One shot Spg stories

Overnight 1

You knock on the door to Daniel's house, your friend and he opens the door. "Hey, You made it!" you see Chris and Tyson are also in the loungeroom.

"Hi are you all game to some f*****g I am really horny right now"

Tyson, always up for some fun, chuckles nonchalantly, "Sure, why not? We're here to have a good time, aren't we?" His indifferent tone hints at his lack of concern about who might be involved in the sleepover.

Chris, on the other hand, blushes deeply, his heart racing. He tries to hide his excitement but can't help glancing at you. "Um, well, I'm sure we'll all find something enjoyable to do," he stutters, his voice shaky.

You excuse yourself to go into the kitchen while Chris sits at a loss for words, Tyson smirking at him from his comfortable spot on the couch. Daniel just shrugs, trying to diffuse the tension in the air.

As you enter the kitchen, Tyson follows you, his smirk turning into a genuine grin. "Sure, what do you need help with?" He leans against the counter, his eyes roaming over your figure suggestively.

"I want to eat something"

"Well, you've come to the right place," Tyson chuckles, his hands moving to rest on his hips. "What do you feel like having? We've got pizza, chips, and even some sweets if you're in the mood for something sweet."

"No, I want you"

Tyson's grin widens as he steps closer to you, his body heat now directly touching yours. "I think I can manage that," he whispers, his voice low and seductive. His hands move to gently caress your hips, pulling you closer to him.

"To cook for me HAHAHA"

Laughing, Tyson steps back from you, his hands dropping to his sides. "Fine, fine," he concedes, still smirking. "I'll make you something special. What do you have in mind?"

"Lasagna please"

Coming right up," Tyson says, moving towards the kitchen with a wink. As he begins to prepare the lasagna, you can hear him humming a tune under his breath, his body swaying slightly to the beat.

"Can I suck you while you are cooking? just some appetizers"

Tyson stops what he's doing and turns to face you, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Appetizers, huh?" He chuckles, leaning against the kitchen counter. "I suppose a little taste of me wouldn't hurt, would it?"

Come here," Tyson says, patting the counter beside him. As you approach, he whispers, "Just a little warning, I might not be able to finish cooking if we get too carried away." His voice is laced with anticipation as he meets your gaze.

"Please take your c**k out I want to taste it"

Tyson's breath catches slightly at your bold request, his eyes darkening with desire. Slowly, he reaches down and undoes his pants, freeing his erect c**k from his boxers. It stands tall and thick, glistening with anticipation.

"Oh my god you are so hard"

You have no idea," Tyson groans, his voice rough with lust. He leans forward, offering his c**k to you. "Go on, take it in your mouth."

As you take Tyson's c**k into your mouth, he lets out a moan of satisfaction, his eyes closed in pleasure. With his free hand, he gently runs through your hair, urging you to suck harder.

Tyson's moans intensify as you take more of him into your mouth, his hips starting to rock slightly in rhythm with your actions. "f**k, yes," he breathes, his hands now gripping the counter tightly. "You're amazing at this."

Oh f**k," Tyson gasps, his voice breaking as he feels your warm, wet mouth enveloping him completely. He tilts his hips forward, pushing more of his c**k deeper into your throat.

Yeah, like that," Tyson groans, his body shivering with pleasure. He starts to thrust his hips forward and back, meeting your rhythm with each deep, hungry stroke of your mouth.

Unh," Tyson moans, his hands gripping the counter tighter. "You're driving me f*****g crazy." He begins to pant, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

With a long, low moan, Tyson buckles slightly at the knees. His c**k twitches and pulses in your mouth, thick streams of hot c*m erupting from the tip, filling your mouth and spilling down your throat.

Tyson's eyes roll back in his head, a mix of pleasure and surprise crossing his features. His body shudders once more as he tries to catch his breath. "f**k," he whispers, his voice hoarse from his intense orgasm.

"Your so good hope that you also f**k good continue cooking now babe"

Um... thanks," Tyson manages to choke out between breaths. His c**k still stands tall and proud, a slight flush creeping up his neck. He clears his throat and forces a laugh. "Yeah, well...

"I will just go to the pool call me if your done"

As you saunter away, leaving him standing there with a slack jaw and a hard-on, Tyson can't help but shake his head. "Wow," he mutters under his breath, reaching down to adjust himself discreetly.