My Brother's Girlfriend [LingOrm]

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Narrator's pov

The weeks passed with a seamless rhythm as Ling and Orm worked together. But now that Ling was single, Orm couldn't ignore the gnawing feeling that had been simmering just beneath the surface. Every time she saw Ling, it wasn't just attraction anymore—it was a raw, undeniable hunger, a desire that consumed her thoughts and made her heart race.

It became unbearable.

One evening, as Orm was about to leave the office, Ling's voice interrupted her thoughts. "Where are you going?" Ling asked, her eyes following Orm as she gathered her things.

Orm paused, her voice thick with a desire she was struggling to contain. "I'm going to work from home."

Ling frowned, concerned. "Are you okay?"

Orm's breath hitched as she nodded, barely able to speak. "Yeah, I'm fine," she managed, before hurrying out the door.

The drive home felt endless, the city traffic doing little to distract Orm from the throbbing need that pulsed through her. When she finally reached her apartment, she was startled to find Ling waiting for her.

"Ling?" Orm's voice wavered as she took in the sight of Ling standing in her doorway.

Ling's eyes were filled with worry. "What's the matter? You've seemed so different these days."

Orm swallowed hard, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts. "I'm fine," she lied, trying to keep her composure. "I just need some space."

Ling took a step closer, her concern deepening. "But we're dating. We should be able to share things, right?"

"I know," Orm whispered, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. "I will... But can you please leave?"

Ling hesitated, sensing the tension in the air. But as she turned to go, she suddenly leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Orm's lips.

Orm's resolve shattered.

In an instant, she grabbed Ling, deepening the kiss, her tongue sweeping hungrily into Ling's mouth. The kiss quickly escalated, fierce and needy, as if Orm were devouring Ling, starting with her mouth.

Orm dropped everything she was holding, slamming the door shut behind them with a swift kick, trapping Ling against it. "I was trying to control myself," Orm admitted, her voice laced with embarrassment as she looked down.

But Ling didn't hesitate. She wrapped her arms around Orm's neck, her breath hot against Orm's ear. "Then don't hold back anymore," Ling whispered, her voice a seductive challenge.

Orm's eyes widened, her heart pounding, but there was no time for second thoughts. She captured Ling's lips again, kissing her with all the lust and hunger she'd been bottling up for weeks.

Orm's hands slid down, gripping Ling's thighs and lifting her effortlessly, guiding Ling's legs around her hips. She carried Ling to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed with a soft thud.

Without wasting a moment, Orm stripped Ling of her blazer, tossing it aside before slowly unbuttoning the crisp white shirt beneath. As she peeled it away, she stopped, stunned by the sight of a familiar bra.

"Is this mine?" Orm asked, her voice thick with surprise and something darker.

Ling's eyes sparkled mischievously. "You left it at my place years ago."

A low, appreciative hum escaped Orm as she carefully unclasped the bra, not wanting to damage something Ling had kept for so long. As the garment fell away, Ling's bare chest was revealed, her pink nipples hardening under Orm's gaze, begging for her touch.

Orm didn't hesitate. She leaned down, kissing Ling deeply once more before trailing a line of wet kisses down her neck, moving slowly towards her chest. When she reached Ling's breasts, Orm paused, deciding to tease her, licking all around Ling's breasts but deliberately avoiding the hardened peaks.

"Touch it," Ling begged, her voice a breathy moan.

Orm grinned, giving in to Ling's plea. She licked, bit, sucked, and kissed Ling's nipples, savoring every sound of pleasure that escaped Ling's lips. When she grew tired of teasing Ling's breasts, she moved lower, her mouth leaving a trail of hickeys down Ling's toned abs.

Orm's hands slid to the waistband of Ling's pants, her fingers lingering as she looked up for permission. But Ling's breathless expression was all the confirmation Orm needed.

"Want me to take it off, or should I rip it?" Orm's voice was a low, dangerous purr as she toyed with Ling's pants.

"Just do it," Ling gasped, her voice shaky with anticipation.

Without another word, Orm tore the pants away, revealing the soaked panties beneath. She smirked at the sight, her fingers trailing along the wet fabric. "You're so wet," Orm murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Orm kissed her way down Ling's thighs, her tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive skin. But when Ling couldn't take it anymore, she grabbed Orm's hand, guiding it inside her panties and pushing a finger deep inside herself.

Orm's breath caught at the sensation, but she quickly took control, releasing Ling's hand and ripping the panties away. The sight of Ling's bare, glistening core made Orm's mouth water with desire.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Orm groaned as she slipped two fingers inside, moving with an urgency that matched the heat between them. "It's like fucking you for the first time."

Ling's breath came in gasps as Orm quickened her pace, her fingers plunging deeper with each thrust. When Orm felt Ling on the brink, she added a third finger, sending Ling over the edge.

"Fuck!" Ling cried out, her body arching as she climaxed, the intensity of it leaving her breathless. "Three?!" she gasped, her voice trembling.

Orm pushed Ling back down as she tried to sit up, her lips curving into a wicked smile. "It's not over yet, baby. How can I leave my wife like this? Still so tight, like a virgin."

"Orm, you're going to kill me," Ling moaned, her voice pleading.

"And you're going to die with a smile on your face," Orm retorted, thrusting her fingers back inside, faster and harder than before. "You know, your hand guided mine so precisely. Almost like you've done this before. Have you?"

Ling's breath hitched as she tried to answer. "Wh-what do you mean?" she stammered, her mind clouded with pleasure.

Orm smirked, her fingers stilling inside Ling. "You know what I mean. Have you touched yourself, thinking of me?"

Ling's face flushed with embarrassment, but she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Kind of..."

Orm's smirk widened as she resumed her relentless pace, driving Ling to the brink once more. "Good," she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Ling's moans grew louder, more desperate, as Orm pushed her to another orgasm, her body trembling with the intensity of it.

...

Later, they lay in bed, naked, their bodies tangled together beneath the sheets.

"Okay, I can't anymore," Ling finally gasped, her voice hoarse.

"Why?" Orm asked, a playful glint in her eye.

"We've done it three times already!" Ling complained, her body exhausted but sated.

"I love your body," Orm murmured, trailing her fingers along Ling's skin.

"I didn't expect that," Ling said sarcastically, her tone light despite her fatigue.

"But you also did it to me seven times," Orm pointed out with a grin.

"I'm not doing it anymore," Ling insisted, turning her face into the pillow. "I'm sore already. Let me rest."

"Looks like cutting my nails was a good idea," Orm laughed, the sound rich and satisfied.

"You're crazy," Ling mumbled, but there was no denying the smile on her face.

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