[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 130: Does he feel the same?

"Your hole is not enough for my big cock, sweetheart."

"Ryder...you monster..!"

"Only for you, baby." He laughed.

He flipped Noah and spread his buttocks, inserting his dick back.

Noah gasped and cried loudly in pleasure erupting throughout his chest. Ryder kept thrusting him from behind. He loves the sensation of his dick inside that tight ass. The feeling of him inside was too good.

Noah’s hole was now loose and wet, and his ass cheeks were bright red, which was a result of Ryder’s harsh pounding.

Noah’s ass hole was a little sore, but it was still very tight. Ryder’s cock was a bit tired, but it was still standing tall and proud.

Ryder’s hands were wrapped around Noah’s waist, and he pounded his ass hard and fast. His hole was very wet, and it was dripping with pre-cum.

The bed was rocking, and Noah’s body was shaking. He was gasping and moaning loudly, and his whole body was covered with sweat and cumming over and over again.

"Oh my god, it feels so good." Ryder moaned as he fucked him. "Your ass is so tight, it’s squeezing my cock.

"Oh...ah...Ryder..." Noah cried out as two hard and swollen buds on his chest were pinched. "Please, stop pinching my nipples."

"I can’t help it, they’re so beautiful and pink." Ryder bent down and took his nipples between his teeth, sucking and biting them.

"Aahnn, not there!" Noah was so embarrassed, that he wanted to cover his face. But his hands were held in place, so he had no choice but to endure.

"I love your breasts, they’re so soft and plump. They’re so sexy, they turn me on so much."

Ryder’s cock was buried deep inside Noah’s asshole. It was so hard and so thick, it made him feel so full. He thrusted hard, and his cock began to shoot out its pre cum.

"Ugh...ah...ah...Ryder..." His hips began to buck, and his hole began to quiver. His eyes rolled back and his toes curled. His stomach was in knots, and his chest was tight.

"Fuck...I’m coming...!" Ryder groaned as he shot his seed deep inside Noah’s ass.

The warm and sticky fluid filled him to the brim, and it began to spill out of his hole.

"I...I’m coming too.." Noah said as he came, his cock shooting a large load of semen all over the sheets.

Ryder pulled his cock out and flipped Noah on his stomach.

"What are you doing?" Noah asked, panting and barely able to hold back.

"Just lay there and take it." Ryder spread his ass cheeks apart and plunged his cock deep inside his ass again.

"Aahhhh!" Noah cried out as his sensitive and swollen asshole was pounded hard. Ryder’s hands were kneading his buttcheeks and he was fucking him with all his might.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh...ah...ah..." His asshole was tight and wet, and it was sucking on his cock. Drool dripped down his chin, and his eyes were clouded with lust. His hands gripped the mattress tightly, and his knuckles were white.

Ryder was pounding his ass so hard, that his balls were slapping against his ass. The shuddering feeling was driving him insane. The unbearable pleasure was raking his body. He head was hazy yet he don’t want this moment to end.

Ryder’s big and meaty cock was rubbing against his prostate. The intense stimulation made his body go numb.

"F-fuck...I’m coming again!" He said as he came again, his dick spurting a huge amount of cum along with his ass.

"Me too." Ryder said as he emptied himself inside Noah. Ryder pulled him close roughly and took his lips, kissing him hungrily and passionately.

When their lips separated, their breathing was ragged and their bodies were sweaty.

"I can’t get enough of you." He whispered huskily in Noah’s ear.

After that heated night, things changed between Noah and Ryder. What started as raw, aggressive passion turned into something more—a constant craving for each other. Every chance they got, they would find themselves tangled in each other’s arms, lips bruising, bodies pressing together as if they couldn’t get enough. Ryder couldn’t remember ever feeling this way before. It was like a whole new world of pleasure had opened up for him, and it all centred around Noah.

Ryder’s thoughts became consumed by Noah. He couldn’t deny it. Every time he touched Noah, it felt electric. The way Noah’s body fit perfectly against his—it was addicting. There was something about the way Noah moaned, the way his breath hitched when Ryder’s hands roamed his body. It drove Ryder crazy. Noah wasn’t just fuckable; he was irresistible, sexy, hot as hell, and so goddamn cute at the same time. His lips were soft, his skin warm under Ryder’s touch, and his eyes glazed with desire every time they were together. Ryder was hooked.

