The Jungle Man

What if Tarzan found a dirty book while learning how to read with Jane?
Jane's feelings for Tarzan are starting to go beyond friendship, but she is holding herself back until Tarzan presents her with an offer she cannot refuse.
Tarzan has been drawn to Jane since he first saw her. She already has his heart, and now he also wants to give her his body.

Excerpt:
"I know how to give myself pleasure," Tarzan said as his hand disappeared beneath his loincloth. "I want you to teach me how to give you the same pleasure."

"I'll teach you," I said. "But we need to go somewhere private."
We were standing in the middle of the camp, and I didn't want my father walking in on us pleasuring each other. He nodded, and before I could suggest a location, he grabbed me and ran from the camp. The jungle whooshed by, as he ran with me in his arms, and swung from vine to vine. One powerful arm surrounded me, and the other used the vines and tree branches to get us higher and higher. I was plastered to his muscular chest and loved the feel of his skin against mine. His scent and warmth surrounded me, and I closed my eyes, reveling in the experience of Tarzan. It still amazed me how strong and fast he was, as he effortlessly took us to the top of the highest tree.
Before I knew it, I had to let go of him, and we were standing on the top of a tree overlooking the Jungle. The view never ceased to inspire me. I wanted to draw every corner and every vantage point of it, but it would take a lifetime to do it. When Tarzan took my hand and turned me to him, I forgot all about drawing and focused on the man before me.
He gestured for me to sit on a protruding branch as he stood before me. When I sat, he ripped off his loincloth, and I gasped.

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Reader advisory: This story contains explicit sex scenes between two consenting adults.
The Jungle Man is a 4k words, short, steamy, hot, erotic, Tarzan Retelling. Explicit sex scenes, standalone, no cheating or cliffhangers. 
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