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Clara struggled against her gag reflex, coughing with his movements, but instead of pulling away, one of her hands gently patted his thigh as if encouraging him to keep going. Even now, that stubborn side of her refused to lose.

Liam was also being consumed by the overwhelming pleasure of her throat constricting around his cock. He could feel himself getting dangerously close, and for once, the normally passive side of him had completely disappeared.

He held her steady, finding the pace that was quickly pushing him toward release. Still, even through the pleasure clouding his thoughts, part of his attention remained fixed on Clara’s reactions. She had asked him to take control, and now that he finally understood what she meant, he wasn’t going to half-ass it.

"Wait a bit, Clara. I’m close to cumming."

Clara immediately looked up at him, her face flushed and eyes still shining with that same strange mixture of nervousness and excitement.

"I... inside my mouth!!"

Grasping himself with one hand, he sent deep, rapid strokes into her mouth.

At this moment, Clara was completely drenched with the continuous splashing of water.

By this point, Liam had completely stopped wondering whether Clara actually wanted him to be rough. She had practically demanded it from him earlier, and that stubborn smile on her face told him she would probably get angry if he suddenly became gentle again. Still, even while giving her what she wanted, part of his attention remained fixed on every small reaction she made.

Her breaths were coming in gags... God knows how she was breathing, but she was breathing, and there was a strange smile on her face.

Previously, after hearing what he said, she had closed her eyes shut to enjoy it for a few more moments. However, as he suddenly pushed his cock upward into her already descending mouth, and as more than half of his giant cock vanished down her throat, her eyes opened wide and she gagged more, coughing on the troublesomely massive log in her throat.

Clara’s pride refused to let her back down. This was the same girl who had once ruled her school like a little queen, and apparently that stubbornness didn’t disappear just because she was inexperienced. If anything, realizing that Liam was finally treating her the way she had asked seemed to make her even more determined and excited.

Her eyes were red with pleasure, and tears welled and fell from her face. With this rough pleasure, pain also came.

Liam almost slowed down when he noticed the tears, but then he saw the expression in her eyes. There was no fear there. If anything, Clara looked ridiculously pleased with herself, as though she had finally managed to prove something to both him and herself.

With his one last thrust, she felt a hot wash of sensual power flood through her as he stiffened, thrust hard, and froze.

Then she felt the boiling surge of his cum as it rushed up his straining shaft.

This girl is seriously a masochist.

The thought crossed Liam’s mind again, but this time it made him smile instead of stare at her in disbelief. Tonight was quickly proving that there were several sides of her he had never understood at all.

It jetted into the back of her throat. His strong hand kept her airtight seal on his member under the water, feeding her loads, stream after stream, her mouth hot, thick, and creamy, and each swallow, followed by the urgent downstroke of his hand, brought more—and more and more—completely filling her mouth and overloading it.

With her whole face submerged inside the water of the bathtub and her mouth full of cum, Clara, who couldn’t breathe, held onto Liam’s thighs, sucking up the salty drops he squeezed into her mouth.

When the intensity finally began settling, Liam kept watching Clara carefully. Her hair was soaked, her face was a mess, and she looked completely exhausted, yet somehow that satisfied little smile still hadn’t disappeared.

Liam could only shake his head internally. Of all the things he expected to discover about his first girlfriend tonight, finding out that the formerly terrifying girl had a stubborn little masochistic streak definitely wasn’t on the list.

After a long peak, Liam slowly came down from his first wave of euphoria. For a few quiet seconds, the post-climactic bliss lingered through his body as his breathing gradually returned to normal, and his gaze naturally fell toward Clara beneath him.

Her long, soft champagne-blonde hair had spread across the surface of the water, floating around her head like a halo of pure silk.

*SPLASH*

With the crisp sound of water breaking apart, Clara finally lifted her beautiful, delicate face out of the bathtub.

"Cough, cough..."

As if she had been holding her breath for far too long, Clara swallowed hard before suddenly coughing several times. Liam watched her lick her lips and wipe away the sticky liquid around her mouth before leaning forward and gently smoothing back the wet strands of hair that had stuck to her face.

"There was no need for this."

"There absolutely was..."

Seeing the color slowly returning to Clara’s little face, Liam felt both moved and slightly distressed by how far she had pushed herself. But the stubborn certainty in her reply immediately washed most of that distress away. She clearly didn’t regret what she had done—not even a little.

If Clara ever proposed something like this again, Liam knew he wouldn’t feel nearly as worried about it. Not to mention, the feeling of having his little one buried deep inside Clara’s cherry throat had been something completely different.

Just remembering it was already enough to make the heat inside his young body begin stirring again.

Clara, still feeling warm and strangely content, narrowed her soft eyes and quietly hummed a little tune while smiling at Liam.

After a moment, she reached toward the faucet beside the tub, gathered some clean water into her palms, and gargled out the sticky cream from her mouth.

To be honest, she still wasn’t completely used to the experience. It wasn’t something she could easily describe, and the unfamiliarity of it left her feeling slightly confused about her own reaction.

Strangely enough, though, Clara didn’t dislike it. If anything, there was something about the whole experience that she found oddly addictive, even if she couldn’t properly put the feeling into words.

More importantly, she didn’t mind doing it again if Liam genuinely enjoyed it.

And judging from all the gasps and sounds she had managed to pull from him earlier, Clara was fairly certain that he did.

With several thoughts still circling in her mind, Clara finished gargling and flossing, thoroughly cleaning her mouth before leaning back against Liam’s chest.

Feeling the warmth of his body around her, Clara realized that even after everything that had happened, she still had some unresolved desires. But more than that, there was one thing she needed to think about carefully now—finding the right moment to coax Liam back into the hotel room.

The bathtub was fine, and she had already gathered far more courage than she expected tonight, but Clara still felt that the soft bed inside would be much better. If she was really going to have her first time, she wanted it to happen on warm sheets instead of inside a bathtub full of water.

Not to mention, judging from how careful Liam had been with her throughout everything, he clearly wasn’t against the idea of taking her virginity tonight. If anything, Clara felt like he was simply waiting for her to make that decision herself.

Liam, on the other hand, felt the wet fabric of her panties pressing against his hard-on and couldn’t help but let out a quiet sigh of distress.

"It’s raining, huh..."

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