And then there was Noah’s body—lean, perfectly toned, and always responsive. It fit perfectly in Ryder’s arms, like it was made just for him. Ryder found himself getting lost in the moments they spent together, savoring every curve, every sound, every gasp Noah made when Ryder pushed him to the edge. He couldn’t get enough. It was as if every time they touched, Ryder craved him even more.

Ryder had always been confident, arrogant even, but something about Noah made him want to show a different side. When he wasn’t busy trying to get Noah into bed, Ryder found himself wanting to be around him in other ways too. He started taking Noah out on dates, despite knowing Noah would roll his eyes or act like it wasn’t a big deal. But Ryder could see the way Noah’s defenses crumbled little by little. They went to places Noah had never been, enjoying simple moments that felt like a breath of fresh air.

Sometimes, Ryder would catch Noah smiling at something small—maybe a sunset or a silly joke Ryder made—and his heart would skip a beat. Noah’s walls were starting to come down, even if Noah didn’t realize it. Ryder saw it in the way Noah relaxed when they were together, the way he let Ryder hold him longer after sex, or the way Noah would laugh when Ryder teased him.

Noah tried to keep his guard up, tried to remind himself that this was Ryder—arrogant, annoying Ryder—but he couldn’t help the way his heart started to open. Ryder’s flirty, fun side was hard to resist. And then there was the other side of him—the kind, thoughtful one that only came out when Noah least expected it. Whether it was the way Ryder would listen when Noah needed to vent, or the way he remembered small details like Noah’s favorite drink, Ryder was becoming more than just a fling.

It was strange for Noah. He had spent so long trying to convince himself that this thing with Ryder was just sex, that it was temporary, but Ryder made it hard to stick to that story. Every time Ryder smiled at him or cracked a joke that made Noah’s chest tighten, he felt himself falling a little deeper. Noah tried his best to stay alert, to remind himself that people leave and hearts get broken, but Ryder was relentless in his pursuit.

And the more time they spent together, the more Noah realized Ryder wasn’t just about sex, though he was damn good at that. Ryder was fun, exciting, and surprisingly genuine when he wanted to be. He had a way of making Noah feel like he was the only person in the room, like nothing else mattered but the two of them. It was intoxicating, and despite Noah’s best efforts, he found himself getting swept up in Ryder’s world.

There were moments when Noah would catch himself staring at Ryder, wondering how he had ended up here. Ryder had gone from being an insufferable flirt to someone who made Noah feel...safe. And that scared him more than anything. But then Ryder would lean over, kiss him softly, and Noah would forget all about the walls he had built. Because, at the end of the day, no one made him feel the way Ryder did

—both in and out of bed.

Their connection went beyond the physical. Sure, the sex was mind-blowing—raw, passionate, and constant—but Ryder’s presence made Noah feel things he hadn’t felt in a long time. Ryder wasn’t just some random guy; he was becoming someone Noah could actually enjoy being around, someone who could make him laugh, even when things felt heavy.

Ryder could see the shifts in Noah too. The way Noah’s eyes softened after their heated moments together, the subtle vulnerability in his smile when they went on dates. And Ryder cherished those glimpses. He would catch Noah off-guard, taking him to places where the view was breathtaking or to restaurants where they could share meals and talk about anything but their complicated lives. And while Noah tried to act like he wasn’t affected, Ryder saw through the facade.

Every time Noah let his guard down, Ryder’s heart would swell. He knew he was getting under Noah’s skin, making him open up in ways neither of them had expected. And Ryder liked it. He liked Noah’s company, the way they could go from joking around to sharing deep, meaningful conversations. He liked the moments when Noah would lean against him after a long day, pretending like it didn’t mean anything, but Ryder knew better.

The dynamic between them started as purely physical—a thrilling escape, a way to relieve tension. But as time passed, something shifted. In the stolen moments between passionate encounters, there were glimpses of something deeper. A lingering gaze, a smile that lasted just a little too long, an unspoken understanding that left one of them wondering if this was more than just sex.

They would still laugh and tease, push each other’s buttons, but beneath the surface, emotions began to simmer.

Butof them felt the weight of it more keenly, a growing warmth in every touch, a sense of longing in every kiss. The other? Perhaps still lost in the fun, in the chase, in the heat of the moment—oblivious to the quiet change taking root.

Or maybe they noticed, just as aware, but too afraid to acknowledge it. After all, when things begin to shift, it’s never easy to know whether the other person feels the same.