"How did I not f*****g know?" Jude asks.
"I tried to tell you."
"When? When you were moaning? Or when you were coming all over my hand?"
"It was hard to talk with your tongue down my throat, Daddy."
The last word is just to tease him about his age, but his eyes flash with something I've never seen before.
And I think I like it.
"I didn't feel you pushing me away," he whispers and yells.
"Each time I opened my mouth to tell you, you shocked me by pushing it further."
"Because I didn't know who it was... but I should have."
Guilt grows like a vine in my stomach. I could have pushed him away.
The truth is that I wanted to see what it was like. I wanted to know what it felt like to have Jude want me, touch me.
"Because my skin is softer? You had no way of knowing. I should have to
