She could feel his slick precum starting to form, and she stroked him harder, coating her fingers in it. She spread the cum along his shaft and felt him becoming slicker and easier for her to stroke. It was an ongoing battle between the bubbling water trying to remove the slickness and her spreading it to pleasure him. 

He nibbled on her lip and then pulled himself free of her grasp. She looked at him annoyed since her progress would be lost. But the look of pure lust in his eyes tore away her annoyance, and she smirked as she felt him maneuver himself so his cock was rubbing against her pussy. 

“Need to be inside you,” he murmured as he slowly flexed his hips and found his angle to push inside her. 

Morgan moaned and braced her hands on his shoulders as he slowly worked his way deeper. The water made it more difficult to penetrate, but once he was deeper, her slickness coated him, and he groaned in pleasure. Her body was pulsing and gripping at his cock, and he couldn’t believe how perfectly they fit together. 

Ignoring the way the water was being pushed over the sides of the tub and soaking the balcony, he started moving inside her. He carefully sought a perfect rhythm of movement to bring them both to climax. He could feel her opening up for him as he moved and her body sought its pleasure from his. 

“Harder,” she muttered at him as she ran her claws down his back, encouraging him. 

He groaned at her touch and obediently started to thrust into her harder and deeper. She moaned and grunted as he fucked her and she embraced all the sensations. The heat of the hot tub, the heat of him inside her, his hands even now teasing her breasts and that mouth of his. Between his own deep grunts he peppered her flesh with kisses and bites. 

She came to her climax unexpectedly as she was still feeling the pleasure rising, and then suddenly she was falling into the overwhelming sensation. She cried out desperately, and he thrust into her harder and faster as she tightened around him until he came. She felt his hot breath on her neck as he pressed himself deep inside her and filled her with his cum. She moaned in pleasure as he held her tight and occasionally thrust, causing her own pleasure to spiral. 

Her eyes drifted shut and she felt her consciousness fading as the heat seemed to overwhelm her and she slipped into the darkness. In the distance she could hear him saying something, and there was movement, but she was floating happily in the dark, feeling the pleasure pulsing through her body. 

It felt like seconds and hours when she managed to open her eyes, and she looked around confused. She was lying naken on a huge bed with the softest bedding she’d ever felt before. A cool wet washcloth was resting between her breasts, and she could feel another one moving between her legs. She tried to lift her head, and then she felt a hand on her forehead and a calming voice.

"Shhh, Kitten, just stay quiet, baby girl,” Rabbit said quietly as he stroked her face affectionately with a hint of concern in his eyes. 

“What happened?” she asked in confusion. He took the washcloth and brushed it across her forehead and cheeks, letting the cool water soothe her. 

“Do you remember the hot tub?” He asked quietly, and when she nodded, he smiled. “A good thing to remember about having hot sex is that sometimes too hot is not a good thing.”

He chuckled softly and kissed her lips gently with a teasing glint in his eyes. 

“You overheated and passed out, baby girl.” 

“No?” she said, feeling her face blush in embarrassment. 

“Indeed, you were so hot you overloaded yourself,” he teased and then pulled her into a tight hug as he whispered. “You scared me, Kitten.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, reaching up to hold him tight against her still hot body. 

“Mm, don’t do it again,” he said with a small kiss to her neck as he held her close in his arms. 

“Right, no passing out because you made me cum so hard my brain melted,” she said with a teasing note in her voice. 

He chuckled and sat up, looking down into her eyes as she wiggled her nose at him and smiled. 

“Okay, just for you I’ll take all the blame. I’m just too amazing in bed; I’ll have to put out a warning in the frat house.” 

“I’m sure your brothers will be terrified,” she said with a snerking laugh. 

“Going to make all their girlfriends jealous; they’ll be coming to you for advice on how to train their lame boyfriends.” 

"Hm, I guess I can tell them you cooked me until medium rare and then ate me up,” she teased. 

His voice caught in a laugh, and he shook his head and bit her lip teasingly. 

“Next time I’ll cook you until well done.” 

“Terrible abuse of good meat,” she teased back and then closed her eyes as she took in her body's state. Even though she still felt too hot, she felt good as well. Her pussy was still humming with an eagerness to be filled, and she reached down and stroked her clit, knowing he was watching her. 

