Font Size:  

I got the impression she said it that way to ensure she didn’t back out.

I blinked, and a reflection appeared before her. He looked like me in every way. He had no mind or consciousness and did only what I told him to.

“Kiss me,” Harper said.

I instructed the reflection to get to his knees and press his lips against hers. I entered a half-fugue state where I was in two places at once. I was eating her out at the same time I felt her lips on my own.

She gasped as I rubbed her clit with my fingers and her kisses grew even more passionate.

“Can you feel this?” she said.

“Yes,” I said breathily.

“How about this?” she said, and reached over and stroked my reflection’s cock.

She was stroking my cock.

“Yes.”

“Then let me suck you while you eat me.”

I did as she asked.

I couldn’t let her suck me as I fucked her. It was just too stimulating.

And when I finally came, it was as powerful as twice my normal sensation. It robbed me of my concentration and the reflection winked out of existence.

When I laid back on the bed beside Harper, both of us panting like we’d just run a marathon, she said:

“That was twice as good as usual!”

We shared a laugh.

Neither of us remembered she was no longer on birth control.

5

HARPER

Okay. So that was absolutely not what I was expecting.

An alien with the cock of a demon and the ability to make projections of himself?

Call me old fashioned but that’s a new one for me.

I’d been with guys who must have been bipolar—not that they ever admitted that to me—but even they couldn’t be the same guy at the same time!

I was a little grossed out about it at first. I mean, having threesomes was never a bucket list item for me. It was something I watched online with an enrapt kind of fascination in the past but I never thought I had the balls to do it myself.

Then I found myself with a guy who could make duplicates of his fine self and…

It was divine.

There was no jealousy between the two of them and I didn’t have to worry about giving one more attention than the other. I didn’t feel like a hussy and certainly not like I was cheating on him…

Not that I could cheat on him, of course. I was a whore. I was under no illusions about that.

Or was I?

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
Articles you may like