Helping Hand

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"I'm having a strange feeling of deja vu"
A voice rousing me to  consciousness
I groan softly at the dull ache in my limbs.
"Don't move, dad practically electrocuted you."

"Noir, ah I feel like a charred noot"
"Lucky for you, you look ten times hotter"
I peek through heavy lids, there's a mischievous smile on her lips.
I briefly return a smile.

"You keep sneaking into my room"
"Only because my family keeps using you as a lightning rod."
She places her hand on my chest, gliding down to my pants "besides"
"Noir" my words break on a gasp as she grasps my shaft.

A different kind of lightning arcs through my body,
Noir's smile never faded while she ran her hand along the length.
"Fuck" my hips involuntarily thrust forward,
She chooses that moment to start pumping me in truth.

The friction of her softness against my flesh, the heat gathering like a furnace being stoked to life.

Barely able to focus enough to see the desire in her eyes.
Noir slowly licked her lips, eyes never leaving my cock
"Oh!" I gave myself over, I was lost to the pleasure.
"Does it feel good?" That uncertainty in her voice drove me over the edge.

The orgasm was hard. Powerful, relentless as I unleashed in her hand.
Noir smiled shyly before kissing me on the cheek, then ducked out of my room. Leaving me breathless to stare at the ceiling.

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