A low growl filled the air as she spread her legs wider and stroked herself, and she groaned when she felt his tongue sliding between her thighs and pushing her fingers aside. She chuckled softly and wrapped her fingers into his hair as he started to lick her clit. She stopped laughing soon as other noises escaped her lips as his tongue stroked and teased her pussy. Long, savoring licks that pressed inside her. Small circling teases around her clit. Soft sucking lips on her clit and a teasing nibble that sent her hips convulsing against his mouth. 

As though he were worried about her overheating again, he kept his pace slow and relaxed. And she felt her pleasure rising and lowering like cresting a hill to drop again to rise over the next hill. She whimpered to encourage him, and her fingers dug into his hair to push him harder. But he ignored her trembling attempts and just enjoyed himself tasting her slowly and progressively. 

If anything, his slow pace seemed to be driving her even more crazy as her body built up the pleasure but never reached her climax. She finally got aggressive and started pushing him more aggressively until he seemed to purr against her, and she came in a gushing climax. She cried out and twitched as she squirted, and he chuckled deep in his throat as he raised his drenched face with a confident smirk. She wanted to curse at him, but her body was still shaking, and her voice wasn’t making any words other than mewling sounds. 

“Such a sweet, soaking kitten,” he purred as he used the washcloth to wipe his face before kissing her lips. She grumbled against his kiss, and he nuzzled her sweetly as his hands stroked her body. “My good girl,” he purred again, looking at her fondly as she slowly caught her breath. 

“Going to send me to the hospital at this rate,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with lust. 

“That would be a sad end to our weekend date,” he murmured as he stroked her hair, softly running his fingers through it. "Besides, you started it; I was being good and letting you rest.” 

“Valid,” she murmured. 

“Come here, baby girl,” he said with a smile as he calmly had her sit up and he carried her into the bathroom. He set her on the toilet and waited until she caught her balance. “Stay here a second; pee if you can.” 

Rabbit kissed her on the forehead and then left the bathroom. She leaned over and took care of her business and then slowly got up and ran some water in the sink to clean herself up a bit. She stepped to the bathroom door and smiled when she found him changing the sheets on the bed. She blushed when she realized that she had literally wet the bed with her orgasm. 

He glanced up from his organizing and smiled at her sweetly before finishing up and coming to her side. He kissed her in the doorway, his fingers stroking her jawline as he indulged himself in tasting her mouth. 

“Come lie down before those pretty legs of yours give out on you,” he said with a chuckle as he helped her to the bed and settled her down. He crawled into the bed with her and curled up against her body, playing the big spoon. 

He ran his fingers along her skin and frowned slightly when he noticed her body temperature was still on the high side. 

“Your body temperature is still a bit higher than normal, Kitten. Are you feeling okay?”

Morgan stopped and thought for a second and nodded. 

“My period might be coming this week,” she said. “Sometimes I get some mild fever and cramping before that. I haven’t felt sick, though I was nauseous earlier, but that was because Cassie was cooking nasty stuff.”

Rabbit laughed softly and continued to stroke her body in a light, comforting manner as he held her. 

“That’s good; if you start feeling sick, though, make sure to get a checkup. I don’t want my Kitten going down for weeks with the flu.” 

“Yes, of course," she nodded she had no plans on missing classes or work either because of illness. 

The weekend date continued, and they slept in bliss wrapped in each other's arms, and the next morning she woke him up with his cock in her mouth. As many times as he warned her about his lack of control while he was sleeping, she couldn’t help but love when they lost that safety measure and he fucked her mouth. She reveled in the feeling of his tight grip and his unforgiving thrusts into her throat until she gagged and gasped for any breath she could get. 

Until he came and she was forced to swallow every drop as he held her tightly in place as his cock gushed in her mouth and down her throat. She loved the taste of him on her tongue and tried to take in every drop. She felt a bit bad because he was so apologetic when he truly woke up, but she’d already explained to him many times that she liked what he did to her. In their normal sex he was always careful and in control not to harm her in any way, but a part of her craved that roughness. 

They’d talked about it before and after the sessions and come to an agreement that he would try his best to match her preferences as long as she would be honest with him if he went too far. A part of her knew, though, that he’d never quite match what she was seeking unless he wasn’t fully awake; he was just too sweet of a lover to harm his lover even when she craved the pain. 

His version of rough sex was going at her extra hard and fast and rushing her into her climax through stimulation. But the idea of smacking her ass or forcing her to do something degrading would never be his go-to. And though a part of her wanted that, the greater part loved the fact that Rabbit was so concerned for her own well-being that his own tastes were secondary. 

She’d spoken to other girls at the frat and her nursing classmates, and they all uniformly agreed that most of their boyfriends considered sex a partnership but that they took their own pleasure as the priority. She’d never gotten that impression from Rabbit; every time he was with her, she could tell he was more focused on her responses than his own body. She sighed as he held her tightly and stroked her body, determined to pay her back for her morning wake-up call. 

She closed her eyes and just lost herself in the sensation of his mouth and hands on her body. With her eyes closed every touch seemed to feel enhanced and every stroke was a surprise. When he started to suckle on her breasts, she whimpered when her breasts felt overly sensitive, and she grew slick at the sensation. 

He seemed to sense her breasts were extra sensitive this morning, and he played with them more than he usually did. His mouth suckling and nibbling at the perky nipples and his fingers groping and squeezing the breasts. She couldn’t keep the noises from her lips, and she felt him growing more excited as her body responded as well. She was certain now she was close to her period; her breasts were definitely getting more sensitive. 

Just when she started to wonder if he’d ever grow tired of her breasts, she felt him move, and her eyes flickered open. She watched him move until he was above her completely and he rubbed his cock against her slick folds. She thought at first he was going to drive himself directly into her, but he just teasingly held his cock and rubbed her pussy and clit. He was teasing them until they were slick and sensitive. 

He looked up to meet her gaze, and he smirked and reached down to grab her hips; he lifted her up and tossed her onto her stomach. She groaned when she felt him grab her legs and shove them up so her ass was in the air, presenting itself to him. He stroked her ass and groped the skin in his fingers while he watched her trembling under his touch. He pressed her legs wider open until her sweet, wet pussy was exposed and he aligned himself and thrust inside her. 

She let out a deep groan and muffled whine as his cock spread her pussy wide as it was pushed inside. She loved it when he took her doggy style; the dominance of the position made her extra slick, and he seemed to fuck her even deeper in this position. It was easier for him to get rough with her in this position as well, though not as rough as she wished. She moaned in pleasure as he started to thrust his cock deep inside her with hard deep pushes. He pressed her down with a hand on the back of her neck and started to ride her body hard and deeper. She whimpered in pleasure and felt her body growing even wetter as he fucked her harder. 

He kept a brutal pace and fucked her body as hard and fast as he could, forcing her body to take him deeper than usual. She reveled in it and let out various cries and moans, encouraging him to use her harder. She was trembling on the edge of climax when she felt him pull out completely and she let out a confused whine until his hand slapped down on her ass hard. She gasped and her body shuddered, and his hand descended a second time, and she screamed out as her body climaxed. 

She felt him thrust back inside her again and push deep through her tightened body, forcing her climax to a new level. She screamed out and trembled, her ass stinging with the strike he’d given her. She felt him cum, and his hot seed filled her body. She let out a series of cries and moans as he thrust inside her, filling her up and seeding her body. 

As her orgasm started to drift off, she felt his hand softly stroking where he’d spanked her. She moaned in pleasure from the feeling of pleasure from his strokes on her bruised ass. She was shocked and amazed, thinking he would never be able to do that to her. She turned to meet his gaze and saw his confused and concerned look as he met her eyes. 

“Thank you,” she whispered, and her lips spread into a deep, sweet smile. She could see him drag in a deep breath, and then he continued to stroke the bruised skin. 

“Anything you want, baby girl.” Rabbit said with a smile and leaned over her and kissed her forehead. 

“I liked that a lot.”

“Hm, can’t do it too often though.” Rabbit said with a teasing note to his voice. 

She glanced at him confused, and he laughed until he nearly fell off the bed. 

“Kitten, I already get noise complaints when you come over for the night; you’re lucky this suite is soundproofed or someone would have called the cops over those screams of yours.” 

Morgan’s eyes grew huge as she realized all their sexual activities at the frat house were overheard by the people living there. A bright red flush grew on her face, and she shoved her face into the pillow and groaned in embarrassment. 

“How could you not realize it by this point?” Rabbit said his laughter was still filling the room. “You even complained about how loud Gary is next door when his alarm goes off. Did you think you were quiet during sex?”

“Shut up,” she muttered into the pillow. “We are never having sex again.”

Rabbit kept laughing, and he lightly smacked her ass again, and she moaned in response before catching herself.

“I don’t think that’s likely to happen, but we can be quieter or go out for sex if you feel uncomfortable. Or we could try a gag?” 

Morgan turned and met Rabbit’s teasing gaze, and she narrowed her eyes in a fierce look and then smirked.

"I'd let you gag me,” she said and let her tongue tease out of her mouth. 

“Oh fuck me.”